Chapter 37 (2/2)

This area was much quieter than the commercial district. Moreover, there were fewer people coming and going in this area.

The Trade Union Hall was a separate office building on the west side of the district.

The exterior of the building was very simple, there were no extra decorations, only a stone sculpture erected on the top of the building.

The stone sculpture is used as a balance, implying that Remutt's orientation will be free and fair.

However, in this era where the strong preyed on the weak, how fair was that?

Therefore, Zero only took a glance but did not take it to heart.

Other than Remnant's office staff, the only people who entered the hall were the mercenaries and hunters.

For these two types of people, the ruins of a city outside Remutt are a haven for adventure.

And there are too many ruins to scout, even sweep, for Mr Remt's recent expansion plans.

As a result, in recent years, the tasks assigned by the association had not been reduced in any way, and it had attracted many mercenary hunters from the surrounding regions.

Walking towards the entrance of the union hall, Zero saw a figure rushing out of the revolving door at the same time.

Before he could even get close, the strong smell of alcohol already seeped into his nose.

Countless numbers of data were immediately summed up and analyzed by the zero brain, and a conclusion was reached in the snap of a finger.

The guy in front of him had drunk at least two bottles of high purity whiskey.

There was no doubt that he was looking at an alcoholic.

As for this drunk, he headed straight for Zero Hit.

Zero stepped back and dodged.

With his second rank Agility, it was not difficult for him to avoid the onslaught of the drunk.

However, for some reason, this drunk passed him in a flash.

Somewhat surprised, he turned to the drunk.

The drinker was an old man in his sixties, wearing an old black suit and a tall felt hat.

If he had another crutch, he would no doubt have been an English gentleman in the sixties and seventies.

Beneath the brim of the hat was a pair of bleary-eyed eyes, the nose of a red wine nose, and under the nose a gray, tangled beard.

The old man burped, and the pungent smell of alcohol instantly sprayed all over his face.

Zero frowned. There was nothing out of the ordinary about this old man.

However, his intuition told him that the more likely someone was to act like a pig to eat the tiger, the more likely they would act like a tiger.

In the wilderness, there was no shortage of mutated creatures that were disguised as harmless humans and animals, but were actually extremely ferocious.

”Good gun, young man.”

The old man's eyes fell on the pair of revolvers at Zero's waist. He narrowed his eyes and said, ”There are very few people who know how to use the M500. Why don't you sell them to me? I'll buy them for 500 yuan.”

Five hundred yuan was not a small amount, so he could use this money to buy more powerful firearms.

However, he shook his head and said, ”I'm not selling my gun!”

The succinct reply and the firm rejection caused the old man to be stunned for a moment.

Then he smiled and said, ”Interesting guy, you won't earn money either.”

”Hey, I'm starting to like you a little.”

Zero didn't like him at all, so he turned and left.

The old man smiled as he walked through the revolving door. However, his gaze was still focused on the murder weapon. ”It's been so difficult to meet such a good person, but I met someone who doesn't love money. What a pity!”

Shaking his head and sighing, the old man fished out a bottle of simple wine from his pocket, popped the wine lid, and drank two mouthfuls before he disappeared into the crowd with a crooked gait.