This Game Is Too Realistic
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Chapter 66: The Law of the Jungle!

"You mean... A new survivor's stronghold has emerged out of thin air in Linghu Wetland Park? Just under our noses?"

The fire in the brazier flickered.

The strong bear-like man sat on a human leather chair, leaning his chin lazily against his slightly clenched right fist. He looked down at the servant under the steps with a blank expression and listened to the report.

His name was "Bear", just like the bulging muscles on his body, every inch of his cell seemed to be born for violence.

Most of the marauders of the Bloodhand clan had no names, except for the leader of the clan or the ten captains who were given one by the leader.

According to the tradition inherited from the last century, the leader of the Bloodhand clan often had only one single name.

For example, his predecessor's name was "Snake", and he was pecked blind by "Eagle" and thrown into the subway, being eaten by Crunchers.

Later, the "Eagle" was torn off by the "Bear", his neck crushed, and he was hung on a street lamp and lit with oil.

By now his corpse had disappeared, and only the ugly head was used to cushion the brazier.

The law of the jungle is followed here, and the strong rule.

And he was undoubtedly the strongest.

At the same time the most vicious one!

The man kneeling under the stairs did not dare to look up. He only dared to respond in a low voice.

"We were delayed for a while when the peasants were preparing the tribute for you. When we set off again it was already the evening. There were mutants foraging near the city, and we were afraid of hurting the tribute those peasants prepared for you, so we took a detour from Linghu lake."

"We thought that that place was off the beaten path, but I didn't expect to find someone there as soon as we entered. My partner and I searched thoroughly, and finally found a hidden settlement in a forest."

"How many people were there?" The leader asked.

"No more than thirty people!" The man said, his forehead flush against the floor tiles.

Hearing this number, a trace of contempt appeared in Bear's eyes. He didn't seem to be very interested.

Only thirty people.

Excluding the old and weak, the people that were capable of fighting might even be less than half of this number.

This kind of survivor's stronghold usually had nothing valuable.

In other words, they didn’t even have the qualifications to be peasants.

After waiting for a few more days, he would send some of his men over to that stronghold, slaughtering the weak and old, capturing both men and women. In winter, when the road was blocked due to heavy snow, he would be able to have some fun with those slaves

If his clan ran out of the meat to eat, his people could kill some of them for food.

"Where's the tribute?"

"It has been delivered to your room."

A smile finally appeared on Bear's impatient face.

That smile made people shudder, and even the flame in the basin flickered.

"Very well, you can leave now."

The man quickly asked. "Then the stronghold by the Linghu Lake..."

Xiong waved his hand impatiently. "Wait until I wake up tomorrow."

"Yes..."

The man nodded his head with a bitter smile, but he didn't dare to complain.

When you wake up... I'm afraid it will be tomorrow at this time.

...

Early morning.

On the street not far from Bett Street, Liszt, who ordered the caravan to stop and wait, glanced at the watch on his left hand.

This was a gadget he bought recently.

Through the transparent case, he could see multiple gold and silver hands, as well as gears rotating at a constant speed under the hands.

Not only time, this watch also integrated a series of functions such as compass, speedometer, Geiger counter… Although most of the people who could afford this "luxury" would not use them.

Liszt couldn't help but think that maybe it wouldn't take long for him to get a ticket to the upper class of Boulder City.

He has long been tired of the business of trading, especially since the activities of marauders, mutant humans, and mutants had become more frequent in recent years, causing him to spend more money on bodyguards and insurance.

Coupled with dealing with these country folks.

Maybe I should learn from the people in the inner city; hand over the business to the lower class, and use the free time to improve my own life.

What do they call it...

Yes!

Leap of class!

"Was there no one teaching these ignorant people the concept of punctuality?"

Two minutes have passed since the agreed time.

But that person didn't show up with what he needed.

Liszt couldn't help thinking in his heart that maybe the man was dead, after all, mutant leeches were not something that could be dealt with easily.

At this time, a figure appeared on the corner of the street.

"Chu Guang asked me to come. He said he had an agreement with you to sell some blue mushrooms to you."

Yu Hu walked out from the corner of the street and showed his hands, indicating that he did not bring a weapon, and he was not hostile.

Chu Guang had asked him before that if he saw "Mr. Liszt's caravan" appearing on Bett Street, he would need to tell him this and then take him to Linghu Wetland Park.

If the other party refuses, then forget it.

Liszt's eyes narrowed.

"Where is he?"

"He can't come here," Yu Hu shook his head. "He has left Bett Street and now lives with his companions."

It took Liszt about three seconds to weigh the risk and reward involved.

Twenty kilograms of Blue Umbrella Mushroom was already worth his risk.

"Lead the way."

Yu Hu nodded cautiously.

"Please follow me."