The smiling tiger was frightened. The Du Feng in front of him was no longer the image he thought he had a few days ago. Now he was as irritable as a mad lion, ready to spread his claws and kill people at any time.

"Go take a bath, I'll wait for you here!" Du Feng used a short knife to cut the rope that tied the smiling tiger, lit a cigarette and sat on the sofa on one side.

The smiling tiger was stiff and in unbearable pain, but he did not dare to say a word and walked obediently to the bathroom.

The bathroom is fully enclosed, so Du Feng doesn't have to worry about his restless thoughts. Besides, this is the eleventh floor. Who else has the ability to escape except a spider with many legs?

Thirty minutes later, the Smiling Tiger cleaned himself up. Needless to say, Du Feng found the cleaning tools himself and quickly removed the filth.

After he finished everything, Du Feng got up from the sofa: "Let's go!"

The two took the elevator back to the first floor, and Du Feng paid the amount. It seemed that he would never live in this place again.

Seeing the bright sun shining brightly and the busy traffic, the Smiling Tiger was as happy as a child. Being free again was like taking a trip into the well of reincarnation.

"No matter what, you can't escape from my grasp. If you don't believe it, just try! But I'll tell you the truth first, and I have no eyesight. If your life is at risk, don't blame me for being ruthless." Du Feng said again.

He received a reassurance that made him give up all thoughts of escaping.

"No! If you have any questions, just ask me. No matter where I go, I will do my best to cooperate." The smiling face was full of wrinkles.

"I know there is a place in Tanaka Junyigo that specifically controls disabled people. I hope you can take me there." Du Feng's request was beyond his imagination.

"A place where disabled people are detained? Is there anything good to go there? People often die. That ghost place is smoky. Don't get infected." The smiling tiger was shocked when he heard this and hurriedly tried to persuade him.

"Stop talking nonsense! Lead the way!" Du Feng couldn't control that much. He was in a very bad mood today, so bad that it was ridiculous.

Smiling Tiger did not dare to disobey, so he stopped a taxi on the side of the road, and the two of them got into the back seat at the same time.

The taxi slowly drove to a relatively remote location in Yokohama. This place was not deserted, but rather densely populated beyond imagination.

Through the car window, there are people coming and going all around. There are guys of all skin colors, both men and women. Coupled with the dilapidated streets, the overall impression is extremely bad.

The driver seemed worried and stopped at the intersection and was unwilling to continue in.

"I'll give you more money! Just go in! (Japanese)" the smiling tiger scolded angrily.

The driver gritted his teeth, turned his face and explained: "It's not a matter of money. This place is a notoriously crowded street. Everyone is there. I don't have the guts to go in. (Japanese)"

The houses in this area of ​​several hectares are dilapidated, and it seems that they have not been renovated for many years. The people gathered here come from all over the world, and they are all the lowest-level workers.

Without culture and self-cultivation, these people are as barbaric as primitive people. Outsiders will be hated by them, and murders occur from time to time.

This ghost place is like a slum in various European countries. Du Feng looked at it for a while and shook his head. He never expected that such a place existed in Yokohama. In the eyes of outsiders, Yokohama is extremely beautiful, but in fact, the flaws still exist, and

It's very hidden.

"The driver doesn't want to go in, do you think?" Smiling Tiger had to ask Du Feng for his opinion.

Du Feng nodded: "Pay! Get off!"

The appearance of the two people attracted a crowd of onlookers. Black-skinned Africans and dark-skinned Southeast Asians accounted for most of the people here. There was not a single white person among them, but there were yellow people.

"These people are mainly responsible for the construction of various places in Yokohama. To us, they are barbarians and naturally cannot have contact with our residents. His Majesty the Emperor gave them this old city by order." Smiling Tiger introduced cautiously.

Du Feng's eyes wandered among the many angry or confused eyes. These people had suffered so much in the world and seemed to have long been disappointed with the world.

Smiling Tiger used to travel here by car, but this was his first time on foot.

Countless looks filled with resentment were dissatisfaction with these people whose clean and tidy clothes were incompatible with them.

"Go, go, go! Don't block my way!" The smiling tiger pointed with his finger. The looks in those people's eyes made him very dissatisfied, and of course he was a little panicked.

In the past, when he came, there was always a convoy following him. The brothers in the car set up their guns, and no one dared to approach.

But this time it was different. He had nothing but two small fists on his body, and he had no other choice but to use curses to disperse.

His angry rebuke did not have the desired effect, but instead attracted more people.

A group of black men slowly walked over from a distance. They were all strong and strong, wearing clothes of various colors. A quick glance showed that they were not ordinary laborers.

"They are the local bullies of this place, in charge of the people who come and go in the street. Now we are empty-handed, I am afraid we will not be able to scare them." Smiling Tiger said in panic.

Du Feng showed no intention of stopping, and the Smiling Tiger could only follow closely.

Soon the people on the opposite side blocked the way for the two of them. There were about thirteen or four sturdy men with dark skin and strong muscles trained by hard labor, and they were shining with faint light.

Du Feng stopped and stared intently at the big black men in front of him. He was unable to communicate with them and had no intention of communicating with them.

A big black man said something in the room, and it sounded like he was telling them to leave quickly.

"Tell him I don't want to leave." Du Feng lowered his head and said to Smiling Tiger.

Smiling Tiger translated it truthfully and added his own identity by the way. He is Tanaka Junyigo's nephew. Who dares not to give him face?

Unexpectedly, not only did those big black men not give way, but they all burst into laughter with their big mouths open, their laughter was sharp and mixed with sarcasm.

The big black man who just spoke stretched out his palm towards the smiling tiger and made several gestures with his other hand.

"They want my pass, and that thing has been taken by yours a long time ago... Anyway, it's not on me now." Smiling Tiger explained helplessly to Du Feng with a bitter look on his face.

Du Feng had already said that he was not allowed to be mentioned again. Smiling Tiger kept it in mind and almost said it out loud. Fortunately, he was a gold medal host, so it was easy for him to hide his words as soon as they reached his lips.

"Tell him we don't have it!" Du Feng snorted.

"Without a pass, and we don't have the license plate number of the Tanaka family, they won't let us go." The smiling tiger was miserable. Most of these people took advantage of Tanaka Junyigo, not only to serve the chaotic streets, but also to

To serve the disabled gathering point set up here by Junichi Tanaka.

Without a pass, and without the license plate verification that they drove here, they would not let them go anyway. If the delay was longer, who knows if these dark-skinned strong men would use violence against them.

"I will tell you my second request now, which is that you have no right to refute my words. Just translate whatever I say." Du Feng snorted again and said lightly.

The dozen or so strong black men in front saw that they were unmoved by the pressure they exerted, and at the same time they picked up their pace and approached.

There were more than a dozen people, as black as an iron tower, with strong arm muscles as thick as the Smiling Tiger's thighs, which made the Smiling Tiger tremble all over.

"Tell them to get away from me!" Du Feng shouted angrily.

The Smiling Tiger looked up at him and saw that he was not joking, so he bit the bullet and translated it angrily.

The black people were immediately happy. They had an impression of the Smiling Tiger. He used to come here and take away one or two disabled people, throw them into the streets and alleys to beg, and then send them back in the evening.

"You don't have a pass. We can't believe your identity. You'd better get that thing right away. You'd better leave immediately, otherwise don't blame us for being rude. (English)" The guy who has been talking should be the leader of this black team.

, he is more majestic than the others, and is slightly shorter than the others, but his body bones seem to grow horizontally, and he is as strong as a bull.

His face was full of anger and aura.

Du Feng took out a gun from his pocket, loaded the pistol with ammunition, and fired a shot into the sky without hesitation.

With a "bang" sound, the bullet hit the long-abandoned metal frame of the billboard overhead, making a harsh "click-click" sound.

The sound of gunfire frightened the approaching black team. They were not equipped with guns, otherwise they would not be able to imagine the consequences.

Generally speaking, this place is not too dark. Compared with the slums in various European countries, it is only similar in appearance, but there is no comparison at all in other aspects.

There is no drug trafficking among these workers, let alone gun trading. They have no source of goods and no buyers.

Such a strong group of people were forcibly controlled by Tanaka Junichigo's guns and ammunition. In front of the guns, even if they were as strong as a cow, they were nothing but ghosts.

Du Feng likes to seize other people's weaknesses. This is the most effective and quick way.

"Tell these people that their families are in China and are looking forward to their return. If you want to go home and reunite with your family, then step aside. I was just warning. If anyone persists in their obsession, don't blame me for shooting and killing people! I will come.

The purpose of this is not to make trouble with any of them, it has nothing to do with them." Du Feng pushed the magazine and reloaded the ammunition.

Smiling Tiger's translation was accurate word for word. When he finished speaking, he saw that the cold expressions on the faces of those strong black men had changed a lot in an instant.

They stepped aside and only made eye contact, and their actions were very unified.

Du Feng put away his gun and slapped the dumbfounded Smiling Tiger: "Let's go!"

The two of them walked far away, and the smiling tiger said with confusion: "These people are usually not afraid of anything. How come they were frightened today with a gun and a few threats?"

"What they are afraid of is not guns! It's human feelings! If they don't have worries about their future, why should they be afraid of death? They come all the way here to make a living and earn a little money to support their families. It is necessary to miss the whole family, and no one wants to do anything wrong.
Chapter completed!