Are The Villain Bosses Strong?

After Yang Linger fell asleep, Ji Feng smoked silently by the bedroom window while looking at the darkness outside.

Now that he had teeth, he still needed an identity and a person.

He had to wait for the identity, but he could look for the person first.

Let's go to the black street, where the disappearance of a person would not cause any waves.

After making up his mind, Ji Feng went to Yang Linger's bedroom and covered the quilt that she had kicked off, then he took Qianmian and went out to the black street quietly.

He had to do these things secretly, otherwise it would bring a lot of pressure to Yang Linger if she knew.

When he walked out of the community, Ji Feng also looked at Liang Hu, who was monitoring a lonely person on the tree.

The long-lost black street was full of the stench of freedom in the air.

Compared with the central area that had stopped early, the black street was starting its real night life at this time.

Once he stepped into the black street, a lone walker like Ji Feng was most likely to attract the attention of the gangsters standing at the corners of the street. These people were also the first barrier to step into the black street.

Ji Feng looked around and found a group of guys who looked at him most directly. When he knocked down all the gangsters in a few moves, all the greedy eyes on him disappeared.

This is the correct way to open the black street.

Ji Feng walked around on the street and didn't find the person he wanted to find. Finally, he grabbed a prostitute who just came out.

The prostitute wanted to curse at first, but after seeing the 100 yuan on Ji Feng's dagger, he smiled and said, "Brother, what's wrong?"

Ji Feng put the money into his cigarette box and asked, "Old prostitute?"

"Of course, I've lost one of my kidneys here." The prostitute patted his waist and said proudly.

"I want to find a girl, the kind who is 18 years old."

"I know." The client said with a lewd look on his face: "There is a secret door three streets from here, which is opened by a big brother in the black street. It is full of the kind you want. Turn left and turn two doors, there is a nightclub with all kinds of girls, but the consumption there is high..."

The client was still introducing Ji Feng non-stop, and it was obvious that this guy had lost money.

"I don't want that kind, I want the cheapest ones, the cheapest ones."

The client took a breath, with disgust in his eyes: "Brother, have you thought about it? I see that you are not short of money. Not only will you have a good experience, but it will also be safe."

"So where can I find them?" Ji Feng took out another hundred yuan.

After receiving the money, the client lost his enthusiasm just now, and decided that he and Ji Feng had different paths and would not work together.

"The bungalow outside the broken hill in the back street, as long as there are cloth strips outside the window, it's all."

Maybe the two hundred yuan touched the client's conscience, and he introduced the place to Ji Feng in detail.

"There are usually people who are undocumented and can't even pay rent in the black streets. You can get them for a little change. No one will care if you don't kill them. But most of the people there are sick, unless they are virgins."

After getting the exact information, Ji Feng went directly to the rag pile, which is the largest garbage dump in City X.

Even though the bungalow is still quite a distance away from the garbage dump, the sour smell is still strong.

A small half of the houses here are hung with cloth strips. Before Ji Feng walked in, a figure who had just returned from the garbage dump attracted Ji Feng's attention.

It was a woman, not tall, just like Yang Ling'er, only up to his chin, thin body, holding a woven bag in her hand and looking at Ji Feng vigilantly.

After approaching, she saw that Ji Feng's clothes were not bright and gorgeous, but they were also clothes that they couldn't afford here, so she let down her guard and asked.

"Are you here to play? We have thirty-one times here. If you need us to wash, you need to add ten more yuan, and you will not be responsible for the consequences."

"How old are you?" It was dark at night, and the girl was dirty, so Ji Feng really couldn't tell her age.

"Eighteen." The girl replied without any tone.

"Is there anyone else at home?"

"I'm the only one here. If you're looking for a mother and daughter, I can lead the way, but it'll cost you five bucks." The girl changed her hand and carried the woven bag, her tone somewhat impatient.

"Let's go to your house."

The girl walked in front with the woven bag, and Ji Feng followed behind her.

Along the way, Ji Feng could often hear whispers from other bungalows.

Some people cursed life for being a mess, some cursed the girl after seeing her taking people back, and some opened the window to blatantly snatch customers.

The girl seemed to be deaf to everything and walked quietly in front.

A shabby one-room bungalow was the girl's residence here. In the house, there was a bed, a stool, a wooden barrel, and a full woven bag that the girl picked up from the garbage dump.

The girl led Ji Feng into the house, closed the door, and lit a half-burnt candle.

"If you need me to wash, wait a while."

Ji Feng looked around and saw that there was indeed no one else, so he pulled over the stool and sat down, took out a hundred from his pocket and put it on the girl's bed.

"Let's talk first."

For a moment, the girl was not as calm as before, but became reserved. It was her bed but she was hesitant whether to sit down.

Because she was sure that Ji Feng was not here to play. Those who could come here to play were all poor and perverted. When they met, they would only think about how to bargain and get to the point.

There had never been such a person who came with other purposes before, and the girl really didn't know how to deal with it.

Ji Feng did not comfort her and began to interrogate: "Are you an illegal resident or something?"

"Illegal resident."

"What's the situation with your family?"

The girl's voice was a little hoarse: "They all died in the black street, and I escaped here alone."

The room fell into silence, and the burning candle on the bedside illuminated half of Ji Feng's face, but it was this half of the face that made the girl more and more flustered.

She didn't want Ji Feng to ask any more questions, so she started to take off her clothes directly, intending to pull the plot to the things she was most familiar with.

"What do you want most?"

The girl's hand that was unbuttoning her clothes suddenly stopped: "What?"

"I mean, what do you want most or what do you want to do most?" Ji Feng turned his back to the candle completely, and he was uncomfortable talking to the girl with his head turned.

The girl finally put down her hand, hesitated for a moment and asked: "Can I know why you ask me these questions?"

"I want to buy your life, so I have to offer you a bargaining chip that will make you excited."

The voice of Ji Feng was like the cold wind blowing into the room, taking away all the warmth from the girl.

After a long time, perhaps the burning candle brought some warmth, and finally softened her stiff body.

She looked down at her scarred hands and her dirty body that was no longer clean.

"But I still want to live."

Ji Feng did not force her to brainwash, but just sighed and slowly stated: "Sorry, I'm not a good person."

As long as Yang Ling'er stood on this track, no matter how many people stood on the other track, as long as he had the ability, he would control the tram to hit the other track.

This was his choice, whether it was good or evil was no longer important.

The girl slumped on the bed powerlessly, and the black street rules that had been engraved in her body made her know that she could not change the ending.

Ji Feng did not urge her, and sat quietly on the stool.

The candle burned shorter and shorter, leaving only a weak flame that could be extinguished at any time.