I played the world alone

Chapter 131 Heavy Fog (Read More!)
"You...how do you know so much?" Anthony asked blankly.

Before that, he always thought that this guy was just an ignorant thief, totally worthless in any relationship.

But now it seemed that he was the idiot.

Harris put his hands behind his head and walked casually.

"You think you're smart and powerful, but you're actually just a brat. If you really want to wander the streets like me, you're afraid that you'll be sold out and you'll have to count money."

His words were full of contempt, which made Anthony blush instantly, but he couldn't refute.

In comparison, his social experience is indeed very shallow.

He looked at the powder in his hand, at a loss.

"Then...then what should we do?"

"How would I know what you should do, anyway, I have already decided." Harris snorted, with a contemptuous smile on his lips, "I don't believe in anyone, I only believe in my boss."

"Your boss?"

"Yes, after I showed the skills I learned to the boss yesterday, they expressed their interest and thought that if everyone in the gang could have this magical power, then we would be invincible forever!"

Harris chuckled: "Our boss should have taken someone to find that Rice by now."

"Wait... Rice's power is so terrifying, aren't you afraid?"

"What are you afraid of? No matter how powerful it is, is it powerful with a gun?" Harris put up his index finger and thumb, making a gun gesture, "Our boss has a gun! As long as you put the gun on his head, he will still obey us obediently."

"Do what you tell him to do. Kill him if he doesn't listen!"

Anthony couldn't help trembling slightly, he always had a bad premonition, as if something big would go wrong.

"No... that guy doesn't look like he's going to be threatened with a gun."

"No! I have to ask my sister to leave together!"

How could he care about Rice's order now, and immediately threw the remaining powder aside, and ran desperately towards the flower shop.

Harris was not in a hurry, turned a corner from a corner, and walked towards the familiar Mouse Street.

The streets here are narrow, and there are small alleys that only allow two people to pass through. There are hidden shops in hidden corners.

There may be dangerous items such as guns, prohibited drugs, and even people in cages.

There are mixed fish and dragons here, and there are all kinds of people. Ordinary rich people and gentlemen would never come to this kind of place.

Only thieves, vagrants or beggars like Harris hang out here, and they are as friendly as returning home.

It's still early in the morning, and there aren't too many people on the street.

Harris walked casually on the street, occasionally saying hello to the oncoming people and bumping their shoulders, looking very familiar.

"Don't forget to help you yesterday."

"Don't worry, you won't be missing when the money comes in."

"Have you taken on a big job recently?"

"It's okay, but I can't say too much, I can only say that it is very rich."

When he was about to walk towards the stronghold of his gang, he suddenly stopped and looked up strangely.

"Is the fog getting thicker?"

The morning fog did not dissipate as the sun rose, but became thicker and thicker.

Up to now, the line of sight has been seriously affected, and it is basically impossible to see things ten meters away.

And obviously, the fog is still getting thicker...

"This is also very common."

A man next to him also looked up at the sky, with his hips akimbo indifferently.

"Recently, as those damn factories continue to burn coal, the smog has increased recently. You may have to cover your nose with a cloth when you go out."

"Let's not go out casually, find a room to avoid..."

……

The mist spread over a large area, covering almost half of the city.

And all the covered areas began to fall into chaos.

"Damn it... why is it foggy again!"

An old man pushed open the door, looked at the thick fog, couldn't help picking up his hat, crumpled it up and threw it on the ground, cursing.

"It's all the damn factory owners' fault! I said long ago that they should blow down those damn chimneys, and sooner or later we'll all die here!"

Another young man who was standing at the door patting the dust off his clothes also sighed: "It's not easy to do business now, maybe we can consider asking for rain, hoping that it will rain so that this damn fog can subside for a few days..."

There were also several passing carriages that seemed to have lost their direction in the thick fog. They rammed randomly on the street and knocked over several wooden barrels on the street in succession, causing many people to curse and scream.

There are chickens and dogs jumping everywhere.

But even so, there are still many hard-working migrant workers on the street, who have to rush to work even in the face of heavy fog.

The only good thing is that cars are not common in this era, otherwise it is unimaginable how terrible car accidents would be caused by such a thick fog.

But to make matters worse, they noticed that some gangs seemed to take advantage of this time to take to the streets openly.

The police were busy maintaining order and catching thieves who took advantage of the chaos, so they naturally had no time to deal with them.

And their appearance made many people seem to have seen something terrible, and they were afraid to avoid it.

"Stay away..."

"Those damned guys came out anyway."

"These dirty rats should hide in the sewer and never come out!"

Regardless of men, women, young or old, they just want to leave around them at this moment.

But what was a little surprising was that this time they came out not to take advantage of the opportunity to do something bad, but to rush towards the outside of the city, sometimes looking around as they passed by, as if they were looking for someone.

"Who else is going to be unlucky?"

Passers-by were whispering.

Although these guys have done some bad things, but this gang still exists and is still thriving underground, we can already see some problems.

Basically no one is willing to provoke these guys. Sometimes even a few police chiefs just shake their heads after receiving the report, and they have no intention of in-depth investigation at all.

But soon, they found that those people had stopped in their footsteps, and their eyes were shining, as if they saw some valuable treasure.

Following their eyes, they really saw a black shiny boot and the sound of faint footsteps appearing in the mist on the other side of the street.

"Everyone... did you know that I was coming in advance, so you came here to welcome me?"

A figure squeezed through the mist and walked out slowly.

Although he couldn't see very clearly because of the fog, he could still see the man's blond fine hair and a neat black tuxedo.

From these details alone, it can be seen that this person should be an elegant gentleman who is easy to like.

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