Chapter 1832: Chapter 1832

"Uh... hehe..." Jiang Zhenbo’s face was a bit awkward, he somewhat regretted what he just said. If he had known earlier, he would have directly admitted he didn’t pay for these things himself!

But now it was too late, he quickly went through the situation in his mind and continued along with Huang Quanjiu’s words.

"You can’t say it like that, I also honor my father, but if I honor you, I must give more. Please look after me in the future~" As Jiang Zhenbo spoke, he smiled, showing a mouthful of big white teeth, his smile looking a bit sly.

"Hehehe..." Huang Quanjiu chuckled, shaking his head without speaking. It was okay for the other party to say that, directly placing themselves in a higher position than his father, they didn’t survive the Apocalypse for nothing.

And Ah Fu laughed even more heartily, "Hahaha, you know how to please people, good!"

He patted the shoulder, and Ah Fu reached for the two packs of cigarettes. Compared to the bottle of 1979 Moutai, these two packs of cigarettes were a bit lacking, but they were high-quality cigarettes produced during the Apocalypse, no less than those of before the Apocalypse!

They tore open the two packs on the spot, and neither Huang Quanjiu nor the others refused. In less than a minute, the two packs of cigarettes were divided cleanly among the eight people.

"Let’s go, time to work. Abeng has already started on his side."

"Keep moving forward, there’s a bit of road left."

After instructing the soldiers in front, the group continued towards their destination.

In an old street, a thirty-year-old man with red hair, bare-chested, and covered in tattoos opened the iron door and swaggered out from a gray building. He looked around, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, taking it out and blowing a thick puff of smoke, spitting alongside.

"Ah, comfortable!" He shouted madly at the sky, the people passing by glanced at him and then quickly lowered their heads.

The red-haired man tightened the belt on his jeans, then turned back.

Behind the rusted iron door stood a woman whose clothes were in disarray due to long-term malnutrition. Her face was pale, her skin was sallow, and her hair was as withered as autumn grass.

She wore only one garment, and through the gaps between the buttons, one could occasionally see her skeletal frame inside, the ribs protruding without any appeal.

The man glanced at the woman, snorted, and said, "I’ll deduct it from the Yajin you owe this time; there are still six left, understand?"

"Can you give us more time?" Hearing the man in front of her, the woman grew anxious, but the man remained unmoved, lifting his head slightly and shaking it.

"At most, I’ll give you two more days; the day after tomorrow, I’ll come back for you. That’s it, I’m leaving."

After saying that, the red-haired man turned to leave, but the woman quickly grabbed his hand, "The day after tomorrow! No! It’s too little time, please give us a few more days? Five more days? I’ll pay you all the money back by the 16th, with interest!"

"Five days, hey, I’m not bargaining with you now. You’re already privileged enough, just the day after tomorrow. If you can’t pay then, you can use your son as a pledge. Your son is quite good-looking, some big people might fancy him."

He shook off the woman’s grip and left without looking back, but the desperate woman simply lay on the ground, tightly clinging to his ankles to prevent him from leaving.

"Please give me some more time, two days is too little. Where do I get so much Yajin?"

"If you can’t pay, use your son to cover the debt. Didn’t I make that clear?"

"No!" The woman screamed, looking desperately at the passersby for help, but who would dare intervene in such matters?

The red-haired man was one of the minor leaders of a gang here. Without power, trying to be a hero means getting beaten up back home!

Seeing people watching coldly, unmoved, the woman’s face slowly turned to despair, but her arms remained locked around the man’s legs, refusing to let go! And after pulling for a long time without getting free, the man’s expression also became unkind.

"No! Give us five more days, just five days, we’ll definitely pay back the Yajin you loaned us!"

"Goddamn it!" The man laughed angrily, seeing him ruthlessly purse his lips without further words, he began counting down.

Counting down quickly, the woman stubbornly did not let go. At this moment, a few young people sitting on the steps stood up, each carrying a spiked iron club with some alarming bloodstains on them!

They surrounded the woman, and she also closed her eyes in despair. Just as one of the young men raised the spiked club to strike her, a gunshot suddenly echoed from the alleyway ahead, sending people scrambling in fright!

"The soldiers are here!"

Someone ran out from the alley where the gunshot came, shouting loudly, and the red-haired man hurriedly raised his hand at the sound, stopping the young men behind him from acting.

"Soldiers? What are they doing here?" They were puzzled. China D11 District was considered the "fringe" of the Cloud Gorge Base, not geographically, but because the people here were chaotic and diverse, with weak governance from the central authority, it’s an edge area in terms of security management.

Before the Apocalypse, this was the southern suburbs of Yunhai City, and the surrounding buildings were built by survivors who gathered here after the establishment of Cloud Gorge Base.

At the beginning of Cloud Gorge Base’s establishment, survivors from other bases set up tents here as temporary dwellings.

At that time, there were few new humans, and it was difficult to muster the army. Officials from before the Apocalypse were one in ten, and in the absence of manpower and materials, the rulers of Cloud Gorge Base could only choose to first stabilize Shanhe General District at that time.

Over time, as more people entered Cloud Gorge Base, more survivors arrived here, gradually creating many underground criminal forces, with pre-Apocalypse unimaginable crimes occurring daily.

In the mid-period, the chaos of China D11 District still did not attract attention. Compared to here, other zones of Cloud Gorge Base had at least basic legal provisions, and order slowly returned, but this also led many who couldn’t survive in Cloud Gorge Base to gamble here!

After all, for them, crime was the only way out!

As they say, "Murder and arson lead to wealth." Over the years, many have indeed prospered in the China D11 District and left, but they left behind even more chaos. Fresh chapters posted on 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝✦𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖✦𝕟𝕖𝕥

Even now, people still enter here seeking shortcuts, but these people usually have nothing but their lives. Some unscrupulous soldiers might choose to rob openly, but even then, they pick ideal places, the more obscure and chaotic, the better. In the China D11 District, all you can rob is someone’s life, but what good is someone else’s life?

Taking a chance with execution isn’t worth it!