Art!

Then, he said to the members of the Parent's Association, "Search, don't let any of the Blackwater Gang in this building go. Xiao Qi, take some men and wipe out the Blackwater headquarters too. There are only about thirty people left there."

The young man Xiao Qi beamed, "Alright, you wait here."

This Xiao Qi is also a Time Walker. Since following Luo Wanyai, she has been working very hard. In just two or three months, she has upgraded her Outer World to a Porsche 911 Targa.

At this moment, Zhang Mengqian was a little slow to process what the burly fat man outside the door was giving orders.

Gang warfare?

Is that really such a coincidence?

Looking at Luo Wanyai's gloomy expression, the little boy thought that this really had nothing to do with him. The managers of this Dove Cage had changed many times, but each time there was no big difference, except that the protection fee was sometimes more and sometimes less.

At this moment, Luo Wanyai looked at Zhang Mengqian, and his fierce expression frightened the little boy so much that he backed away.

The next moment, Zhang Mengqian saw the fat man silently enter the house after everyone else had left, and chuckle softly to Qing Chen, saying, "I was worried about whether you were injured after you escaped, but it seems you weren't. How did I do?"

It was clear that Luo Wanyai had gained full trust; he knew Qing Chen's current identity and even the existence of the little boy...

Zhang Mengqian stared blankly at this scene.

He looked at Luo Wanyai, then at the frail Qing Chen.

"You've come at the perfect time," Qing Chen said with a smile. "Go on with your work. Also, starting today, you'll be taking over management of this Dove Cage from the Blackwater Gang. Collect this month's protection money first."

"Huh?" Luo Wanyai was stunned. Didn't the boss say before that we should be disciplined and principled? Why are we being asked to do gang-related things again?

This is different from what the boss said before.

This Dove Cage is filled with the poorest people in the entire Federation.

"As you know, there are city administrators above the Blackwater Gang. Half of the protection money they receive has to be paid as tribute. If this money stops, you won't be able to stand firm in City 22," Qing Chen said. "Old Luo, we don't have the ability to change all of this yet, so we can only adapt to it first. This change can't be too slow, because we can't wait any longer, but it can't be too fast either. If we want to redefine it, we must first learn to be patient."

Luo Wanyai replied, "Understood."

Qing Chen said, "Furthermore, treat the poor here the same way. Other gangs collect protection money, but you don't, which makes you seem very out of place. If you treat the residents here very well from the beginning, and one day you do something slightly wrong, they will all jump out to criticize you. But if you change from bad to good, they will remember it. This world is so ironic; it's too kind to the wicked and too cruel to the good. Doing good deeds doesn't mean you have to dedicate all your enthusiasm and passion to them all at once, or you'll get hurt."

Luo Wanyai thought for a moment and asked, "Then what are we going to do with the protection fees? Didn't you mention a new method for incorporating slum dwellers?"

Qing Chen smiled and said, "Just do as I say, and you'll see after a while..."

He whispered his instructions, and Zhang Mengqian just watched, bewildered.

Luo Wanyai left before anyone else entered the corridor; he had many things to do starting today.

After he left, Qing Chen turned to Zhang Mengqian and said with a smile, "Now can you work for me?"

Zhang Mengqian felt it was a bit absurd; the Blackwater Gang, which he had been so afraid of just moments before, had all turned into dead men in the blink of an eye.

These people have committed countless evil deeds and harmed so many people in the slums; they deserve to die.

The crucial point is that the person who described himself as "weak" was actually the one who orchestrated this whole affair.

Zhang Mengqian hesitated for a moment. "Who are you?"

Qing Chen walked to the window, opened it, and let the biting winter wind rush in, making the air in the room less stuffy.

The wind ruffled Zhang Mengqian's hair, making him feel more clear-headed and bright than ever before.

Qing Chen stood by the window and thought for a moment before saying, "You can call me boss, just like everyone else."

The Art Troupe's collection of protection money in the Dove Cage Building went very smoothly.

The people here are used to collecting protection money. They don't care who collects it, as long as no one comes to attack them every day after they pay.

The Blackwater Gang isn't a big one; they only control this one building.

Everything starts here.

One pleasant surprise was that, in addition to the protection money, some bank deposits were also found in the Blackwater Gang's headquarters.

In the afternoon, Zhang Qinghuan first carried a sack of money to the PCE Public Security Management Committee to make offerings. The officials were curious about how the Blackwater Gang had been destroyed, but seeing how sensible Zhang Qinghuan, they didn't make a fuss about it.

At this moment, these agents were unaware of what was about to happen in District 9 and the profound impact it would have on the future.

Unless there are major events, they might not visit the Lower Three Districts more than a few times a year.

You'd be better off spending that time finding a girl in the Fourth District.

In the evening, everyone in the District 9 slum saw an elevator maintenance vehicle enter.

That's strange. Every building in District 9 does have an elevator, but all of them are broken and no one is going to fix them.

Moreover, the maintenance personnel themselves were worried about the security situation in District 9 and dared not come at all.

Therefore, elevator maintenance vehicles have always been a rare sight here.

Escorted by the Art Troupe, the car arrived in front of the Dove Cage Building, where many people on the street watched as the maintenance personnel went in to inspect the structure.

The Art Troupe even assigned someone to help watch over their maintenance vehicle; otherwise, after repairing the elevator, all four wheels might be missing, and the engine might not even be there.

The scene outside the Dove Cage building startled many people, and no one knew what had happened.

Two hours later, night fell.

The maintenance worker came out of the building and said to Xiao Qi, "There's nothing seriously wrong with this elevator. It's just that no one has come to fix it since it broke down. The hardware is fine."

After the elevator maintenance personnel left, another "Blue Shield Surveillance" vehicle arrived in the night and began installing surveillance cameras in the Dove Cage Building.

The elevators, emergency exits, and the end of each corridor on every floor are all equipped with surveillance cameras.

Furthermore, they also plan to install surveillance cameras on the rooftop to monitor for objects being thrown from the exterior walls.

The people of District 9 laughed. Someone actually tried to install surveillance cameras here? This is ridiculous!

Even the PCE Public Security Management Committee's surveillance can't stay here for a single night!

Just installing these surveillance cameras kept us busy from 8 p. m. to 1 a. m.

Unsurprisingly, around 2 a. m. that night, several young people were jumping around in the elevator, making it creak and groan, and even giving the middle finger to the security camera.

These young people all live on the fifth floor, and they don't care at all whether the people upstairs have access to the elevator, since they don't need it anyway.

Standing in the monitoring room, Luo Wanyai asked Zhang Mengqian beside him, "What do they do?"

Zhang Mengqian said, "These men are gamblers who steal things. They were caught in the District 6 before, but they severed the victim's tendons. They've been hiding in the District 9 recently and are afraid to go out. They don't have any guns."

Luo Wanyai nodded. "Xiao Qi, you go, for 10 days."

As a result, five minutes later, Xiao Qi arrived at their door alone.

Seven people were crammed into that ten-square-meter room, and Xiao Qi beat them up by himself, making them scream in agony. Their screams could be heard throughout the entire building.

Inside the emergency exit, the newly repaired voice-activated light kept turning on and off, never stopping.

That's terrible.

Around 4 a. m. that night, several young people brazenly came to the corridor surveillance camera and smashed it with a stick.

Standing in the monitoring room, Luo Wanyai asked Zhang Mengqian, "And what are these people doing?"

The little boy said, "These are specifically designed to dismantle people's mechanical limbs, and they don't have any guns."

It turns out that at least half of the people in the slums are relatively honest; they are truly desperate and have no other choice but to live there, even though they are bullied there.

Then there are the criminals who commit crimes and can't go anywhere else. This small group is the most violent and has the highest destructive tendencies.

Xiao Qi was still beating someone up when another phone call came in. Luo Wanyai said on the phone, "Room 7809, 10 days."

He smiled and said to the young people in front of him, "You should thank the kind resident on the 78th floor, otherwise you would have had to endure it for a while longer. By the way, remember to pay for damaging the public facilities; I'll come to collect it tomorrow."

Xiao Qi knew how to use force, targeting areas with thick skin and tough flesh. Each punch was not fatal, but each one hurt.

When Luo Wanyai said "10 days," he meant keeping these people in bed for 10 days.

Luo Wanyai had no intention of indulging these people. Inside the entire Dove Cage building, four C-Class experts, including himself, and twenty-eight D-Class Zhunti Method warriors were ready to respond to any kind of anti-violence operation.

He knew that the people in District 9 wouldn't accept what they were doing for the time being.

When he asked Qing Chen how to do these things, Qing Chen only replied with one sentence: Use methods that these people can accept, and make them accept it.

Qing Chen did not shy away from the evil that might arise in the process, nor did he hide behind Luo Wanyai and let Luo Wanyai make the decision alone while he remained a pure and innocent figure.

In his view, this was what he had to do, and the decision was naturally his to make.

He didn't mind having blood on his hands.

Early in the morning, Zhang Qinghuan was half asleep in the temporary monitoring room. He felt that Luo Wanyai and his group were working tirelessly, which was too much.

Xiao Qi returned excitedly. "Old Luo, what do we do next?"

Luo Wanyai thought for a moment and said, "During the day, escort another group of people over to repair the sewers and replace the aging electrical circuits. The day after tomorrow, start leading those violent elements to clean the entire building and keep it clean."

Xiao Qi was stunned for a long time. "... Isn't this the property management office?"

Luo Wanyai smiled and said, "Have you ever seen a property management company charge such high fees?"

Dove Cage, ten square meters in size, costs 2,000 yuan per month. Even if half of that has to be handed over, it's still 1,000 yuan.

Excluding property costs, Luo Wanyai and his team can earn at least 70%-80%.

In the past, these groups were unwilling to even pay 20% of the cost, nor were they willing to do such a "shameful" business. They were doing business with no risk and huge profits.

Luo Wanyai has only reduced his profits.

Qing Chen had previously calculated for Luo Wanyai that the Lower Three Districts accounted for 50% of the city's population, with each district having nearly a thousand Dove Cage- like residential buildings, and each building having about 900 households after deducting the vacant rooms.

This is an unimaginably large property fee, and those community groups Parent's Association.

At this moment, the surveillance footage shows someone secretly approaching a resident's door and seemingly trying to unlock it.

This time, Luo Wanyai didn't even need to say anything; Xiao Qi hummed a little tune and headed straight there.

At noon, the first thing residents near the Dove Cage Building in District 9 did upon waking up was to observe this area.

To their surprise, the surveillance cameras were still there, and all the cameras outside the building were intact.

The newly recruited Art Troupe were leading a group of residents, their faces bruised and battered, in cleaning up. Meanwhile, Xiao Qi was leading a group of people to place trash cans downstairs and was "kindly" instructing the residents of the Dove Cage on how to distinguish between dry waste, wet waste, hazardous waste, and recyclable waste. Those who couldn't learn were told to stay with the trash...

This is so bizarre. They watched those hooligans who used to laugh and joke all the time suddenly become good boys.

At that moment, a young man opened a window on the 61st floor, holding a black plastic bag in his hand, ready to throw it down.

Xiao Qi looked up and stared at him coldly.

The young man looked downstairs with great interest, seemingly deciding who he should aim at.

But before he could throw the plastic bag away, he heard a strange clicking sound from above.

The young man paused for a moment, then turned to look up at the sky.

The next moment, a figure slid down the rope at high speed, like a special forces member of the Federation Group Army, falling from the 88th floor of the clouds and coming to stand in front of him!

With a loud thud, the figure that landed kicked the young man in the chest with both feet, sending him flying back through the window. Then, the figure climbed through the window himself and began to beat him mercilessly.

The young people inside were dumbfounded. He was just throwing out the trash, was it really that big of a deal?

I'm just asking you, is it really necessary?

Is such a drastic method really necessary to solve the problem of objects being thrown from high-rise buildings?!

At that moment, everyone watching this scene exclaimed "Holy crap!" in their hearts, their toes almost digging holes in their slippers with nervousness.

That's incredibly brutal! Is this even a club anymore?!

Zhang Qinghuan, the owner of the Art Troupe, stood downstairs staring blankly, finally murmuring, "Art!"

At first, he didn't know what Luo Wanyai and the others were going to do. He just felt that it was a waste of time to work so hard to build elevators and install surveillance cameras in the slums.

But now, he realizes what changes are about to happen here.

A group of even more thuggish people have come to govern and co-opt the thugs...

Thinking of this, Zhang Qinghuan suddenly became excited. Wasn't this the art he longed for?

Who in the entire Federation has ever done this? Nobody has ever done this!

This is a groundbreaking feat!