"James, tell me how much this thing is worth?"

In the antique store, a tall and thin black boy secretly took out a broken pendant from his jacket pocket and handed it to Li Ran.

"Twenty dollars."

Li Ran raised his eyes and took a look at the style of the pendant and said casually.

"Twenty, hey, James, this is the treasure I worked so hard to get." Hearing the price quoted by Li Ran, the black boy couldn't help but jump.

"Twenty-five, no more." Li Ran had already seen everything in front of him countless times, so he said without raising his head.

"Okay, twenty-five is twenty-five." The black boy muttered, took the banknote from Li Ran, but carefully put it away: "It's not what I said to you, James, if it wasn't for our sake

In terms of friendship, I will not just sell things at such a low price..."

"How are you preparing for the university's funds, Wells?" Li Ran asked in a familiar tone, interrupting the black boy's endless complaints.

"That's almost it. Of course, if you can give me a little more, James, my progress towards the goal may be faster." Shrugging, the black boy Wells stared at his big eyes full of resentment and looked at

He glanced at Li Ran before replying in a slightly excited tone.

Wells, who was born in the slums of Hell's Kitchen, had the same growing experience as most black people, with a father he had never met and a strong mother.

It is not easy for a single-parent family to survive, especially in a mixed environment like Hell's Kitchen. Wells has a great mother, although this black woman is not beautiful, especially the one who weighs more than two hundred pounds.

The weight makes her look particularly weighty.

But it was precisely under the watchful eye of such a 'intimidating' mother that even though he grew up in an environment full of violence and depravity like Hell's Kitchen, Wells still did not contract any serious bad habits, at least.

Unlike most of his peers, he joined the gang early and acted as a gangster before graduating from high school.

"Although it's not a great university, it's at least a good choice. I've made an agreement with my mother to find a decent job in New York after I graduate, preferably one that can get us out of Hell's Kitchen."

The job of moving out.”

"I wish you can realize your dream soon."

Li Ran quite liked Wells, a black boy. At least compared to most black people in Hell's Kitchen, he had his own hopes and goals and fought hard for them.

Although, according to Li Ran's knowledge of how dangerous New York will be in the future, even if Wells and the others move to outer space, there is actually no way to avoid the danger.

But, who knows, maybe he is lucky enough.

Pulling his thoughts from the future back to the present, Li Ran looked at the broken pendant on the new counter: "Tell me, where did you get this thing from?"

Even though it has been damaged, the strong gang color on the pendant still declares his origin to Li Ran.

"James, do you know what's going on in Hell's Kitchen recently?"

Sneaking his head out, Wells pretended to be mysterious and said.

"event?"

Li Ran raised his eyebrows and blurted out.

Recently, he has been busy updating legends everywhere, and he has indeed somewhat neglected what happened in Hell's Kitchen.

However, this cannot be entirely blamed on Li Ran.

After all, the fact that it can be called Hell's Kitchen can already explain some problems. Hell's Kitchen is a place filled with all kinds of violent crimes every day. If you don't pay careful attention, no one can be fully aware of it.

"Ten dollars, no, twenty dollars."

Opposite him, Wells had been paying attention to Li Ran's reaction. When he saw the puzzled expression on his face, he immediately opened his fingers and gestured with a smile.

"Ten dollars."

In this regard, Li Ran didn't say much, and directly took out a ten-dollar bill, do you want it?

"James, you are so stingy."

Wells complained while putting away the money, and then continued: "The Savage Gang recently provoked a madman, and their business in Hell's Kitchen was constantly attacked by the other party. It is said that many people in the gang died.

The losses were heavy, and several bars were forced to close. Tony, the boss of the Savage Gang, had already issued an order. No matter who it was, as long as he could deal with the madman, he would directly become the new leader of the Sixth District of the Savage Gang and take charge of the entire area.

All business.”

Speaking of this, even Wells, who was determined not to participate in any gang activities, couldn't help but feel a little moved. After all, he was the leader of a district, and he was not comparable to the minions played by his friends.

Of course, such generous conditions are enough to show how pessimistic the current situation of the Savage Gang is.

"madman?"

Li Ran noticed the description in Wells' words and couldn't help but think.

"The madman is what the Savage Gang calls him. In fact, this guy is completely a super soldier, a terminator. It is said that a barbarian gang's bar was swept into a sieve by him single-handedly. Moreover, currently the Savage Gang has absolutely no

I know why I provoked this guy..."

Super soldier, terminator, single-handedly?

As Wells described it, Li Ran's image of the other party became clearer and clearer, and he even had a certain judgment.

…

Hell's Kitchen, another bar of the Savage Gang.

After a fierce gun battle.

Stepping on the messy ground, a sturdy man with short hair silently walked out of the shadows.

"Why, why," lying on the ground, a surviving member of the Savage Gang wailed and asked: "Why do you keep targeting us? Who sent you here..."

"You know that old homeless guy who's been living in District 6, Sipp?"

Holding his 'toy' in one hand, the man looked down at the wailing gang members and asked in his low, metallic voice.

"He died recently because of one of your 'plays'."

"Is this why you keep attacking us? Because of an insignificant homeless man!" The Savage Gang has been looking for the reason why the man attacked them, but they didn't expect the reason to be so 'simple'.

Shoot, shoot.

The blood splashed by the bullet dyed the white skull on the man's chest bright red. Looking at the dilapidated state of the wine hall, the man casually picked up a grenade and threw it on the ground of the wine hall.

He stared at the huge explosion right in front of him and replied silently.
Chapter completed!