"Hey, these three people seem to be very rich. They actually bought bread for a few brats to eat."
"Hmph, I think they are probably rich people. They have enough money for today's drinks."
His ears twitched slightly, and Wu Ming, who was walking in front, glanced behind him with a smile.
These were two homeless men. Their gray-headed faces were the same as those of the refugees, but their eyes were fierce and full of greed.
Some of the refugees who fled into Tibulaq were ordinary rural people, some were bandits who robbed homes and homes, and they had various professions.
Obviously, these two people are the latter, with a faint murderous aura on their bodies and bulging bags in their waists. Perhaps, it may not be possible for them to go outside the city and fight the skeleton soldiers, but facing their own people, they will not be able to feed each one.
The evil wolf will tear off two pieces of flesh if it sets its sights on you.
"Boy, stop."
A homeless man noticed Wu Ming's gaze, took two quick steps, and took out a dagger from his arms.
Another homeless man, holding a short knife, blocked Wu Ming's side and said with a sinister smile: "Brother, I'm short of money recently. I want to borrow some money to spend. Do you mind?"
"I mind, I do mind."
The corners of Wu Ming's mouth raised slightly, and without even looking at the dagger in front of him, he smiled and said, "Do you know whose territory this is?"
"What?" Before the tramp could react, he only felt pain in his wrist and the blade of the dagger flashed through his eyes.
puff!
Blood sprayed out, and the homeless man covered his neck and knelt on the ground.
Seeing his companion being killed, another homeless man was frightened and angry, and stabbed Wu Ming with a short knife.
Wu Ming didn't even move, the dagger in his hand came first, and he stabbed the homeless man in front of him. The dagger made a "pop" sound and stabbed into the homeless man's chest.
"You, you" The tramp's face was distorted because of the pain, and there was still disbelief in his eyes.
Wu Ming leaned forward slightly, lowered his voice, and whispered: "This is my territory!"
Since the beginning of the North Alliance, the underground forces in Tibulague have been under the control of the North Alliance.
As the leader of the new generation, Wu Ming is the king of the underground here. Two thieves dare to take advantage of him. He is really a rat working as an escort for a cat. He wants money at the risk of his life.
Killing two people in a row, the greedy eyes around him disappeared without a trace in an instant.
Wu Ming smiled coldly, pretending that he had crushed two ants to death, and continued to lead Lucy and the two of them towards the contact point in the city.
In Tibulag City, there is the headquarters of the North Alliance, hidden in a bar.
Different from the depression of other industries, due to the invasion of the undead, the North Alliance has an opportunity to expand.
Countless homeless foreign professionals either joined the city guard or were absorbed by major forces.
As the largest dark force in the city, the North Alliance is also the first choice of many people. When Wu Ming walked into the bar, he saw at least dozens of professionals.
"Tell the butchers that I'm back." Wu Ming walked to the bar counter and dropped a seal.
The bartender was an old man. He had seen the appearance of this seal, but had never seen Wu Ming's true face. He couldn't help but say: "You"
"Paul, go ahead." Wu Ming changed his voice to that of a North American and smiled at the bartender.
Paul was stunned for a moment. Many people in the league knew him, but few knew his name.
Moreover, he was too familiar with the voice of leader North, and Wu Ming had arranged this position for him.
After secretly sizing up Wu Ming, Paul lowered his head and left.
Half an hour later, the butcher, watchman, executioner, and gambler, the four little bosses, gathered together.
Wu Ming sat at the bar counter, holding a glass of rum in his hand, and raised his fingers at the four of them: "The last time we got together was three months ago, and it makes people nostalgic just thinking about it. Now, we are here again.
We got together, even though the clown and the nightingale are not here, most of the people have finally gathered, are you happy?"
The watchman was the oldest, smoking a cigarette and nodding his head, his eyes narrowed when he smiled.
The executioner didn't like to talk and sat there silently.
The other two people, the gambler holding playing cards and the butcher with a shaved head, looked at Wu Ming noncommittally, with different emotions hidden in their eyes.
"Are you really North?" The butcher grinned. After speaking, he glanced at the gambler and asked, "Gambler, do you believe that our leader is just a half-grown child?"
"Believe it, why don't you believe it? If you don't believe it, go ahead and try it." The gambler encouraged the butcher while playing with the cards.
The butcher nodded slightly, poured himself a glass of wine, sat next to Wu Ming, and whispered: "I don't believe it, I want to try it."
"Okay." We haven't seen each other for more than three months, and the strength of the North Alliance has greatly increased. It is inevitable that the people below have other ideas.
Wu Ming slowly stretched out a finger, shook it twice at the butcher, and said: "One finger."
Whoosh.
His fingers gently moved down and across the butcher's neck.
Before the butcher could figure out what was going on, he laughed loudly while holding the wine glass, and said with a smile: "Are you making me laugh? I'm Gugu."
A blood-red thin line appeared on the neck, and the hot blood flowed downward uncontrollably.
The playing cards in the gambler's hand were instantly deformed.
He is not a reckless man like a butcher, but a thief who pursues speed and a gambler who dominates the casino.
But even with his eyesight, he could barely see it. Wu Ming shook it with his fingernail, and the rest was unclear.
"I am North, is there anyone who objects?" Wu Ming asked expressionlessly as he gently stretched out his hand and pushed the butcher's body to the ground.
Silence, no one spoke, they just looked at the butcher struggling on the ground, and the pool of blood that continued to extend outwards.
Three seconds later, the watchman put down his pipe and was the first to speak: "Of course no one objects, you are the leader, we must listen to you."
Wu Ming glanced at the watchman and was not surprised by this choice.
In the North Alliance, there are two small groups and two are uninvolved individuals.
The clown and the executioner are just loose people. They just want to eat and drink well and are not keen on the rights of the alliance.
The remaining small groups are the butcher and the gambler, and the nightingale and the watchman.
During this period, Nightingale had been following Wu Ming. Given her relationship with the watchman, it was normal for her to say a few words.
Therefore, among these people, the watchman, who seems to be a good guy, is actually the one who understands him best.
As for the unclear butcher and gambler, one was already lying on the ground, and the hand holding the playing cards of the other was shaking, as if he had Parkinson's disease.
"Don't be afraid. People who like to gamble are smart people. The gambler you call must be very smart and will not die early like him." Wu Ming patted the gambler on the shoulder and pushed the butcher's beer over.
Sweat dripped down the gambler's face, he forced a smile, nodded and said, "Thank you, chief."
"You're welcome. We are all our own people, there is no need to be so arrogant."
Wu Ming smiled and waved his hands, his eyes swept over everyone's faces, and then said: "By the way, has anything big happened in Tibula recently?"
The watchman was the first to shake his head, and the others thought for a while and shook their heads in reply.
Seeing everyone shaking their heads, Wu Ming was surprised. Tibulague was the place where the big event started. Green and the previous boss were both here, so how could everything be calm?
"Is there anything strange over there at the City Lord's Mansion?" Wu Ming thought of the City Lord's Mansion and Colt occupying the magpie's nest.
"No, the city lord organized the nobles to give porridge to the victims two days ago. I didn't see anything special." Everyone's answers were still simple, without anything valuable.
Wu Ming was even more surprised. He knocked on his wine glass and whispered: "Giving soup, is he so kind?"
The man in the city lord's palace has long been replaced by the undead. The current Count Cullen is actually the archlich Corando pretending to be.
No matter how you look at it, this is not an honest and responsible person. He has not jumped out after so long. Could it be that he is addicted to playing latent.