"You two, this is where I told you those stowaways finally arrived."
Bertrand lowered his voice, trembling as he pointed at the Abandoned Factory not far away, devoured by rust.
His words were full of ingratiating flattery toward Chen Kong and Vivian.
And Bertrand could hardly be blamed for being so humble right now.
After all, as the unlucky man being hunted by both the Grey Rat Gang and the Gear Church,
Bertrand knew better than anyone that, at this point, only by tightly hugging the thighs of these two before him
could he possibly find his one and only path to survival.
So what if he lost a little face compared to losing his life?
In Rust Iron Hell, face was the cheapest thing there was.
Hearing this, Vivian immediately drew the 'Seconds Hand Rapier' hanging at her waist.
Her short brown hair swayed in the cold wind brought by the acid rain.
A clear fighting spirit shone in her pale golden eyes.
Obviously, she was preparing to charge straight into this District 5 stronghold of the Grey Rat Gang.
But before she could take two steps,
Chen Kong suddenly called out to stop her.
"Wait."
Vivian halted in confusion and looked at Chen Kong.
Chen Kong explained, "If you go straight in like that, given how the Grey Rat Gang scatters and flees at the first rustle of grass,"
"not only will you fail to find what you're looking for, you might also alert the snake in the grass and make those people impossible to find again."
Vivian thought it over and found that Chen Kong made sense.
So she asked, "Then what do you think I should do?"
"Give me your hand."
"?"
Seeing Vivian's face full of question marks,
Chen Kong did not explain much. He