bookrandom Chapter 105 Who has a problem?
Chapter 105 Who has a problem?
Zhong Ming walked out of the passage with a sullen expression. After checking all the ID documents, he met Yue Kaishan at the door.
At this moment, Brother Yue was "friendly" confirming the identities of several refugees.
The refugees' belongings were all taken out, and they were all quite normal. They took whatever food they could find, while the dry rations distributed in the refugee camp circulated like currency among the strong men.
The management policies of the refugee camp have turned each room into a small, savage society, where the cruel law of the jungle is on full display.
After the inspection, they were served noodles that were completely bland but extremely spicy. The people living along the river at night don't really like spicy food, and at first everyone ate with gusto, but after a while they couldn't stand it anymore.
Yue Kaishan deliberately turned away, and several people took the opportunity to pour white noodles into their pockets, not caring whether they were clean or not, just hiding them.
Just kidding, this is white flour that they can't usually afford! White flour noodles, even if they are too spicy to eat, it won't stop them from mustering up the courage to eat them later.
His behavior was consistent with that of a refugee, and there was nothing unusual about it. Moreover... Yue Kaishan himself did not understand what kind of person his superiors had asked him to find.
What do you mean by "people who shouldn't be here"?
"Brother Yue, is there anything unusual?"
"No, but just to be on the safe side, how about we move them to another room?"
"Forget about it, it's already so crowded here, where would we find a new room?"
Yue Kaishan raised an eyebrow, looking at Zhong Ming with a half-smile.
Well, what else could there be? Let's just dig it up.
Yue Kaishan took out a strange magical artifact from his storage bag. Several irregular metal pieces were attached to the long handle, and he tossed it to Zhong Ming.
Having lost an arm, he had a legitimate reason not to work...
"Brother Cuihong, why are your trouser legs wet? Did you step into a cesspool?"
"Stomp on my ass." Zhong Ming replied impatiently while digging, "Can you imagine? A bunch of refugees are actually taking a bath in the huge pit your cousin dug out. Even the landlords who couldn't escape got caught."
"Landlord? Haha, if I were a real refugee, I'd kill the guard the moment he closed the gate. Don't underestimate these guys' hatred for landlords."
"The key is that the guards haven't left. There's nothing we can do about it; they're rich. Money makes the world go round."
"Wait, what was the previous sentence you mentioned?"
"Money makes the world go round! By the way, shouldn't you give me some wages for my work?"
"No, the previous sentence."
"The guard took the money but didn't leave."
The two looked at each other.
"I'll go to the gate and ask the guard if that person is on the payroll."
After giving a warning to the refugees who were eating with tears streaming down their faces, Yue Kaishan immediately ran towards the door.
On the other side, Zhong Ming blasted a large hole with a few powerful blows, and neatly stuffed everyone else inside. Due to the urgency, those people could only stand on the uneven ground, pressed tightly together like tin cans.
"My lord, what are we going to do...?"
Hmm... Zhong Ming needs to think of a way to calm the refugees down.
"You all stand here and digest your food. The spicy noodles you just had contained some special ingredients that can improve your health, promote blood circulation, and clear blockages. You can't sit down yet."
As for the effect... well, white noodles and chili peppers already have that, right?
Upon hearing this, the group immediately began to carefully examine their own bodies, and the more they examined them, the more they felt their blood rushing and their whole bodies warm.
They immediately started saying, "Thank you, Immortal Master."
A moment later, Yue Kaishan returned with a serious expression.
"The soldiers said their group was all there, so it must be soldiers from another unit."
"Go and catch him."
The two men gave the refugees a warning look. Yue Kaishan blocked the road, while Zhong Ming peered inside.
......
The last room was still noisy. Several women were shouting and complaining about the rudeness of the immortal master. A young girl was crying with tears streaming down her face. She was worried that the man had seen her naked and she would never be able to get married.
The men were either comforting their families or remaining silent, their eyes secretly glancing at the woman who was hurriedly dressing without drying herself off. The soldier, however, kept one hand on his sword hilt, making sure there was no chaos around them.
"Squeak~" The door was pushed open again. This time, Zhong Ming was really cautious, ready to inject spiritual power into the tortoise shell "vest" at any time. He carried the mother and child swords in one hand and put the Spring Cold in the storage bag next to him. He carefully walked into the room.
The room fell silent instantly, so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Everyone looked at him as he walked step by step toward the soldier.
"You, come with me." "But my mission is to maintain order here." The soldier hesitated, looking around. There were far more women than men here, especially a few strong bachelors. If they had any bad intentions, a few pampered landlords' foolish sons wouldn't be able to stop them.
An elderly woman suddenly screamed, "No! We paid him to protect us until this disaster is over, he can't leave!"
Zhong Ming ignored her completely and simply said, "There's a group of refugees outside without identification. I need manpower. Come with me."
"This... unless it's an order from your direct superior, otherwise..."
“My orders are orders,” Zhong Ming shouted, his voice louder than anyone else’s. “Who is your superior? I’ll have him come over here and give the orders himself in a minute.”
Everyone fell silent. The soldiers quietly put on their weapons and left.
Zhong Ming told him to walk ahead and go out the door first, while he faced this group of pampered fools.
“The law enforcement team will be patrolling soon. You know what to say, right? I don’t want any negative comments about me.”
The point of the lie wasn't him, but the law enforcement team, hoping to temporarily deter those few with ill intentions.
Zhong Ming turned and left, walking to the door and casually pulling it open.
"Ding~~"
A crisp impact sound came from his chest. Zhong Ming immediately realized that his opponent had seized an opportunity at a corner and used a hidden weapon to ambush him.
Damn it, this soldier has a big problem.
It must have hit the tortoise shell. The opponent noticed something was wrong, and the next attack will definitely be aimed at the exposed face.
With a quick jerk of his head, he barely dodged the attack. A silver needle, about nine inches long, gleamed eerily in the darkness.
No, it's not silver needles, it's Emei thorns.