Stronger with More Jobs

Chapter 695 - 294: Your Future Is Bright!

"When there’s no task from the gang, we go out and pick up cleaner tasks. When there is a task, we all follow to do it."

Everyone agreed one after another.

Then they settled their luggage.

They decided to take advantage of the early hour to familiarize themselves with the surrounding area.

Walking out of the self-constructed building used as a dormitory, they strolled forward along the narrow and noisy street.

The air was mixed with various smells, vendors on the roadside selling simple food and daily necessities, children in worn-out clothes playing tag, some idle men squatting in the corners smoking and chatting.

If not knowing this was the Mirage,

It would really make one think they’re in a slum of some backward town.

"What’s the specific rule in the Gray Rock District?"

Fang Qingyu asked Su Wanqing as they walked.

According to her, many areas within the City of Injustice have their unique forbidden domain rules, such as prohibiting the use of Divine Cultist abilities or forbidding the use of Qi Blood Method Observation Method, etc.

But from getting off the boat until now,

while in the Gray Rock District, they hadn’t felt any abnormal restrictions on themselves.

Su Wanqing heard this, and instead of answering immediately, she scanned the street with her gaze.

Suddenly, she stopped, a slight smile playing at her lips, and pointed to an intersection not far ahead.

"Look, the rules are right there."

Everyone looked in the direction she pointed.

At the intersection, two burly men, wearing vests that revealed their muscular bodies, were pushing and cursing at each other, faces red and necks strained.

"Motherf**ker! Cutting in line on me!"

"Bullshit! You were the one pushing me!"

"Looking for death!"

Both were evidently Martial Artists, muscles bulging.

The next second, the two collided like furious bulls!

"Bang!"

A dull thud echoed from their colliding bodies.

Fists, elbows, knees...

Fiercely aimed at each other.

Punches landing solidly! Muffled sounds ringing constantly!

The pedestrians around seemed accustomed to this, not only not panicking and fleeing but stopping to form a loose circle, pointing and gossiping, faces alight with excitement.

"Fight! Beat the hell out of him!"

"Old Wang, you coward! Kick him in the nuts!"

"Lame Li, choke him! Choke him!"

Fang Qingyu and the others also paused, standing on the outskirts of the crowd.

Su Wanqing’s voice timely broke in, with a hint of amusement in its tone: "The rule in Gray Rock District is no use of Observation Method; you can’t use Qi Force."

She pointed to the two men who were still wrestling, now with bruised faces and bleeding mouths: "They don’t even use the Qi Blood Technique, probably because the gangs here dare not fight too hard."

Before Su Wanqing’s words were finished,

"Move aside! Get the hell out of my way!"

A rough shout came from the crowd outside.

The crowd around them parted like a tide to open a pathway.

Three burly men in uniform black combat attire with a fierce, bloodied wolf’s paw emblem embroidered on their chests marched in aggressively.

The leader bore a scar across his face, his eyes fierce, his aura evidently that of a Tier Two Martial Arts Grandmaster.

His hawk-like gaze swept over the fighting pair, then at the overturned fruit stall, his face showing extreme impatience, his voice cold:

"Damn it! It’s you two again! Sick of living, aren’t we? Daring to fight on Blood Wolf Gang’s turf? And toppled the stall too?!"

Fang Qingyu and the others stood at the back of the crowd, startled by the remark.

Blood Wolf Gang’s territory?

They hadn’t walked even five hundred meters from the Cyan Dragon Gang’s dormitory building.

Su Wanqing saw the fleeting surprise on Fang Qingyu’s face and couldn’t help rolling her eyes elegantly, lowering her voice with a bit of sarcasm:

"You’ll get used to it. Small gangs, the territory is this small, a few steps and you’re out of your house. In places like Gray Rock District, gang influences interlace, one street east belongs to Cyan Dragon, west could belong to Blood Wolf. Very normal."

Sure enough, faced with the scolding from the three Blood Wolf Gang members, the fighting pair instantly separated like doused in cold water.

Both wore expressions of fear, too busy to wipe the blood off their faces, hurriedly explaining:

"Brother Wolf! It’s a misunderstanding! Misunderstanding!"

"It’s this guy! He cut in line first!"

"Bullshit! You pushed me first!"

"Shut up!" The scar-faced leader, called Brother Wolf, barked harshly, waving his hand impatiently, "Take them away! According to the old rules! Disturbing street order, damaging property, double fine cleaning fee! This month’s hard labor unloading at the docks, on you!"

His two subordinates immediately stepped forward.

Brutally grabbing the still-glowering martial artists as if dragging dead dogs away.

The onlookers, finding no more excitement, laughed and dispersed.

Only the unlucky fruit stall owner remained, wearing a mournful expression as he tidied up the mess.

Old Qin, seeing the dragged-away pair, had his curiosity piqued.

He sidled up to an old man next to him, who was watching the show with relish, a roasted sweet potato in hand, and asked:

"Hey, old man, can I ask something? Why did those two fight just now? It looked like some big grudge, huh?"

The old man turned his head, seeing old Qin’s burly frame and his somewhat streetwise smile, instinctively shrank his neck, but seeing that the other party was fairly pleasant, he bit into his sweet potato, mumbling:

"What else? Fighting for position!"

"Fighting for what position?" Old Qin was taken aback, then his face showed a sudden realization, with a bit of slyness, "Oh! I got it! Over a woman?"

"What woman!" The old man shook his head, "For Su Min!"

"Su Min? A woman?" Old Qin instinctively asked.