There are many lanes in Katris City, especially the old city where the guards are headquartered. The streets and alleys are interspersed with each other, forming a maze.

Unlike the orderly and noble and steady high-level residential areas north of the Central Square, the urban area in front of you seems a little messy. At first, the area for the next development was not planned during the construction, and the result was that the unorganized buildings filled the streets.

Buildings and shops from different eras are mixed together, and the mixed residential buildings and gang buildings are scattered and scattered. These uninformed existences together assemble the most chaotic area in the city, and the headquarters of the security forces are firmly embedded in the center of this area like a stone.

And now, the path Curt is one of them.

This path is not wide, and it can only accommodate four people walking side by side. The cement road has not been sorted for a long time, and it looks bumpy. The dirty corners are quite dirty, dust, garbage, and dead rats can be seen everywhere, making people unwilling to stay here too much.

There are only a few street lights installed in the path at a distance, but they can see that the street lights either break the lampshade or disappear the lights. The lighting effect of this road is really hard to trust. Maybe at night, the path may be invisible to see its five fingers and be shrouded in darkness.

The walls of the alley are covered with so-called graffiti. Perhaps it is the product of the gangster being bored and wanting to show their "talent". Unexpectedly, there will be such a blind spot in the security guards next to the headquarters of the guards. Perhaps this is the so-called "the street lights that are too high are illuminated in the distance but not in the near place." Katris' guards are too focused on things they think are "important" and ignore many minor problems.

Curt looked at the various garbage on the ground and walked naturally, without touching any dirt with his casual steps. He was already very accustomed to walking on the small roads in this city, but the dirty roads were beyond the reach of being avoided, but not to the point where people were afraid of it.

Walking through the trail on the back street for a while, you may get lost because of its intricate structure. But Curt is just going to the place where the dispute is happening, so you only need to find the direction pointing to the sound in the alley that turns in the curve.

Compared to the relatively deserted streets outside, these alleys are more lively - perhaps it should be said that they have a more lifelike atmosphere.

Under the foot of a broken street lamp, several young men in strange clothes gathered together and whispered; in the old bookstore where no one visited, a tall woman with light black skin was yawning lazily. There was also a northerner selling snacks pushing a cart, hawking listlessly across it.

These people should be residents in nearby mixed buildings. They acted as always at the pace of their lives and turned a deaf ear to the increasingly fierce disputes not far away. Perhaps for them, such disputes are also part of the scenery they see in daily life.

After walking for a few minutes, the source of the dispute appeared in front of Curt.

It was a dilapidated old house. It originally looked like three floors, but a shed was built randomly on the roof, making the whole building look crooked. Green and blue tiles were originally pasted on the exterior walls, and the wind erosion of time made the tiles peel off.

Just around the corner leading from the alley to the old house, a woman stared at three men wearing the same cheap suits opposite her. Curt found that the time he arrived was slightly subtle. Judging from the performance of the four, their dispute was over.

Curt's sudden appearance made the four people present look a little surprised. Obviously they did not think that the dispute would attract others. The woman showed a somewhat surprised expression on her face, and the three men standing opposite her began to stare at Curt up and down with alert eyes.

The woman who was yelling loudly before was a prostitute who often took on business in the back street of Nanfeng Tavern, but today her dress is a bit far worse than usual. Some old white long skirts paired with cheap plastic sandals. If you don’t know her, you might not be able to tell that she is a fair woman.

To be aware of her, Curt did know her, but he really couldn't say he was familiar with her - he didn't even know her real name, but he would occasionally spend money to buy some information from her. In fact, after she changed into a simple long dress today, he almost didn't recognize her for a while.

The short man, who was the leader of the three men, looked at Curt alertly, with his hands in his bulging pocket of clothes. Judging from the size and shape of the raised object, the thing in his pocket should be a small civilian handheld machin gun.

Even if it is just a civilian-level armed force, it will be very painful to be hit by ordinary metal ammunition. If it is hit by the vital points, ordinary people will definitely be killed. Therefore, even if it is a civilian-level mechanic gun, the Dominion has made quite strict regulations on these weapons.

Despite this, underground forces always have a way to get weapons that "suitable for their own level" from the black market. All they need is money and a little strength. It is said that the largest underground forces have even obtained several elite groups for the Empire's latest style of gunfire.

The short man in the lead did not speak, but a fat man standing behind him muttered to Curt in a non-standard imperial language, muttered to him: "Who are you, a northerner? This is not the territory of you bastards, what are you trying to do when you come here?"

Curt looked at the short man who had no opening. He did not look like a mixed-race native born in the Dominion, nor was he very much like an Empire. He and both of him were Slots, with light pupils and light brown hair, and were thin and shorter than Curt, who was born in the Empire.

These three people seem to be of Slot, although they are not sure whether they are directly subordinate to the largest mafia groups composed of the Slots. However, the three people in front of them have an unclear relationship with those groups that have always used violence as a means of acting.

It seems that because Curt's black hair and dark eyes are very characteristic of a northerner, the three people in front of him mistake him for an immigrant from the country on the northern continent. This is not a strange thing. Curt has been mistaken for several times before, so he doesn't care much.

What he cares about now is not a mistake, but the sentence "This is not your territory".

Curt still remembers the information he heard from François about the "Catris in the Dark" divided by the underground forces of Catris. The gangsters from Lalenia were smuggling antiquities from all over the world, while the gangsters of Yanita were making a contraband called "spice", and then the most powerful Slots mafia made and sold various contrabands.

But he did not hear that the northerners had also stabbed their feet in the underground forces of Katris. People living in countries with completely different customs and empires in the north did not seem to like to stay away from their hometowns, and only a few businessmen and travelers would occasionally appear in the sight of people in other countries.

But they definitely did not pursue a policy of closing the country to the outside world. It would be better to say that they welcome people from other countries to visit their hometowns. In the previous war that swept through most of the civilizational world of the Old Continent, they were not involved, but news came that they formed an alliance with several neighboring countries.

Therefore, even if the Dominion of Osatalia is called "the cauldron of chaos that blends race and culture" by many people, there are only a few northerners who have to leave their hometowns in Katris, and compared with the immigrants in other regions with population dominance, they are only a minority.

"No, I am not a northerner, but a native of the empire." In the idea of ​​explaining, Curt said in a very standard imperial language, "As for not being our territory or something, I am not a member of any gang, so I really know nothing about the sphere of influence or something."

But the fat man who asked seemed to have taken his kind explanation as a mockery, and shouted at Curt with anger, "Do you treat us as fools? I don't care where you are from or which subordinate you are. Let me be honest about what you are doing here?"

Looking at the aggressive fat man, Curt had a headache.

In fact, it would not be difficult for him to defeat these three Slots. Even if they had a mechanical gun in their hands, he would be sure to solve them before they took out the weapons. The problem is, how to deal with the follow-up matters after knocking them all down is the most troublesome thing.

That's why he hates the opponents of gangsters who only bully unarmed ordinary people, especially when these people still hold mechanic guns that have an overwhelming advantage over ordinary people. They are often too confident in their own strength and do not know how much they are.

If the opponent is an enemy with a little combat experience, then just a little bit of strength can make the opponent know that he is not the opponent and choose to retreat. However, these gangsters with excessive self-confidence are often unpredictable and often cause some unexpected troubles.

"You're thinking too much, I'm just here to find her." Curt pointed to the woman who was standing in place and had not yet reacted. "I have some small things to deal with. If you have something to ask her, I don't mind you've solved the problem and then tell her about our problems."

The fat man obviously didn't believe what Curt said. He slowly turned around and glanced at the woman, then quickly turned his head to stare at Curt, as if he wanted to say something to Curt. But before he could speak out, he was stopped by the short man standing next to him watching the situation develop.

The short man still said nothing. After winking at the fat man, he left without looking back. The fat man and the other person looked at each other, and then left behind the short man. Before leaving, he still glared at Curt and the at a loss.
Chapter completed!