The poorest beggars and the poorest people earn less than 1 Tower Coin per day on average.
Yang Cheng chose to come to this kind of place because the poorer and more chaotic the place, the more mixed the people are, and the easier it is to get information.
Passing through the alley, ahead lies a large, chaotic area of shacks, with concrete buildings, tin shacks, and various garbage dumps piled up haphazardly.
Many low-income workers, beggars, scavengers and hoodlums live here.
Upon seeing Yang Cheng enter, the group of people looked at him indifferently, their eyes devoid of curiosity or scrutiny.
For those at the very bottom of this tower, simply surviving already takes all their strength.
Yang Cheng walked to a tin shed with the words "Zhao Ji Gaota Comprehensive Information Service Co., Ltd." painted in red on it.
Below, a wooden sign listed the scope of business: renting houses, selling houses, recruiting workers, pawning, prostitution, information consulting, purchasing pure water, etc.
"What kind of business do you need, sir? I, Lao Zhao, have been around Heitu Street for decades. I guarantee you'll be satisfied."
Inside the tin shed sat a middle-aged man in his forties, wearing tattered jeans and a wrinkled, ill-fitting suit jacket.
His hair was greasy, but he combed it into a slicked-back style.
"Renting a room."
Old Zhao walked out of the tin shed, pointed to it, and said, "If you want to rent this kind of tin shed, it will only cost ten Tower Coins per month."
However, you look like a powerful and reclusive ronin, how could a place like this tin shack be worthy of you?
Although the 20-story building behind doesn't have an elevator, it shouldn't be a problem for someone with your strong physique.
There's a room for rent on the 18th floor, a good 10 square meters, with a private bathroom, only 80 Tower Coins per month. What do you think?
"Take me to see it."
Seeing that business had come in, Old Zhao immediately perked up, grabbed the keys, and led Yang Cheng, panting, up to the eighteenth floor.
Each room in this building is small, no more than 20 square meters, and there are more than a dozen households on each floor, densely packed together like an anthill.
Old Zhao opened the door to a small room, pointed inside, and said, "How are you feeling, guest? Not bad, right?"
Yang Cheng nodded casually and said, "That's right, this is the place."
Seeing that Yang Cheng hadn't even discussed the price, Old Zhao's face immediately wrinkled even more.
"By the way, do you also sell information here?"
Old Zhao patted his chest and said, "Of course, I've been around here for decades, what don't I know?"
"And I have quite a few informants under me; whatever information you'd like to find out, I have it all."
As he spoke, Old Zhao looked around, then closed the door before asking, "Sir, are you planning to smuggle this?"
As he spoke, Old Zhao made a gesture as if he were getting an injection in his arm.
He was referring to gene therapy.
Wilderness wanderers from the outside world can buy many things at the tower.
Some mutant organizations even hire subordinates with no criminal record and no obvious external mutations to enter the tower to purchase supplies.
Water, food, and even weapons and ammunition can be purchased inside the tower.
However, there are a few things that are strictly prohibited, such as blueprints for weapons technology and gene-based drugs.
Even the most basic gene serums are strictly prohibited from being taken out of the Tower, but people from the outside world still flock to them and try every means to smuggle the serums out of the Tower.
Although there are also first- or even second-order gene-modifying agents manufactured outside, they generally have very serious side effects and extremely high mortality rates.
The gene serum in the tower is recognized as having the fewest side effects. Although there is still a mortality rate, it is much lower than that in the outside world.
Yang Cheng looked at Lao Zhao in surprise: "You actually have this kind of channel?"
But that's not what I want to know. Have you ever heard of the Heart of the Tower?
A look of confusion appeared in Old Zhao's eyes: "The Heart of the Tower? Is it a person? Or is it an object?"
Should I have someone inquire about it?
Yang Cheng shook his head and said, "Never mind."
It's normal that Lao Zhao hadn't heard of it; Yang Cheng didn't want everyone to know, lest it cause any trouble.
Yang Cheng paid Lao Zhao eighty Tower Coins promptly, and only then could he truly settle down in the Tower.
Standing on the public balcony on the eighteenth floor, Yang Cheng looked down and saw that the entire first floor of the tower was a huge slum, filled with chaos, hunger, disease and killing.
Yang Cheng slowly closed his eyes. Apart from the roar of machinery in the factory and plantation, all he could hear were wails and howls.
Compared to the City of Evil Demons, this place is perhaps more like an incarnation of the Hungry Ghost Realm.
If supernatural forces such as ghosts exist in this world, then this place will surely be a breeding ground for evil gods and demons.
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