wasteland ranch

Chapter 36 Being Targeted
"Yes, no money, but,"

Pang Dahai seemed a little embarrassed, but his eyes continued resolutely:
"You have to take us all away, not one less!"

Lin Guiyao paused, and turned his head to take a careful look at the slave trader named Lin Hai.

These old and young people have no ability to work at all. Unless they are sadly used to make two-legged sheep, it will be a burden at all, not to mention that they can't cut off a few taels of good meat if they are not too thin.

So Pang Dahai said that these slaves were given away for free without any money. He could also understand that he was eager to get rid of this burden and had to do it as a last resort.

However, it is a bit worth pondering if you can't miss one of them.

The few children inside are obviously worth some money to some people with unique hobbies.

This point, for slave traders who are addicted to money, it is impossible not to know.

"why me?"

Lin Guiyao looked at the slaves who seemed to feel a glimmer of hope and stood up one after another, and slowly exposed his pistol from his waist intentionally or unintentionally.

"If your answer satisfies me, I may agree."

Pang Dahai gave a wry smile, and pointed at Hu Xiaoer, who had been hiding behind Lin Guiyao, with his finger, not paying any attention to a certain dragon shaking his chest muscles.

"because of her."

"What do you mean?"

"Little brother, you rarely go out, right?"

Pang Dahai did not answer directly, but asked a question.

Lin Guiyao froze for a moment, then nodded.

"That's it, and only an inexperienced young man like you would bring such a juicy little girl into the market. Hey, don't rush to pick it up, I have no malicious intentions."

Pang Dahai wiped the cold sweat off his brow, and signaled Lin Guiyao to put the pistol away.

"You guys are already being watched!"

Being targeted?
Lin Guiyao was taken aback, and turned his head to look outside the tent, and sure enough, he saw a wretched man who seemed to be poking his head outside.

"Who are they, how many are there, and for what purpose?"

They had just left the Underworld, and someone was staring at them. Lin Guiyao had to be anxious. There were only three of them, and they were in someone else's camp. Once a conflict broke out, the consequences would be disastrous.

"Don't worry little brother, they won't do anything in the camp, just listen to me slowly."

Pang Dahai seemed to be tired from standing, so he sat down on the ground, but he threw a small stool to Lin Guiyao, and then explained to Lin Guiyao in a nutshell.

It turned out that the people who were watching outside were not from the camp. Although the boss of the camp was miserable, he was still very concerned about his reputation.

Just imagine if the safety of the guests in his camp is not guaranteed, who will pass by him in the future and bring endless profits?

Those who were eyeing Lin Guiyao were actually a group of low-level refugees, or it would be more appropriate to say armed refugees.

Their leader is called Guotiao, who was originally a small village head, but the village has already been destroyed by looters.

When the women in his village were taken captive and most of the men were killed, he was the only one who fled to this camp with a few strong men early on.

Relying on their strength, bravery, and five or six strong subordinates, they gained a notorious reputation in the camp, and usually make a living by doing some shady activities, such as cheating and kidnapping, and going out to kill single people Pedestrians wait.

The manager of the camp turned a blind eye to this. As long as they don't use knives and guns in his camp, the protection fee that should be paid is sufficient, and they can do whatever they like.

Being able to guarantee safety is already their limit, and trying to restrain this group of lawless people from engaging in petty tricks is simply as difficult as heaven.

Be lied to?

Then it's no wonder they camped out, and they had to ridicule them.

Since he could get a good "mediation fee" from time to time, most of the guards in the camp were friends with him as brothers, and they were hooligans.

"There are only five or six people, what are you afraid of!" Chen Elong pouted.

Lin Guiyao waved his hand: "Do they have guns?"

"Not really, but you are only two men, you are no match for them to surround you, especially that potsticker, a big iron pot smashed the heads of countless people!"

Pang Dahai shrank his neck, frowned and looked at Lin Guiyao's thin arms.

"As for the purpose, they must have taken a fancy to you who are weak and weak, and this clean and juicy little girl can be sold for a lot of money."

Lin Guiyao nodded, took off his robe and put it on Hu Xiaoer's body. However, because the robe was very large, Hu Xiaoer felt a little uncomfortable, but he did not resist, but grabbed the robe tightly. Wrap yourself up.

"Let's not mention this for now. You haven't said why you want to help us. I don't believe you didn't see that we are also poor and useless."

nonsense!Cars are used as tolls, and you look so dusty and have no powerful weapons except a pistol and a rusty machete. Who can't tell?

Pang Dahai complained in his heart, but he was calm on the surface.

"I have a predestined relationship with my little brother..."

"speak English!"

Fat Dahai: "..."

"Ahem, that...this, alas! This is what happened..."

Pang Dahai is indeed a businessman, but he is not a true slave trader, he is just an ordinary traveling businessman who travels around to buy low and sell high.

God knows why he suddenly showed kindness that day, and picked up the group of exiled old and young on the way to the business. He planned to sell it to someone who took advantage of him, earn a little money, and give the group of people a way to survive.

Unfortunately, this is where his nightmare began.

A group of strange guys attacked his caravan, killed all his guards, and robbed all his property, leaving only the group of slaves they looked down upon, and his This little life.

In the words of the scarred man in the lead, this is called thieves' ethics. They value sustainable development. They want to keep him alive and let him do business well, and then kill him next time when he is fattened up.

Then you fucking leave me some money!
Desperate Pang Dahai led the group of people through hardships and fled to this camp, using the coffin he stuffed in his underwear to pay the camp entry fee.

I thought I could get rid of these young and old immediately, and then leave this sad fat sea, but found that I underestimated the IQ of those who dared to come to Minghai to seek gold.

He couldn't sell a single slave. On the contrary, the overnight protection fee he had to pay every day made his last banknote go away from him.

Today, if he can't pay the overnight fee again, the camp will drive people away.

And if they were kicked out without any supplies, they would either die or shit!
At this moment, he saw Lin Guiyao and his party.

His idea is very simple. How bad can a person be if he can lead a cute little girl with a pure smile?It's like he couldn't bear to leave the burden alone and leave alone.

"So, even if you are saving us, you are also saving you?"

Lin Guiyao stood up and put the pistol back into his waist. Only then did he realize that what Pang Dahai said was indispensable, and it turned out that he included himself.

"Yes, yes, as long as we are united, they should weigh the potstickers."

Fat Dahai pulled his face, completely ignoring the people behind him,
Not a single one can hit.

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(End of this chapter)