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"By the way, the new mechanical limbs of Kamiyo Yunhe have directional infrasound weapons," Kamishiro Yunluo said with a smile as he got up and left, leaving Qing Chen alone in the Black Swan Restaurant, waiting for the drunkards to sober up...

Qing Chen muttered to himself, "After they finished drinking, they left so nonchalantly, while I'm stuck here waiting for this drunkard. What kind of situation is this!"

Tonight, the City 22 is destined to be sleepless.

Previous citywide searches were never this extensive. After the Garrison Troops sealed off all districts, field troops were immediately brought in from outside the city to begin searching the entire Lower Three Districts.

But this investigation is destined to be fruitless.

Searching slums is a thankless and arduous task, as they are home to 50% of the city's population, and many of them don't even have electronic identification beacons; they are all unregistered.

If a strict investigation of the migrant population were conducted, half the people in the slums would probably be arrested.

Therefore, the only option was to summon all the presidents of various clubs for questioning and instruct them to thoroughly investigate any suspected individuals.

In the main conference room of the PCE Security Committee, Zhang Qinghuan sat leisurely among a group of gang leaders. At this moment, he had no idea how the current events would relate to him.

After all, how could such a big thing involve them?

As the saying goes, "A straight body casts a straight shadow," Zhang Qinghuan wasn't nervous at all...

The conference room door opened, and a middle-aged man in military uniform stood before everyone.

A gang leader approached and said, "Sir, we've met before..."

Before he could finish speaking, the officer kicked him several meters away, and he collapsed to the ground coughing up blood.

Everyone present immediately tensed up; it seemed that something big was about to happen today!

The middle-aged soldier said coldly, "You've all heard about what happened today. I'm giving you eight hours. Each of you must bring me eight suspects. Don't give me civilians to make up the numbers; I want the real hardened criminals. Understand?"

Generally, the murderer has some connection with these people, and these people are the most well-informed, so they can always get something out of them during interrogation.

But when the gang leaders heard this, they realized it was just the same old inspection method, which made things much easier.

Zhang Qinghuan was even happier when she heard this.

There were seven thugs and a thief hanging outside their Dove Cage, so this was perfect.

It's perfect for completing the task.

In fact, there are reasons why the PCE Public Security Management Committee) doesn't like to get involved in the slums' problems.

Every case involving this place is a complete mess, impossible to investigate thoroughly.

The best solution is to let the lowest-level gangs fill in the numbers to fool them, and then they can fool their superiors. That's how life goes.

Eight out of ten cases involve forced confessions, as long as it doesn't delay the payout of bonuses.

This system may appear prosperous, but it is actually decaying from the bottom up.

Therefore, once the Parent's Association system is established, they can indeed accomplish things that even the PCE cannot.

In front of the Dove Cage building, Zhang Mengqian sat on the steps at the entrance, from evening until morning.

In the past, he would never have dared to stay outside alone at night; he would have always found an unrented room in the building to hide in.

But things are different now. The area in front of the Dove Cage Building is brightly lit, and there are security teams from Art Troupe patrolling the area. No one would dare to commit a crime here.

As dawn broke, the figure he had been waiting for finally appeared.

Qing Chen walked over slowly and stuffed a brown paper bag into the little boy's hand. "Here, there are 12 buns inside. Eat them quickly, they shouldn't be cold yet."

As he spoke, he went upstairs again.

Zhang Mengqian followed Qing Chen, hesitating for a long time but unable to get any information out of him.

Only after entering the house did he speak, "Boss, did you cause the commotion in the city? I heard that a big shot in the world of gods was assassinated, but he didn't die; he was severely injured."

Qing Chen glanced at him. "Don't ask so many questions... Tell Lao Luo that I'm back. Remember, only tell him."

Zhang Mengqian remained silent, but he already knew the answer in his heart.

A boss who was so fierce suddenly said he had something more important to do, and then this happened in the city.

No matter what Zhang Mengqian thought, she knew that this must have been done by the boss.

At this moment, videos of the battle between Qing Chen and Kamiyo Yunhe are gradually circulating on the Federation's network. These videos were taken by residents of the District 5 near the battlefield, and there are many versions of them.

As the two figures passed each other, even the most powerful mobile phone cameras with today's motion capture capabilities couldn't clearly capture what was happening.

All anyone could see were afterimages left by them in the camera lens; in the pure and fierce hand-to-hand combat, every punch and kick collided with a thunderous roar.

Finally, the video ended with the distant sound of sniper fire and the Kamiyo Yunhe.

Zhang Mengqian glanced at the video on his old phone again. He had bought it secondhand from someone else, and the screen was cracked like a spider web.

That's amazing!

The little boy remarked that he actually wanted to find Xiao Qi right now, borrow his phone, and watch all the videos again.

"Boss, you said I can't follow your path, is it because of my eyes?" Zhang Mengqian asked sharply.

Qing Chen was silent for a moment. "Yes."

After saying that, he fell into a deep sleep.

Qing Chen needs time; he needs more time to recover from his injuries.

Zhang Mengqian pondered for a moment, glanced at the sleeping Qing Chen, and then called Lao Luo: "Could you please come over?"

After Lao Luo personally guarded the building, Zhang Mengqian ran all the way to the unscrupulous clinic in the District 9. He hesitated for a long time before finally pushing open the door and going in.

"Hello, I'd like to ask if you sell eyeballs here? I'd like to get an eyeball transplant," Zhang Mengqian said.

The old doctor in the clinic looked at him. "Eyeballs? Eyeballs are very valuable, kid. Do you have any money?"

"I do," Zhang Mengqian insisted stubbornly. "Do you have an eyeball that can be transplanted?"

The old doctor said, "We'll have to draw your blood for testing first, then send out your matching samples and wait for someone to buy them."

The little boy hesitated for a long time before asking, "Isn't anyone going to donate?"

The old doctor chuckled, "This thing is so valuable, everyone's too busy selling it to make money. Who would donate it for free? Even if someone did donate, it would just end up being sold. Do you think someone will donate it and it will actually end up in your hands?"

The little boy remained silent for a long time before asking, "Can I buy something donated by someone else?"

"Sure," the old doctor said with a smile, "I'll find you a donor right away."

Zhang Mengqian immediately understood that in this world, no matter what he said, the old doctor would send the matching information and the reward to those who trafficked organs, and would never seriously look for a donor.

Zhang Mengqian also had no way of confirming whether the eyeball came from a donation.

Ultimately, he will become the kind of person he hates the most, or at the very least, an accomplice.

But... is it really not going to work?

The video of the boss's battle seemed to open New World in his life. If he could be as capable as the boss, he could definitely go to many places, see many sights, and do many things.

Life will be different from this point on.

But is it really worth it to achieve this at such a cost?

Zhang Mengqian remained silent for a long time before saying, "I don't want it anymore."

With that, he turned and ran out.

"Everyone, gather downstairs! Everyone, gather downstairs! Those sleeping, those working, those having babies, those cleaning babies, stop what you're doing and gather downstairs!" Zhang Qinghuan said, walking around the Dove Cage building with a megaphone.

The residents in the building all looked on in bewilderment, having no idea what was going on.

Qing Chen was also forced to get up and go downstairs.

Zhang Qinghuan continued, "Today we're carrying out disinfection work throughout the entire building, killing insects and germs to give everyone a clean living environment. Please cooperate; those who don't may face serious consequences."

Even the disinfection work is imbued with the spirit of the community.

Upon hearing Zhang Qinghuan's words, the homeowners all came out of their homes.

Then I thought to myself, "Could it be that they're just after money from their house?"

At this moment, Zhang Qinghuan, along with the younger members of the Art Troupe, said, "Don't rush off. We've prepared seals for everyone here. Come and get one if you need one. Our disinfection involves spraying insecticide and disinfectant in the corridor. It can even seep through a crack in the door, so you can put the seals on without worry, to prevent anyone from tampering with your things."

Everyone accepted the seal with some skepticism, thinking to themselves that this Art Troupe was being incredibly thoughtful.

They asked in confusion, "But... if you chased us out, where are we going?"

Zhang Qinghuan's eyes lit up. "Don't worry, everyone. Our disinfection work will be finished in an hour. Our Art Troupe has prepared a performance downstairs to help you pass the time. The New Year is coming soon, so this is also the Art Troupe wishing you a Happy New Year in advance. There are sunflower seeds and small stools downstairs, so please feel free to go!"

The homeowners were shocked to hear this, exclaiming, "Wow, is that even possible?!"

This is so novel in District 9!

When everyone came downstairs, they saw disinfection work being carried out on one side of the building, while outside, members of Art Troupe stood in three rows dressed in suits.

The members of the Art Troupe all had fierce-looking faces and wore sunglasses.

With this kind of display, an outsider might think they were about to massacre the Dove Cage.

Qing Chen watched with great interest, but his internal organs were aching so badly that he didn't want to say a word.

Luo Wanyai and Xiao Qi were cracking sunflower seeds on the side.

After everyone was seated and residents from other buildings came down to watch, Zhang Qinghuan smiled and said to everyone, "This is the first cultural performance by the Art Troupe, so please excuse our poor performance."

As he spoke, he approached the choir and asked, "Are you ready?"

"Big brother, we're a little nervous," someone said.

Zhang Qinghuan retorted angrily, "You're not even nervous when you're chopping people up, but you're shaking your legs just because I asked you to sing a song?!"

"You can't really sing well," the big man said.

"No, you have to sing now that you're on the field. If you can't reach the high notes in the chorus, just mouth the words, and the other brothers will cover for you! That's the power of teamwork, understand?" After saying that, Zhang Qinghuan turned around and went back to the choir, slowly raising his hand like a conductor.

The choir was fine at first, but when it reached the climax, the entire choir suddenly went silent, without making a sound!

However, everyone was still trying their best to sing along.

Silence reigned.

Luo Wanyai was dumbfounded. "Did they make me deaf?!"

Qing Chen sighed, "Zhang Qinghuan is really honest. He said he would make a fool of himself, and he did."

At this moment, Zhang Qinghuan so embarrassed that she wanted to crawl into the ground.

The residents realized what was going on and burst into laughter, pounding the ground with their fists, laughing uncontrollably.

It had been so long since anyone had laughed so heartily. The pressures of life had left almost everyone unable to stand up straight, let alone have the energy to laugh.

Gradually, Zhang Qinghuan also scratched his head and laughed, his silly grin particularly endearing.

Just then, a resident from the next building came over and said, "Could we move into the Dove Cage too?"

Zhang Qinghuan was taken aback for a moment. "Sure, isn't this free? Anyone can come if they want. There are still countless empty rooms inside."

The resident said, "But the landlord suddenly raised the rent, tripling it!"

Luo Wanyai raised an eyebrow. They did all the good work, and the landlord just reaped the benefits? These were the lowest-class people, and yet someone was riding on their heads and sucking their blood.

A slight increase is understandable, but a threefold increase is simply inhuman!

This is not a reasonable price increase, but the most severe form of exploitation.

"Let's go talk to the landlord," Xiao Qi said with a smile, carrying an iron rod as he led his brothers away.

A few hours later, Xiao Qi returned carrying a bloodstained stick. "We've reached an agreement."

As Qing Chen said, a club should have its own way of doing things. You can try to be a good person, but you can't forget what assets support you in being a good person.

Changing the world requires a gradual process.

At this moment, Luo Wanyai leaned close to Qing Chen and whispered, "Ready?"

Qing Chen nodded. "Then let's begin. In a month, I want to give District 9 a completely new look."

Luo Wanyai was extremely excited. "Understood!"