Chapter 20 Absolute [Rules]

The silhouettes of the three people became clearer and clearer.

After a while, Chen Yan could even see the fear that had not dissipated on their faces.

At this time, the snow on the ground has returned to the sky,

The speed and quantity of snowflakes falling have also returned to what they were when Chen Yan first came to the platform——

Except for people, everything has returned to its previous state.

When they entered the station, the gangster finally couldn't help but ask:

"We have been walking for so long, even the snow has stopped, and we have already arrived at the next stop. I don't know how many stops there are in this damn zoo..."

The three of them approached the station panting, and the snowfall from the sky began to increase rapidly.

When they stepped into the station with one foot, heavy snow was already falling in the air.

"By North……"

The third uncle cursed in his hometown dialect, shivered from the cold, and shrank his head into his leather waistcoat.

At the same time, he asked the missionary: "The monster hasn't caught up with it, has it?"

The missionary glanced back and forth in the direction he came from and at the end of the road with eyes that were almost withered.

"Things may not be as simple as we think, Mr. Liang."

The third uncle's identity was revealed by him, and he was obviously a little unhappy, and his face became more and more gloomy:

"Are you very well-informed?"

The little gangster listened to the conversation between the two and remembered some bar legends in his mind.

He had heard the name of an Asian leader named "Liang", but he couldn't connect the man in the legend spread in the bar with the thin and short third uncle in front of him.

There was no emotion in the missionary's eyes, but his extremely bad expression gave him a sinister demeanor.

"People like Mr. Liang have always been the target of the choir...Mr. Liang knows this."

The implication is: Don’t pretend to be confused with me.

Chen Yan saw everything that happened in the station and vaguely understood something from the conversation between the two:

The choir is trying to win over some big figures from the poor, but the third uncle himself seems to have no interest in the choir, and even has some resistance to it, so he doesn't have a good look towards the missionaries.

Another thing Chen Yan was thinking about was:

Can people outside a public phone booth see people inside a public phone booth?

He thought to himself that when the little girl passed by the public phone booth before, she didn't notice his presence——

In other words, when facing the owner of [Tainted Blood] - [Corruption] who is on the verge of collapse, public phone booths are absolutely safe.

If a public phone box is a qualified safe house, ordinary people should not be able to see what is going on inside the phone box.

An idea occurred to him, and the gangster's aimless eyes happened to glance at the public phone booth.

The little gangster spoke subconsciously.

"Look!"

The third uncle and the missionary looked in the direction he pointed and immediately saw the corner of the phone booth that was obscured by the bus stop sign.

Chen Yan saw the expressions of the three people changing.

What did they guess?

But I didn't completely guess it.

The third uncle turned to stare at the little gangster with a gloomy expression.

"Go and see if there is anyone in the phone booth."

The little hooligan took two steps back, put his hand in his pocket, and grabbed the folding fruit knife in his trouser pocket.

This time, he did not immediately follow his uncle's advice, but negotiated terms with him.

"Can you tell me the name of the young man just now?"

Chen Yan's face froze.

When this little gangster was at the gate of the zoo, his attitude toward him was wrong, as if he was avoiding him.

Now, he actually asked his third uncle for his information.

What on earth is he going to do?

When did I offend such a person?

But Chen Yan thought hard and couldn't remember where he had offended such a little person from the time he entered the empire to now.

Facing the little hooligan's bargaining, the third uncle's eyes flashed with suspicion, and a thought came to his mind: This little hooligan is interested in the street boy.

The third uncle didn't know what he thought of, and suddenly grinned.

"His name is Chen Yan. He just came to the Empire a month ago. He now lives at No. 33 Walker Street. He is the landlord of that apartment... and he is also an employee of the Byron Weiss Zoo."

The little hooligan nodded and wanted to ask something else, but was interrupted by his third uncle.

"If you can get out of here alive."

The third uncle's expression seemed to be smiling.

"If you can walk out of the gate of Byron Weiss Zoo alive, you can find me on the dirty streets."

At this moment, the little gangster and the third uncle reached a deal that did not require communication.

He asked in a low voice: "Your name is... Mr. Liang?"

He just heard the missionary call him third uncle.

The third uncle glanced at the missionary, flashing a hint of impatience and malice that was almost unnoticeable.

Then he said to the little gangster: "Go to the dirty streets, look for anyone at random, and say you are looking for Mr. San."

The little hooligan nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

Immediately afterwards, he came to a public telephone booth.

The glass of the public phone booth is one-way, so the hooligans cannot see what is going on inside the phone booth.

He was silent for a moment, took out the fruit knife from his pocket with his right hand, and held the door handle of the public telephone booth with his left hand.

Staring at the glass door of the phone booth, the expression on his face gradually became fierce.

Chen Yan held his breath and grasped the door handle with both hands.

The little gangster took a deep breath.

Then twist it hard.

The handle can be easily twisted.

The door was opened a crack.

The hooligan suddenly opened the glass door, and a blizzard poured into the public phone booth.

The blizzard instantly obscured the little gangster's sight, making it difficult for him to see clearly what was going on in the phone booth.

He growled in desperation, took the fruit knife, and stabbed it into the public phone booth!

The feeling of the fruit knife piercing the air spread to my hands.

The little hooligan was stunned for a moment, then he braved the blizzard and opened his eyes.

There is nothing in the public phone booth - except for the public phone fixed on the glass and the ubiquitous snowflakes.

The expected scene did not appear. The little gangster took two steps back in shock and fell into the snow.

Chen Yan looked at the little gangster lying on his back, feeling confused.

From his perspective, the door of the public phone booth was not opened by the hooligan.

He looked down at his hands tightly gripping the door handle.

The door handle wasn't even the slightest bit loose.

"ha."

A tired voice came from the phone.

"Every new recruit, I have to explain to them that public phone booths are absolutely safe."

He repeated three times that "public phone booths" are perfectly safe.

Chen Yan frowned: "Why?"

The sound of electricity on the phone made the sneer even more comical.

"【rule】."

The man on the phone repeated.
To be continued...