Exile, hunger, and helplessness in life in the future make the refugees dull and their eyes dull.

The bartenders were allowed to shout, but the refugees were still hiding in their tents without reacting.

Karina's face turned cold, she pointed to a nearest man and said, "Take him in."

Two big and thick bartenders, one with one arm, picked up their faces and sent them into Ang Lee's hut with confusion.

No one stopped him, and even the guards guarding the city gate just took a look and didn't say a word.

In less than two minutes, the refugee man was half-dragged and pulled out again.

He stuffed a piece of bread into his hand and threw it back into the dilapidated tent.

I really gave bread...

Really gave bread.

The sharp-eyed refugee saw the bread in the man's arms. The other party was alert to the others while swallowing in big mouthfuls.

Wow!!

Several refugees ran over at the same time, trying to squeeze into Ang Lee's hut, hoping to complete the treatment of rigidity as soon as possible so as to get a piece of clean bread and a full meal.

"Line in line, line up." Karina shouted, maintaining order.

The bartenders jumped down, pushed, punched, and kicked, and the refugees lined up with a little rule.

Every person who completes the treatment will get a piece of bread. The women and children who are afraid of robbing others will also hide not far from Karina and eat the food in their hands.

For a time, the chaotic refugee areas were also abiding by the rules and queuing in an orderly manner to collect food.

The outermost periphery of the refugee area.

A residential area is formed alone, which is located at a distance from ordinary refugees but is attached to the city wall.

The tent is taller and the position where it is tied is also clearly laid out.

This is the camp of the barbarians. Their hometown is close to the extreme northern mountains. No one dares to approach them, and even the city guards dare not approach here alone.

In everyone's impression, these people are synonymous with barbarism and uncivilization.

"Amirui, why haven't you come back yet? This is the time he has gone to see that old man." A barbarian warrior asked his companion beside him.

"It's the third time. I saw that the old guy had long forgotten the kindness of the tribe, and he didn't want to accept us." The companion said angrily.

"We don't have much food anymore. Someone is there to distribute food. Should we get some?" another person continued to ask.

They did not have enough food to survive the winter, and to save their injured companions, some of the food was exchanged for herbs and other necessities.

Although not much is distributed in front, it is better than nothing.

"You go and have a look. When Amiri comes back, I will hear what she says."

"Um."

The barbarian warrior nodded and headed towards the direction of distributing food.

It was getting late.

The last patient attracted Ang Lee's attention.

He was tall and full of explosive muscles. Sitting opposite Ang Lee was like a stone tower, with a strong aura.

【Race: Barbarian】

【Level: Second-level Junior Warrior】

【Skill:??, Fierce Attack LV2】

Barbarians?

Although Ang Lee was curious, the repair code in his hand did not stop at all.

"Are you a noble here?" The barbarian warrior looked at Ang Lee with his tiger eyes and asked in an inward voice.

"no."

"Then why do you distribute food to refugees?" the barbarian warrior continued to ask.

"No, okay, you can go out and receive one serving of bread." Ang Lee stopped and said.

"So fast?" The barbarian warrior was slightly stunned.

I stood up in confusion and walked out subconsciously.

Before leaving, he turned around and asked, "Can I get more? None of my tribe members came here."

"Everyone can only receive their own. You can ask them to come and receive half a portion of the food. When I treat them tomorrow, I can receive another whole serving." Ang Lee replied softly.

It was already late today, and refugees who were not treated can also receive half a share of food. This method of distribution of food will last for three days.

It can be said that Ang Lee has done his part to these refugees.

Just as the bartender said, the relief of three days will not save many people, and it will not even play a big role in the long winter.

They will only empty their pockets, and they will starve together if they are not done properly.

But Ang Lee still followed his own ideas and while completing the bug fix, he allowed these refugees to have a full meal, even if it was only a short three days.

"You are not afraid that we will take away these foods. You and your companions do not seem to be our opponents." The barbarian warrior continued.

"No, if you want to rob, we won't even resist, but I will tell the refugees that you robbed their food." Ang Lee said softly while packing his belongings.

The barbarian warriors naturally understood what Ang Lee meant. If they robbed the food, they would anger the nearly 300 refugees outside. What would happen then may not be difficult to imagine.

"Hmph, the cunning white monkey!" The barbarian warrior cursed angrily, turned around and walked out.

Ang Lee's work suddenly stopped.

Good guy.

He helped him treat his lithopathy and gave them food. He even scolded him before leaving.

The barbarian's mouth is really poisonous.

...

Return to the Rose Hotel.

The tavern on the first floor has also started to open normally, and the sound of drinking and bragging comes from the hall again.

"I'm back, young master."

As soon as Ang Lee came in, someone greeted him loudly.

Not a bartender, but an ordinary alcoholic.

These people have been treated under Ang Lee's hands, and they greeted each other enthusiastically when they met.

Of course, ordinary people don’t know whether Ang Lee killed Nelson, the boss of the Viper Gang. Otherwise, he would probably be the same as the bartenders, and he would be a little cautious when he saw Ang Lee.

Saying hello is not as casual as it is.

"Well, everyone, drink slowly, I'll go upstairs to rest." Ang Lee also greeted him and turned around to the stairs.

As soon as Ang Lee walked to the door of his room, he was called to Vogt's room by the villagers of Jushu Village.

Except for Ang Lee, all eight villagers were present.

"And Lee, the goods are sold out. We plan to go back tomorrow. You really won't go with us?" Vogt asked softly while sitting beside the bed.

After experiencing the gang battle a few days ago, Vogt and others also knew that Malmi City was not as safe as they imagined.

Under a calm appearance, there is open and secret struggle between all parties.

The little people have no right to speak, and they are no match for being in the village, and everyone is more united.

"I still have some things to deal with, so I won't go back with the convoy." Ang Lee sat down on the chair and said softly.

"You have experienced Nelson's affairs, and you don't have a place to live here. You'd better go back with us. It's not too late to come again after the winter is over." Vogt continued to persuade.

Although Ang Lee relied on his own human body mohua, he scared away the Weasel Gang and the Viper Gang.

But no one is sure. When these people get fucked, they will send someone to assassinate Ang Lee again, so the best choice is to wait for winter.

"Don't worry, I will take good care of myself." Ang Lee said with a smile.

Then he continued, "By the way, I asked Karina to prepare some supplies for the village, and when I leave, I go to the warehouse to take them away."

"You..., I said you don't have to worry about the village." Vogt said, slapped himself in the thigh.

"I am alone and can't bear to see so much money. It's better to exchange some supplies for the village." Ang Lee said with a smile.

The people in Jushu Village naturally understood that Ang Lee said it was because he was afraid that everyone would have any burden.
Chapter completed!