Everyone should have a name.

But "Black Rat" doesn't think so. He thinks it's great to have an impressive nickname.

Like him, a small town who lives in a gray area between black and white...

Is the name useful?

The nickname is different. "Black Rat", which is not very majestic, but it can represent his strong survival ability and cautious style of behavior. It is precisely because of the cautiousness he developed since childhood that Black Rat has changed from a gangster at the bottom to a gangster leader at the bottom!

Last night, when the army entered the city, the city foxes and rats in Ruhr City felt the solemn atmosphere. The real bigwigs of the tycoon level were all living in silence, hiding in their nests, and tremblingly inquiring about the news.

Black Rat and his friends had no choice... Lower-level gangsters like them always had no overnight food at home, and if they didn't go out to the streets to make a living for a day, they would have to go hungry.

Hungry is not a wonderful enjoyment.

So even though he knew that the wind in Ruer City was extremely loud today and there was a great risk of going out, Black Rat still took a few friends out.

Strangely, hiding his head and huddling in the crowd, walking through one street after another with troops stationed in fear. Near the Tomahawk Restaurant, the black rat was surprised to find the most ideal target!

An old lady selling her own baked bread!

The black rat was in the crowd and looked at the old lady with a vigilant and cautious three minutes.

He is less than five feet tall, his body is dry and has no flesh, his wrinkled skin, and his turbid eyes look bad, and he looks like he may die at any time in his twilight years.

As for the clothes on my body, the long skirt made of burlap is very old-fashioned. Although the pulp is washed very clean, there are patches everywhere.

"A poor country old woman..." The black mouse made a judgment, then walked out of the crowd, surrounded the old lady and her four-wheeled car, and uncovered the coarse cloth covered in the car.

On the car, several layers of square bran black bread were neatly placed. The dark brown bread also brought the freshly baked heat, emitting a natural and rich aroma of wheat.

Looking at these black breads, I also had a slap in the street last night and had excessive exercise. At this moment, the black mouse and a few friends who were hungry and their eyes lit up suddenly.

The black mouse grabbed a black bread without hesitation, stuffed it into his mouth with a 'um', tearing a large piece of it down, and then chewed it in big mouthfuls.

The unique aroma of fresh hot bread fills the mouth, suppressing the bad breath caused by the black rat's failure to brush his teeth for half a month.

The black rat widened his eyes and looked at the helpless old lady in surprise: "Oh, your bread is really good...tsk, the real ingredients are really good, the taste is so good... Is it put... Sucrose?"

The old lady lowered her head and said tremblingly: "A little bit, a little bit of sugar... This tastes better and can be sold at a better price..."

The black rat's eyes turned, swallowed the pound of black bread in his hand in a few bites, and then burped comfortably. The black rat's friends didn't understand what it was. When they saw the black rat taking action, they also picked up a bread and ate it in big mouthfuls.

In the corner of the car, there were more than a dozen clay jars the size of fists. The black mouse grabbed a jar, pulled out the plug at the cupping mouth, put his nose closer and sniffed it hard.

"Ah, butter...the best fresh butter!" The black rat looked at the old lady with a look of surprise: "The kind Muteste is above...Don't you think this is too luxurious?"

Black bread with sugar and fresh butter... Well, this is a good thing that only wealthy farmers from a wealthy family or small businessmen with good businessmen can enjoy.

Such good goods should not appear in the hands of hawkers selling along the street!

Like the old lady, hawkers who bring their own baked bread and earn a few change are as numerous as cows in the streets and alleys of big cities. However, the black bread they sell is the lowest, with more bran than flour and can be used as bricks to smash people.

The old lady sold only a small portion of the bread, bran, and she added sugar in a crazy way!

And fresh butter! Butter to apply on bread!

Damn... The black rat forgot when the last time he ate butter... As a gangster leader at the bottom, fresh butter is a bit too expensive for him.

The old lady looked up and looked at the black rat very seriously: "So, my bread and butter will be higher than others'..."

"Oh, no!" The black mouse stretched out his black fingers, dug a large piece of butter in the jar, then stuffed them into his mouth, sucked his fingers hard, sucking the black fingers cleanly, revealing the pale yellow skin...

"Gudong", swallowing the strong smell of butter into his stomach, the black rat could feel his dry stomach and intestines, which had been wriggling violently due to the lubrication of butter, and a huge "gulp" sound in his stomach made.

He sighed with satisfaction, and the black rat looked at the old lady seriously and said in a deep voice: "Old guy, I must say that it is wrong for you to do this... Ruhr City is a place with rules. Since you sell black bread, you should be at the same price as others!"

The black rat took out a few dirty fountains from his pocket, and even had a little green rust, and threw them into the tinplate piggy bank hanging on the handlebars of the four-wheeled car.

"Where, the black bread of others is a fountain and a pound of Su... Then, your bread should be at this price... They are all black bread. What's the difference? Your price cannot be sold too high!"

"Then, since you sell bread, then these butters should be gifts for grants!"

The black mouse smiled and looked at the stunned old lady: "For example, if I go to the sausage shop to buy ten pounds of best pig blood sausage, then the boss will usually give me a piece of sausage sausage... This is the same reason!"

The black rat untied a dirty coarse cloth pocket from his belt, quickly grabbed the bread from the four-wheeled car and stuffed it into his pocket. Su was probably only seven or eight fountains he threw to the old lady, but he stuffed more than twenty black bread into his pockets, and even stuffed five cans of fresh butter, which was much more expensive than black bread, into his pocket.

"Ah, ah..." The old lady grabbed the black rat's hand in a hurry.

The black mouse gently pushed his hand, and the old lady became unstable and staggered back a few steps, almost falling to the ground.

The black mouse looked at the old lady very seriously and said in a threatening voice: "Hey, old man, do you still want to do business in Ruhr City?"

"Last night, the respected Lord Kaben Jong Buchel was kidnapped. We brothers, but we worked all night with the respected officers... We also made great contributions to the peace and tranquility of Ruhr!"

"So, you should give us a little reward, it's natural."

"If you still want to do business in Ruhr City, you must remember-the price must be fair and you cannot raise prices randomly... If we give the money, you should give us enough goods!"

"Due to your age, I will spare you today, otherwise..."

The black rat quickly looked around and was about to slip away with a cloth bag.

Qiao slapped her belly comfortably, walked out of the Battle Axe Restaurant slowly, holding a cigar in her mouth, and stood at the entrance of the restaurant and looking at the street view.

Eat and drink enough, enjoy a cigar, then go back to the Daisy Hotel, and sleep comfortably on that large, soft, special bed... Is there a more comfortable life in the world than this?

Just after vomiting two smoke rings, Qiao saw the old lady surrounded by black rats and a few minions diagonally opposite the street, more than 300 feet away from him.

After the chaos last night, the scarlet evil spirits rising from all over Ruhr City continued to inject into Qiao's body. Qiao's physical functions have been improved a lot again. "Smart ears and bright eyes" are not enough to describe the abilities Qiao has now.

There were pedestrians around, footsteps, noise, chaotic complaints, and various sounds came, but Qiao accurately captured the conversation between the black rat and the old lady in the sound waves.

Joe's face turned gloomy.

He reached out and touched his waist, pulled out the lengthened and heavy copper baton that was four feet long, which was hanging on his belt, which was four feet long, and was full of lead-wrapped copper, with a gloomy face, and squirted thick smoke all the way, running across the street with big strides.

"Hey, bastard!" Qiao rushed behind the black rat in two or three steps, and a baton hit his left shoulder heavily.

Accompanied by the terrifying sound of shattering, the black rat's left shoulder collapsed, the broken bones pierced the muscles, and blood spurted out, and the blood immediately dyed the black rat's torn clothes red.

The black rat screamed loudly, and he fell to the ground, holding his left shoulder with his right hand, and his body twitched wildly.

After all, he was just a gangster leader at the bottom of Ruer City. How could he withstand a baton from Qiao? Even though Qiao had tried his best to restrain his strength, this blow directly killed the black rat half his life.

Several minions of the Black Rat wanted to escape, but Si Gengsi and a large group of family guards rushed up and surrounded several minions in the middle.

Qiao looked down at the black rats bleeding all over the ground, gritted her teeth and said word by word: "When Tifa just became a trainee judge, you damn hooligans are even more hateful than those real big thieves and evil bandits!"

"Those thieves and evil bandits, they only harmed a small number of rich people... but you have made those who are already pitiful and have extremely difficult lives unable to survive!"

"Do you know why after Tifa became a trainee judge, your colleagues in Tulum Port will never dare to go out to bully the elderly, the weak, the sick and the disabled again? Because all those who dared to commit crimes were sentenced to exile by Tifa and were thrown to the island in the north ice sea to mine!"

Qiao curled his lips and gritted his teeth and said, "I'm too lazy to send you to mining... You'd better be... dead!"

Joe glanced at Billy, who was running over panting, and whistled.

Billy looked at the black rat lying on the ground crying, pulled out a pencil sharpener, gently stroked his thick and fleshy cheeks, and a wisp of blood immediately flowed down.

Billy also lay on the ground, crying and shouting: "Assault police... come, help... attack police!"

The old lady stood aside, her eyes almost jumped out of her sockets.
Chapter completed!