These homeless men naturally couldn't see them. A group of evil spirits surrounding them were ignited by Zhang Fan's karma fire, and with a shrill ghost horn, they turned into ashes!

"Are you a magician? You're so good-looking!" The homeless man drank the last sip of inferior wine from the bottle and rubbed his eyes.

"I'll give you a piece of advice, leave this city quickly..." Zhang Fan shook his head and said with a smile.

"Is the opposition going to launch an attack?" asked the homeless man anxiously.

"More scarier than that..." Zhang Fan turned around and threw a sentence, and took Aken's green wings and left.

After the three of them left, several homeless men still surrounded the fire bucket without caring, commenting on the three foreigners who were dissatisfied with each other. "These foreigners who are pretending to be crazy and have nothing to rob here, and there is a refugee camp here, which has attracted the attention of the United Nations and the international community. How could those opposition or government forces come to this slum..."

"That's right, but that girl still has a very good figure..."

One of the small men looked at the backs of the three of them, shook their heads and said, "I think these three guys are a little bit like this. I'll clean up tomorrow and go to my grandma's house in the east to hide for a while..."

"You coward, please retreat back to the countryside. I will not leave here. For me, this is heaven. Those girls who ran from the north need some comfort...hehehe..."

"You should listen to those foreigners, they said it well..." A sinister voice suddenly sounded from behind the homeless man, shocking the homeless man.

"Who? Who is there?" The homeless man who had finished drinking suddenly turned around and saw a shadow huddled in his robe.

The little homeless man glanced at the uninvited guest. He couldn't see that the guy had any weapons on him. He whispered to the other homeless men, with a smile on his face, and went forward and said, "My friend is so familiar, come and have a chat..." The hand behind him pulled out a folding knife and held it in his hand...

The uninvited guest's face was covered in his hood, and no one could see his face clearly. This little man was still familiar with him. He was a habitual thief with a good vision and could tell at a glance what the other party was. Just now, Zhang Fan and the other two knew that they must be soldiers, mercenaries, etc., so they didn't dare to mess with him. But the one who was alone in front of him...

Several other homeless men surrounded him with malicious intentions. Although his face looked indifferent and his feet were staggering, he skillfully occupied a favorable position and blocked the road. It seemed that these homeless men often changed their careers to become robbers. Moreover, the person wearing robes in front of him seemed very thin.

"Greedy human..." The robe guest in front of him opened his hands and showed his two white jade hands, as if he wanted to embrace these homeless men. But how could these ordinary humans see that behind this uninvited guest, a group of terrifying corpses crawled over, and greedy saliva flowed out of his mouth. In his wide sleeves, countless fierce spirits rushed out screaming...

"I'm still a girl, my hands are so beautiful..." This is the last thought of the homeless.

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The small bell had a crack, and the sound of knocking was like a broken gong. After three sounds, after waiting for a while, the broken iron door opened with a "clang" sound. A hand holding a kerosene lamp came out from it, illuminating the dim door. However, the light flashed and seemed to be extinguished at any time. Perhaps because of fuel efficiency, the flame was adjusted very small.

"Come in..." A hoarse and tired voice came out, as if he didn't care about the other party coming so late to disturb him. Perhaps most of the people who came here to find a house had no place to live at night.

The three of them immediately followed the guidance of the kerosene lamp and entered the iron door, "We want to find..."

"Those who come here are looking for houses..." It was a middle-aged man, wearing a robe, barefoot, with a big beard and a scar climbing across his left cheek, looking very tough. The Arab man turned left and right with three people and entered a cramped room, with glass covered with rusty iron mesh outside. There was a broken table in the room, full of paper. He hung a kerosene lamp on a hook hanging from the beam of the house and began to search for the paper.

"How many beds do you want. The rent is paid every month, and you will live there first. There are four beds in a single room, and 500 li a month..." The Arab man didn't raise his head and skillfully quoted the price.

"In fact, we are here to find someone..." Akan handed over the photo of the tiger Zhang Liang, "We can pay you a reward that satisfies you." The other hand had already taken out ten dollars, which was equivalent to a month's rent in a single room.

"This service is not provided here..." Semir looked at Ten Dollar indifferently and said disdainfully.

"We are his friends..." Zhang Fan thought Semir was protecting the interests of tenants.

"This has nothing to do with me. Those who come here to find people are all friends." The Arab man said with a sneer, but he changed his mind, "But you can rent a house and live there and find it slowly. There are many people here, and some of them have very good information..."

When Aken heard this reminder, he immediately handed over ten dollars, "We rent a single room, this is a month's rent."

"If you leave early, the rent will not be refunded. I will receive it for the next month a week in advance." Semir placed ten dollars under the kerosene lamp, adjusted the flame to the maximum, and looked at it that it was not a fake currency, and then adjusted the flame to the minimum. This wealth-guarding slave was very economical.

"The three of us..." Aken wanted to say something.

"I never knew you!" Semir interrupted him, took off the kerosene lamp from the hook, and led the three of them to see the house.

Akan nodded with satisfaction and gave a wink at Zhang Fan's green wing. The three of them followed him, got into the dense iron shanty towns, and hid here. It was estimated that even if the Maoshan sect came to find someone, it would take some effort.

It was a crooked second-floor iron house, only five or six square meters, not as big as the kitchen in Zhang Fan's apartment in City C. However, there were two beds with bunk beds. In the middle of the two beds was a long small table. On the wall facing the table, there was an open ventilation window, but it couldn't even stretch out the head. There was a very thin mattress on the bed, and a broken blanket was considered a quilt.

"Why are there no lights?" Green Wing asked in English. She was used to life outdoors in the scene and did not bother here.

Semir rolled his eyes, "This is not your private villa, Miss, you candles are very expensive."

"Where is the toilet?" Green Wing has been holding it in for a long time.

Semir pointed outside the house, "There are places where no one is..."

"..." Green Wings were speechless.

Zhang Fan didn't care about the simplicity of this house. What he cared about the most was supplies, "Where can I buy food here?"

Semir smiled, "I offer two meals a day, but it's not cheap. You can also buy them at the market. Most of the tenants here only eat one meal a day, but you don't seem to be short of money..."

"Food? Where is the market?" Akan immediately raised his ears.

"It's dawn, you go to a crowded place and find it." Semir yawned and walked out the door, suddenly turned around and said, "It's not safe here at night. Don't be wandering around without any trouble. Don't blame me for not reminding you..." After saying that, he held the kerosene lamp and left. The light as big as a bean, as if the karma fire lit up by Zhang Fan's fingertips...

Aken pressed Zhang Fan's hand down, "You can let go of the evil spirits nearby..."

Zhang Fan then understood what Akan meant. With these evil spirits, who would know that there was a scavenger living here?

The three of them lifted off the dirty bedding on the bed, took out the sleeping bag from their backpack, and went to bed.

The next morning, I went to the market to find out the situation. The market sold a variety of things, including various cheap vegetables, food, clothes and daily necessities, from population, cattle and sheep, guns, ammunition, medicines and fuel, and various contraband products. I really don’t know that this slum also has such a large consumption capacity, and perhaps this slum is not as simple as it seems.

There are also various shops and taverns next to the market, selling cheap drinks and sex deals. For three to five dollars, you can enjoy a hearty meal of wine and dishes, plus the sexual service of a thin Arab woman. It is so cheap that Akan calls it cheap. It seems that the girls are not only a bit malnourished, but they all look OK.

Of course, this place is also a good place to explore information. Akan called out some wine and food, and by the way he tipped a dollar, stuffed it into the beautiful waitress's chest collar, "I want to know who is the most informed person in this place?" The waitress was quite beautiful and familiar with the drinkers here.

The waitress moved her breasts for a while, but she didn't use her hands. She directly moved the banknotes into her deep cleavage with the vitality of her peaks and disappeared. Then she threw a charming look at Akan, "Apart from that old Semir, I am the most well-informed place in this place. We can change the place to talk. If you have time in the afternoon, handsome guy."

Aken was confused by the waiter's excellent breast-moving skills and was a little dull. When she heard her answer, she immediately smiled and patted her plump butt, "My uncle is free now..." Then she took out the photo of the tiger Zhang Liang to show the coquettish waiter, "If you have seen him, then you can make a fortune."

The woman looked down at the person in the photo and shook her head indifferently, "I haven't seen it before..." But she turned to her, "But as long as he is in this place and just give me some time, I will be able to find him!"

"How long does it take? I want to tell you that we don't have much time..." Akan took out a few dollars, put them back into his pocket one by one, and signaled that the waiter would be paid less as time went by.
Chapter completed!