Jiang Dalang asked.
"No, let's go to Ghost Street first."
Fatty Huang took him deeper into the cave.
The Ghost Street is located between the outer perimeter and the main building, with long and narrow underground river passages on both sides, as compact and cramped as tomb passages.
There are various passages on both sides. Someone has dug many caves of different sizes underground. Some people sleep in them. It is dark inside and you can occasionally hear all kinds of strange noises.
After walking two or three miles, the area ahead finally opened up a bit. Someone had dug a huge cave underground, and the surrounding terrain connected together to form a market.
In addition to the passage they came from, this street market is crisscrossed and connected in all directions. There are at least a dozen passages leading to here. There is only one straight street in the block, which is probably less than 200 meters long. There are wooden houses on both sides and stalls on the ground.
All kinds of people walked through it. This was Ghost Street, also known as the Ghost Market, the trading area of the Ghost Fan Building. In addition to this place, there was also a Ghost Market on the ground, which was much more prosperous than the underground one, and most of the goods sold there were contraband.
The most traded thing underground is people.
After all, Guifanlou has been a criminal organization famous for trafficking women and children in history, and human trafficking is naturally their main source of income.
Jiang Dalang saw that there were many cages on the stalls, in which ragged women and children were imprisoned, forming a slave market.
I have seen these things many times since joining Guifanlou, so I am not blind to them.
He silently vowed in his heart that if he could do the job of an insider, he would definitely bring his brothers from the Imperial City Division to kill and destroy everything here.
Fatty Huang led more than ten of them through the ghost street and into a basement. The air inside was turbid and smelly, and it felt like it could make people unable to open their eyes.
There were quite a few people gathered outside the door, some sitting, some squatting, and some standing.
Seeing Fatty Huang coming, someone outside the door said, "You can only bring two people."
Fatty Huang nodded, waved his hand, and walked away with Jiang Dalang and another man with a red-handled palm stick.
Originally, Jiang Dalang was the Yellow Rod Chief, a peripheral thug, but now that Fatty Huang's forces had suffered heavy losses, he had no choice but to be promoted to the core.
After all, there was constant infighting within Guifanlou, and his power might be swallowed up by others, so he had to resort to this last resort.
The three men entered the inner passage, walked about ten meters, passed through two outer rooms, and arrived at an inner room. The room was full of candles and torches, and the smell of kerosene hit them in the face.
There were already some people sitting inside, their faces some fierce, some honest, some calm, some indifferent, all of them were middle-aged men around 30 or 40 years old.
These are the leaders of Guifanlou in various areas of Bianliang. There are eleven of them in total, but only five are sitting here now.
The rest either didn't arrive or had already been captured.
The current situation is not optimistic for Gui Fanlou.
Fatty Huang put on a smile and greeted everyone first, then sat down in his seat.
Jiang Dalang and another person stood behind him, one on the left and one on the right.
After a while, three more people came in one after another, until the last man with a scar on his face walked in quickly, and then everyone put on a serious expression.
"Left palm whip."
Everyone stood up to greet him.
That person is one of the spokespersons of the host, the left and right whip rods.
In the Song Dynasty, yamen runners all used water and fire sticks. At that time, productivity was insufficient. Although iron tools were popular, it was difficult for ordinary people to get knives because the court controlled salt and iron.
Therefore, in the early Song Dynasty, even these underground evil forces did not have many knives, and they all used sticks like the yamen officials.
In the middle of the Song Dynasty, the art of craftsmanship developed, and the number of knives increased. However, the previous names and customs were retained, such as palm whip, palm pole, and palm stick.
The double-flowered red sticks used by later underworld groups are derivatives of the names of underworld groups such as Wuyou Cave, Guifanlou, Hongmen, and Qing Gang during the Song, Ming, and Qing dynasties.
Zuo Zhangbian sat down directly on the top chair, looked around and said, "How are the conditions in your branches?"
"Not good. Half of our department was arrested and left."
"We ran pretty fast, only a few people were captured, but we didn't bring much back."
"I heard that Zhang Laosan and Xie Jiu have been captured. Our location is about to be exposed. What should we do now? Should we leave Ghost Street?"
"Whipmaster, what did the host say? Can you please distribute some food down first? We didn't bring much with us when we ran down here."
Everyone was talking at once, and everyone looked gloomy.
Their headquarters was underground, but their branches were above ground. Now that they have been destroyed, their strength has been greatly reduced.
Moreover, we were in a hurry when we ran down, and we didn't bring much food with us. We were afraid that we would not be able to get up in time, and by then, who knows what would happen to everyone.
"Don't panic."
Zuo Zhangbian said in a deep voice: "The owner of the building will find a way to send food down. You just have to wait patiently."
Jiang Dalang's heart moved.
The other party was talking about finding a way to send food down.
This means the host may still be there.
"As for here."
Zuo Zhangbian knocked on the table and said, "There are still many scouts outside, so you don't have to worry. After a while, when the food arrives, if the government takes action, the host will notify everyone to scatter."
"That's good."
"With the landlord's arrangements, we feel relieved."
"The host is really thoughtful."
Everyone nodded.
Jiang Dalang crossed his arms across his chest, thinking expressionlessly.
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