Various shop signs and blatantly vulgar advertisements, as well as the bonfires lit by unemployed people on both sides of the street and the loud, jarring music played by the loudspeakers, and the scene of a group of people being kicked out of a bar and beaten, with neat buildings stretching endlessly down the street.

Qin Che had no time to react.

He was immediately pinned to the ground by a group of people.

"There is a homeless person here!"

Tin Man laughed heartily and shouted loudly.

Qin Che struggled for a moment, then looked up and saw a burly man grinning as he punched him.

Bang!

Qin Che fainted on the spot.

The burly man hoisted Qin Che onto his shoulder. "Where did you come from? A member of the biker gang?"

Iron Skin went up to search Qin Che, but unfortunately they didn't find anything on him. He couldn't help but purse his lips and say, "I met him in the Fifth District. I could tell he was a homeless man. Even though he changed his clothes, he can't fool me."

"Well done, go to the usual place to collect your reward."

The big man nodded, then carried Qin Che away.

Tin Man and his two brothers bumped fists and quickly disappeared into the dark alleys of the Black Street.

...

Qin Che woke up feeling dizzy and disoriented, his face stinging. His nose felt like it had been broken, and his face was covered in blood.

He felt weak all over, as if he were being carried forward on a huge shoulder. People on both sides of the street made way for the big man, not daring to provoke him.

A rusty metal car sped past on the street, smoke billowing from its rear. The acrid exhaust fumes made Qin Che clearly realize—

He himself became someone else's prisoner.

Oh shit.

Although he had long been on guard against the three brothers, Tiepi, Qin Che thought it over carefully and realized that he seemed to have no other choice.

Upon learning that the fourth and fifth districts would be locked down for a month.

Qin Che knew he was bound to come to the Black Street once.

Because the security forces' blockade was long and thick, the short 2.5-kilometer teleportation route was simply not enough for him to enter the inner city walls smoothly.

Even if we get inside, we don't know what we'll encounter.

There is a lot of uncertainty.

Fortunately, Qin Che had a backup plan. He checked his panel information and found that he could still teleport.

Name: Qin Che

Age: 18

[Psionic Power: 50↑/310 (Instant Teleportation)]

I used it once before at the border, but only half of the psionic energy was used up.

But if they want to escape now, they can only be teleported to a distance of 2.5 kilometers at most.

Black Street is a community made up of acquaintances.

If a stranger like him cannot escape into the inner city walls and launder his identity with money in a short period of time, he will still face the same fate.

The strong man carried him, and soon they entered a building.

The lights inside are colorful and bizarre.

It was much quieter inside than outside.

Qin Che looked up, his gaze groggy, and saw the burly man descending a metal staircase with handrails.

Black Street Shell Community, basement level.

"Boss, another homeless person."

The burly man threw Qin Che, who was on his shoulder, hard to the ground.

Qin Che groaned, his spine aching from the impact.

The sound of rock music, not loud and cassette-quality, drifted to my ears. A radio nearby was broadcasting the details of the biker gang attack, the deployment of the Second, Third, and Fourth Divisions to suppress the bandits, and interviews with the security team about sealing off the Fourth and Fifth Districts.

A coffee table, a few sofas, and a fruit plate with several rotten oranges covered in mold.

Xue Lei, the leader of the Shell Community, was sitting with two women on either side of him, his legs propped up on the coffee table. Two pretty but somewhat thin women were feeding him oranges.

There were quite a few henchmen standing around him.

Xue Lei waved his hand, and the burly man grabbed Qin Che by the collar and made him stand up.

Qin Che swayed unsteadily, his head still spinning.

But the strong man was very powerful and forced him to stand up.

Xue Lei took a bite of orange, stepped forward, glanced at Qin Che, and lifted his jacket and T-shirt to examine his body.

"He's quite strong, but he's not a biker gang member, just an outsider. Who gave him that?" Xue Lei asked, noticing that Qin Che had no tattoos.

"Tin-skin and the others."

"Good quality, it would be a waste to remove its organs, send it out to be a slave."

Xue Lei sat back down on the sofa. "Let me think. There are a few places that are short-staffed lately. Why don't you send him to Lao Song for a few days of training first?"

"good."

The burly man said this as he was about to carry Qin Che away.

"etc!"

Suddenly, Xue Lei stopped the burly man, his brows furrowing slightly. He softened his tone and said calmly, "Don't send him over yet. I have something I need him to do. Take him inside, feed him, and we'll leave tomorrow."

"good."

The burly man had no objections.

At this moment, Qin Che drowsily raised his hand.

His nose was still bleeding, and he coughed lightly, saying, "I have intelligence. I know there's a lot of property outside, a lot of money there."

Qin Che had no choice.

Now that he has fallen into the tiger's den again, he can only pretend to be bound first, and then use teleportation to escape.

But Xue Lei later changed his mind, which sent chills down his spine.

Should we let him eat his fill before he does anything?

Damn it, is this my last meal before I'm executed?

Intuitively, this is definitely more dangerous than being a slave.

Moreover, if he has to leave tomorrow, he won't have time for another simulation. As for teleportation, he should save it if possible and avoid using it unless absolutely necessary.

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