Assassination
Clichéd as it was, a luxury car was still a luxury car. Paradise might not compare to the Underground City, where even a beat-up Jinbei counted as scarce supplies, but relics from before the apocalypse like these were still rare.
At the very least, the onlookers watching from the sidelines were full of envy.
However, with police and soldiers forming an isolation barrier, everyone could only watch from afar, not daring to cross that line.
After all, this place was different from reality. People could truly kill without restraint here.
At this point, Luo Liangde started acting like an old hand again, tugging Zhou You over as he said, "The convoy at the front belongs to the Zhang Family. They control all the city's external tax revenue. They used to be the strongest of the Four Great Families, but ever since the Lord handed taxation over to the troupe, they've declined rapidly. By now, they're practically on the verge of being struck off the list."
Zhou You looked over.
Sure enough, aside from the first Bentley, the rest were much more ordinary. The last vehicle looked like some kind of campaign truck, but apart from a few bodyguards, there was only a half-dead old man standing on it.
But after that convoy passed, the next one was far more luxurious.
Not only were there several times as many vehicles, but the cars themselves were much better. Still, how should he put it... the whole thing, inside and out, reeked of nouveau riche.
The entire convoy glittered with gold, looking at first glance like an oversized wallet.
Luo Liangde said, "This is the Kuxia family's convoy. They control the entire outer district and core district, and they hold shares in every factory. Among the four families, they're the richest, but