Love and passion, cutting up the wasteland

Leave it alone?

Lu Meng looked back at Lu Yong who was still busy.

He could have walked away by himself, but now that Lu Yong was left behind, it was unclear whether anyone else knew about this woman named Luo Rong when she contacted him.

If Luo Rong's body is discovered, Lu Yong may be implicated. Following his line may expose yourself...

Lu Yong was scooping up flour happily when he suddenly felt a chill on his back.

He turned around quickly and saw Lu Meng heading towards him.

Although the pressed hat brim blocked most of the murderous man's face, Lu Yong still felt that there was a line of sight piercing directly into him, stinging like a real thing.

The smile on Lu Yong's face froze again.

"Come here first." Lu Meng waved his hand, "Tell me about her."

…

"Uh-huh."

After some explanation, Lu Meng basically understood the situation.

This Luo Rong must indeed be one of the thugs sent by He Falcon.

According to Lu Yong, it was actually Luo Rong who took the initiative to find him.

Lu Meng guessed that this was related to the fact that "Lu Yong" had the same surname as his own.

It's just that among the hundreds of thousands of refugees at the hub, there are many who have the same name. Adding in pseudonyms and pseudonyms, the mere fact that the last name is the same does not make Luo Rong embarrass Lu Yong.

It sounds like this Luo Rong didn't care about catching him. Instead, with Lu Yong's help, she accidentally ran into him, the real owner, and lost her life.

During the communication with Lu Yong, Luo Rong not only showed force, but also hinted several times that she was working for a certain city manager, and also presented evidence. It was only through this combination of soft and hard tactics that Lu Yong took charge.

Although Lu Yongyong didn't know which city manager was instigating Luo Rong, Lu Meng knew clearly as soon as he heard that it was definitely He Falcon.

"It's really haunting."

Although every tentacle that He Falcon had climbed up to so far had been severed and no substantial damage had been caused to Lu Meng, this did not mean that He Falcon would stop there.

Lu Meng did not intend to remain so passive. Sooner or later, he would chop back the tentacles in the direction they came from.

"However, a city manager is protected by at least one warrior, and there are usually three to five warriors who directly take orders from him.

"Not to mention that one area of ​​Fang City has several streets under its jurisdiction. Each street has gangs, and each gang has at least one warrior as its leader.

"Although the various districts in Fang City have conflicts with each other, they are essentially connected with each other. Once they encounter anyone who challenges their order, they will unite and suppress them..."

Lu Meng, who was already a warrior, was able to stay outside the order established by Fangshi by virtue of his own strength, but that did not mean he was qualified to challenge the order itself.

Unless you can become stronger.

——[Actual Combat] A level 40 "martial arts master" is like the old Tangtou in the black market.

But Old Tangtou is not young after all. Although he was once a martial artist, his current strength should be around level 40.

Even so, the city is able to tolerate him opening up and occupying the black market, a lawless place, which shows the influence of the martial artist.

For supervisors, even if they are not in awe of martial artists, they must still be wary of their strength.

"Can you carry this bag of flour?" Lu Meng asked Lu Yong.

"Okay, okay." Lu Yong suppressed his face, "I'm okay."

Originally, a barrel of flour probably weighed seventy or eighty kilograms. Lu Meng could carry two bags and move around freely, but Lu Yong, an ordinary person, would have a hard time carrying one bag.

"Forget it, put it down first." Lu Meng patted him, "It's not time to leave yet."

Lu Yong took a breath and immediately lost his energy. He sat on the ground with his back on the flour and gasped:

"Hey, hey... Compared with Boss Lu's natural supernatural power, what else can we do?"

He saw Lu Meng picking up the body.

"You can't just throw it away and ignore it."

Lu Yong looked at him.

Walk towards the bedroom.

"Boss Lu..." Lu Yong had just finished speaking half of his words before he forced himself to swallow them.

Isn't it?

He instantly remembered the legend that his intolerant neighbor had told him late one night when he couldn't sleep.

It is said that some warriors were originally from humble backgrounds and had been suppressed for too long. Once they became powerful, their needs in that area became strong, and ordinary stimulation could not satisfy them...

"Isn't this good?" He quickly stood up and tried to stop him:

"It's all cold..."

It wasn't that Lu Yong had any taboos, but he thought that if he caught Boss Lu doing this, would he still have a way to survive?

Lu Meng gave him a strange look: "I'm doing this for my own good."

"ah?"

Lu Yong was stunned, and in a blink of an eye he saw Boss Lu peeling off Luo Rong's clothes.

Die, die, die...

Could it be that Boss Lu is still the type who likes to be looked at?

This time he will definitely be silenced!

Fortunately, Lu Meng only took off a layer of clothing on the body and stopped, then covered it with a quilt.

After taking a look, he said, "It feels like a concubine."

He grabbed a handful of flour from the bag beside him and kept throwing it into the air.

Lu Yong's heart also calmed down: "What kind of ceremony is this?"

Is it the folk custom of Boss Lu’s hometown or the religion he believes in?

Lu Meng did not explain, but continued to tell Lu Yong:

"Then you are responsible for calling for firefighting..."

…

The night was already very late, Wu Ya and his wife were lying on the hard bed, already asleep.

Bang bang bang!

Suddenly there was a rapid knock on the door outside the house, waking up Wu Ya and his wife.

"Help, help!"

Wu Ya frowned and stood up, but did not open the door, but directly took out the waist knife under the bed board.

He held down his sleepy wife and told her to be silent.

"It's on fire, the Xing family is on fire!" A man shouted outside the door.

Xing family?

Wu Ya was stunned, what does this have to do with me.

The Xing family's house is in the "high-end" area of ​​Wanyan Street, and there are no neighbors around it - no one can afford it.

It's even further away from my home.

"Go to sleep, it has nothing to do with us."

He patted his thin wife and tried to pretend she wasn't awake.

Seeing no movement, the man continued to shout outside the door: "The three Xing brothers are not at home, and there is a woman at home who is about to be burned to death!"

"Come and help!"

Wu Ya's heart moved.

The three brothers are not at home?

The Xing family is the richest family on this street apart from the gangs, and the wealth they exchange is not clean. Residents usually avoid them.

Think about it, I can only make a living by weaving a few baskets...

Wu Ya glanced at his wife's brown hair, and his own back was aching from years of bending down to work.

He tightened his waist knife with both hands and said, "It's done!"

The voice calling for help outside the door has gradually faded away, and it seems that they have gone to call other residents.

You have to seize the time, I am definitely not the only one who senses this opportunity.

He opened the door and looked in the direction of the Xing family. Sure enough, the fire was blazing into the sky.

"boom!"

Suddenly there was a loud noise, and one side of the wall of Xing's house suddenly collapsed, throwing out a few pieces of minced meat that looked like human tissue, which were burnt black.

The blast of air cleared that room of flames, opening the entrance to the fire.

It also woke up more people.

Making a decisive decision, Wu Ya rushed towards the Xing family.

…

When he heard the explosion, Lu Yong, who was calling for help from door to door, also stopped, with a panic look on his face.

The gang at the entrance of Wanyan Street had already been alerted and rushed towards the Xing family.

He avoided the running crowd and turned into a dark corner, where he saw Lu Meng carrying three large bags.

Lu Meng swung one of the bags and landed it in front of Lu Yong. The flour made a muffled sound as it fell to the ground.

"It shouldn't be difficult to carry it home during the chaos." Lu Meng said, "This way, even if you are found to have an extra bag of flour, it can be explained that you got it tonight during the chaos."

For other residents who took advantage of the situation, they may also be worried about the revenge of the three Xing brothers when they return, so they will not dare to take action for a long time until news of their death comes.

The fire and looting were enough to destroy all traces of Lu Meng's visit.

Seeing Boss Lu nodding, Lu Yong naturally didn't want to stay for a moment longer and sneaked home with a bag on his back.

Because it was too heavy, Lu Meng warned him that he could only come once. Lu Yong finally poured out a lot of flour and sprinkled it in the air like Lu Meng did.

It only requires a few grams of flour per cubic meter of air, and it can explode when exposed to an open flame in a confined space.

Lu Meng looked at the burning house in the distance. The orange-red firelight illuminated the street where he came from, and then pointed from the light to the night, as if there was a clear road.

He turned and walked away.

The cash and the most precious ingredients and wine in the house have been taken away by himself. The remaining miscellaneous equipment actually has some value, but it is just not suitable for Lu Meng to move.

But it can be considered a windfall for ordinary residents.

Lu Meng just left normally, but there were no other obstacles along the way.