Although Su Ziyu felt very curious.

But reason told him that he shouldn't rush in. After the experiences in the previous worlds, he now felt like he had been reborn. Human potential is most easily pushed out when faced with life and death, and even Su Ziyu felt that he had changed a lot.

The alley was very dark. The black man didn't come to his senses until he walked under the streetlight. He trembled and reached for a cigarette. When he found that there was no cigarette left, he raised his head, revealing bloodshot eyes, stared at him intently and asked, "Do you have any cigarettes?"

Su Ziyu shook his head and quietly took half a step back.

At this moment, the other party's expression seemed a little ferocious for some reason, like a drug addict with a drug addiction attack, or his expression was distorted because of fear. Under his ferocious face was a suppressed and violent emotion. For some reason, Su Ziyu looked at him as if he saw a wounded and aggressive beast.

He knew it was rude to compare a man to a beast, but that was how he felt.

Fortunately, the tavern was almost there.

There were five or six people standing outside the bar, each dressed weirder than the other, retro and mechanical, with some metal decorations on their bodies. The man in the lead was dressed like a cowboy, with pistols on both sides of his waist. The black man walked into the bar quickly, and Su Ziyu followed him in after hesitating for a moment. Before entering, he glanced at the man dressed like a cowboy. He was wearing a pair of black leather gloves, and the wrist of his left hand revealed a metallic luster.

Noisy, bustling, messy.

As soon as he entered the pub, the sound waves inside made Su Ziyu frown. It was simply a chaotic scene. The heavy metal music made people's heads hurt. Some people twisted their bodies in the middle of the stage, as if they were venting something. Old Bill sat near the bar, whispering something with the fat man during the day. Several couples were making out in a dark corner nearby, looking a little dazed. Su Ziyu saw the pills he had thrown away on the table. The smell of cheap perfume made people's noses choke. Two or three women who looked like they were worldly people saw him and greeted him with bright eyes, but he avoided him and sat near Old Bill.

"What would you like to order?" The speaker was a one-eyed woman.

She looked lazy, with long hair hanging down, and she looked quite gorgeous, but her one eye affected her beauty, and the slight scar at the corner of her mouth made her look more fierce. The lights in the bar were too bright to see clearly, but her voice was very attractive, like a lazy cat. She sat there like a lioness patrolling her territory, and when her eyes fell on Su Ziyu, she showed an expression of interest.

"A glass of whiskey, please." Su Ziyu said, glancing around.

Pop.

A glass of wine was placed in front of him, and then the woman stood up and leaned down slightly, revealing a deep ravine in the dim light, and said with a smile: "Is this your first time here?"

"Yeah." Su Ziyu looked away and nodded.

"Would you like to try our new goods? We brought them from the south." The one-eyed woman pointed to the corner on the right, where a few people seemed to be having a lot of fun. One woman even tore off her top.

"No thanks." Su Ziyu refused with a frown.

At this time.

A thin-looking man in a studded leather jacket passed by him from behind. Su Ziyu's hand holding the wine glass suddenly paused, and the next moment he suddenly jumped up, grabbed the man's neck, then twisted his arm joint with his backhand and slammed him heavily on the metal bar.

Bang!

A muffled sound attracted many people's attention, and someone put his hand on his waist.

Su Ziyu silently took his wallet back from the other person's hand, then looked up at the one-eyed woman in front of him.

The one-eyed girl's expression was slightly cold at this time. She gave Su Ziyu an apologetic smile, and then said to a sturdy man who stood up next to her: "Break one of his legs and throw him to the back alley."

"Feel sorry."

"This cup is for you."

The one-eyed girl took out a bottle of better wine from the wine cabinet, poured a glass and handed it to Su Ziyu.

"Thank you." Su Ziyu said thank you, but moved the glass of wine away with one finger.

He did not drink the glass of whiskey again, but stood up and asked, "How much?"

"15 yuan." The one-eyed girl smiled, looked him up and asked, "You're quite skilled. Are you interested in making some money?" "No." Su Ziyu shook his head, took out 50 yuan, threw it on the bar, and said, "Give the two gentlemen at that table two glasses of wine, it's my treat. The rest is a tip."

The bartender was quick.

Just as Su Ziyu stood up and prepared to leave, the wine was served at Old Bill's table. The German man turned his head and looked at him, then raised his glass with a smile. He thought that Pasha had conveyed his warning to Su Ziyu during the day, and that this glass of wine was a thank you. But in fact, Pasha had not told Su Ziyu anything, he just treated him casually because he had taken the other's car during the day.

Su Ziyu nodded, turned around and left the tavern.

When Su Ziyu stood up and prepared to leave, the one-eyed girl couldn't help but narrow her eyes slightly. Her expression was slightly cold, and she stared at Su Ziyu's back silently. Before he turned around and went out, she picked up the glass of wine for Su Ziyu and took a sip. This scene happened to be seen by Su Ziyu.

The atmosphere was unfriendly.

Su Ziyu had no interest in staying here because he encountered a thief just after sitting down. Moreover, many people looked at him with scrutinizing eyes, which made him a little uncomfortable.

When he went out, he found someone following him.

Three people.

They hung far behind him until he entered Old Bob's neighborhood, then they hesitated and went back.

There are still many people moving around outside.

Old Bob was not in the hotel. Instead, a young white man appeared. He was sitting with his legs crossed, trimming his fingernails. He held a tactical dagger in his hand and glanced at Su Ziyu coldly.

Second floor, at the door.

Su Ziyu suddenly frowned when he pushed open the door, and reached out to pick up a broken hair.

Someone had been in his room.

He took a look at the things under the bed. Nothing was missing, but he was sure that someone had come in after he left because he had tied the hair to the door handle. It was purely a hunch that he felt this place was a deep well, and there were many extraordinary people in it.

But this is already the end of the wasteland, and most of the simple people should have died.

No words were spoken that night.

At night, there seemed to be a fight outside, but Su Ziyu did not get up to see. The vendor selling roasted rats on the street was replaced by the Indians who were there during the day. There were several drunken men lying on both sides of the road, looking filthy.

Everyone just watched coldly.

Su Ziyu noticed that the guards just glanced at the farce and then looked away.

This is the North Star.

The base camp led by the "liberals" in Pasha's words, which pursues freedom and equality, attempts to overthrow the rule of the financial tycoons, and rebuild human civilization.

I don't know why.

Su Ziyu suddenly felt like laughing, but couldn't.

This place is full of decadence, depravity, madness, debauchery, depression, greed, and violence. Robbery, theft, and fighting happen almost every day. Everyone must be vigilant at all times, because something could happen if they are not careful. The guards of the camp watched from afar, as if as long as they did not get close to the wall, no matter what happened outside, it had nothing to do with them.

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