They're Back??

Just as I was getting impatient, I suddenly heard a faint sound of footsteps coming from outside the gate.

Tread.

Tread.

The sound of cloth shoes crunching through the mud wasn't loud, but it was exceptionally clear amidst the cacophony of shouts and curses.

The man with the boil subconsciously looked up.

Two people walked towards the road outside the barbed wire fence.

Ahead stood a thin young man, dressed in an ordinary coarse cloth long gown and cloth shoes, with a rusty short knife with a broken tip hanging loosely at his waist.

Behind him followed a little girl wearing a large animal skin cloak, her head down, tugging at the boy's sleeve as she walked step by step.

Her face was not concealed.

There was no sneaky dodging.

The two of them walked straight toward the iron gate at the entrance to the Black Street, braving the cold morning mist.

The refugees queuing around instinctively made way, their gazes falling on the boy's face, their expressions gradually shifting from numbness to horror.

"That... that is..."

"That short-lived bastard from the Chen family in Black Street? And his sister too?"

"Weren't they chased out of the city last night by Vice Leader Bao Gu's men? How could they possibly have made it back?!"

Whispers swept through the crowd like a cold wind.

Hearing the surrounding chatter, Chen Xi tightened her grip on Chen Fan's sleeve, her face turning deathly pale.

Chen Fan grabbed his sister's wrist with his other hand and gently pressed his thumb against her palm.

A gentle, calming force passed over her, instantly soothing the girl's racing heartbeat.

"Don't panic, let's go buy breakfast."

Chen Fan spoke calmly.

The gang leader, a complete idiot, stood frozen in place.

He rubbed his eyes hard, almost wondering if he was hallucinating from being half-asleep.

Did the two wanted criminals actually walk back alive?

Where is the deputy leader of the Bao Gu?

What about those six heavy artillery pieces?

"Stop... stop!"

The gang leader suddenly raised his submachine gun, pointed the muzzle at Chen Fan's forehead, and roared fiercely.

"Where is the deputy leader of the Bao Gu?!"

Chen Fan didn't stop walking, nor did he even lift his eyelids; he walked straight past him.

Call.

A gentle breeze blows.

The scumbag leader felt a blur before his eyes, and the barrel of his gun was somehow pulled off course by half an inch by an invisible force. His index finger, which was on the trigger, became so stiff that he couldn't press it down.

Only after the two figures crossed the barbed wire gate did cold sweat break out on his back, soaking his clothes.

"Quickly! Notify headquarters!"

The shrewish gang leader frantically pulled out his communicator and screamed at the top of his lungs, "The target's back! Those two rats have entered the city!"

The main Black Street is uneven, with potholes on its Bluestone Slabs.

There was a breakfast stall by the roadside with a tarpaulin canopy, and steam was rising from two large iron pots.

The owner was a withered old man with a missing leg, who was using iron tongs to turn over the oily, mutated meat patties.

Chen Fan led Chen Xi to sit down at the old wooden table.

Two bowls of soy milk and four meat patties.

Chen Fan remained calm, casually pulling two metal coins from his sleeve and slapping them onto the greasy table.

The coin is matte silver-white, with the shield Emblem of the Base City Defense Forces printed in the center.

These are coins made from a radiation-free Old Age Alloy, with strong purchasing power. He casually found them in the hidden pocket of the tactical vest of the Bao Gu corpse.

The disabled shop owner glanced at the coin, his pupils contracted slightly, and his hand trembled, almost dropping the meat pie he was holding into the charcoal ash.

The diners near the breakfast stall fell silent instantly.

A dozen or so cold, malevolent gazes peered out from the alleyways and dark attic windows, fixed intently on the boy and girl at the table.

Less than five minutes.

The previously chaotic footsteps on the Black Street completely disappeared.

The peddler quietly packed up his wares, the prostitute leaning against the door to solicit customers retreated behind the door panel, and even the homeless beggars along the street scrambled into the sewers.

The only sound on the entire street was the hissing of steam from the steamer.

The net is being tightened.

The heart of the Black Street, the Blood Wolf Lair.

This is a sturdy fortress converted from an abandoned chemical plant from the old days. The two-meter-thick concrete walls are covered with barbed wire and electric fences, and the low barking of patrol dogs rises and falls.

Conference Hall, the air was so heavy it was suffocating.

On a large chair covered with a complete Second Tier snow-spotted leopard skin sat a middle-aged man with a burly, bear-like build.

He wore a black tactical vest, his muscles bulging, and a One-Eye gray wolf dripping blood was tattooed on his chest.

Even more horrifying was his right arm.

The area below the forearm was completely replaced by Mechanical Prosthesis, with intricate gears and hydraulic rods exposed at the junction of skin and flesh, gleaming with a cold, oily sheen.

Iron Wolf Gang, leader of the Iron Wolf Gang.

Late Second Tier power Esper, he was undoubtedly the local tyrant of the entire Black Street.

At this moment, Iron Wolf was toying with a brass bullet casing in his hand, his sinister face so dark it was almost dripping with water.

Still no message?

Iron Wolf spoke, his voice hoarse, like sandpaper rubbing against pig iron.

On either side of the long table stood four powerful figures with their hands at their sides; they were all Second Tier leaders of the Iron Wolf Gang.

No one dared to answer.

Bao Gu took away nearly a third of the gang's mobile firepower. They should have been able to chew up even the bones in half an hour dealing with two helpless orphans.

But now it's dawn, and there's still no word on the six vehicles.

Even if there were Peak Second Tier Anomalous Beast deep in the Wasteland, with six heavy machine guns firing simultaneously, it would be impossible for it not to be able to send out a distress signal!

"Boss, could it be...?"

A One-Eye leader stepped forward, his voice hushed, "Those bastards from the Patrol Battalion secretly intercepted us? They've been investigating illegal drugs lately..."

The spent cartridge in Iron Wolf's hand was suddenly crushed into a thin sheet.

A violent red light flashed in his eyes.

Chen Xi's awakened Water-Type Superpower was thought by others to be merely the purification of sewage, but he had used his connections to see the preliminary data through an old-fashioned testing device on the underground black market.

That's Superpower that can cleanse Genes toxins!

As long as he can control that girl and extract her blood to make Genes stabilizers, he can break through the bottleneck of the Initial Third Tier, and even exchange her blood for a real noble seat in the inner city council!

Absolutely no mistakes are allowed!

Just then, the heavy metal door was violently kicked open.

A sentry tumbled in, his helmet askew and his face ashen.

"The leader! He's... he's back!"

Iron Wolf abruptly stood up, his massive body bringing with it a fierce gust of wind. "Bao Gu brought people back?"

No... no!

The sentry swallowed hard, his voice trembling like a leaf:

"It's those two little brats! They... they walked back by themselves!"

"The deputy leader of the Bao Gu's is nowhere to be seen! That kid is having breakfast with his sister at the old cripple's stall at the street corner!"

The hall fell into a deathly silence.

You could hear a pin drop.

The four Second Tier leaders looked at each other, their faces showing disbelief.

"You walked back by yourself?"

Iron Wolf narrowed his eyes, his muscles slowly tensing, and a piercing gear-grinding sound emanated from inside his Mechanical Prosthesis.

The Bao Gu didn't return, but the prey swaggered back to its front door?