Lu Xin listened and calmly glanced at Gecko. Gecko's expression turned solemn, and he hurriedly composed himself again.
"It's not as simple as just looking at the distance."
He explained honestly, "Whether it's the black market or the wanderers' gathering place, those people both respect and hate us from High Wall City. They respect us because, to some extent, they all depend on High Wall City to survive. A lot of food, daily necessities, and even alcoholic beverages come from our city. And when it comes to armaments, they're far inferior to us."
"But the reason they hate us lies in an inherent conflict of interests—or perhaps simply because they can't stand us. After all, in recent years, many of the people they gathered have been drawn away by High Wall City. Because of High Wall City's orders, they're restricted in whatever they do, whether robbing people or otherwise. They've probably been holding in a bellyful of anger for a long time."
"On the surface, they usually obey High Wall City's orders and cooperate with our work. But in certain situations, it's quite common for people or convoys from High Wall City to appear in these places and be quietly killed by them..."
"..."
As he spoke, Gecko lightly tapped the map and said, "There are only two of us, and we've got quite a lot of stuff in the car."
"In their eyes, we're probably the perfect fat sheep..."
"..."
Lu Xin nodded and said, "Then if we go in, won't it be very dangerous?"
Gecko glanced at Lu Xin and muttered, "You sound a little worried, but looking at you, you don't seem worried at all..."
After a long sigh, he smiled and said, "Don't worry. The words 'Qinggang' still carry some weight."
As he spoke, he got