Twilight Speaker

Chapter 43: License to Crime (Thanks to Maple Leaf Boss for the Silver Alliance)
The moment before the fire exploded.

Through the window, Chen Xiang clearly saw hundreds of rockets whizzing towards him!

The first rocket hit the front of the large hovercraft, igniting a blaze and making a deafening roar.
Except for Chen Xiang and Wei Qingqiu, everyone else subconsciously closed their eyes and raised their hands in front of them to block the blinding flames.

As more rockets came one after another, Chen Xiang had no time to think. He subconsciously wanted to crash the hovercraft, but suddenly stopped, as if a flash of inspiration came to him, and put his hand on the hovercraft.

There were slight ripples, and the entire floating vehicle and the people inside it suddenly became invisible. Several rockets penetrated through.
Chen Xiang felt relieved, and then he felt a serious fatigue coming from deep in his mind. The floating car's emptiness dissipated, and then
Burn! Fall! Collide!

Then there was the sharp sound of metal breaking and the sound of the hovercraft rubbing against the ground.

After an unknown amount of time, everything fell silent.

After a long time, Li Xiaotong's voice sounded.

"Everyone, are you all right?"

"Cough cough." The two little fat guys were still in shock and coughed violently due to the thick smoke. Guan Xue and Man Mu waved their hands weakly, Wei Qingqiu frowned, and Chen Xiang drooped his eyelids.

"Teacher Li!"

Guan Xue cried:

"Zhong Sizhe, Zhong Sizhe he."

Chen Xiang looked at the gentle boy wearing glasses. The boy coughed up blood and waved his hand tiredly:
"I'm fine, just injured by the shock",
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Yuan Wanli patted his chest with lingering fear:
"We survived all those rockets!"

Guan Xue's eyes showed confusion:
"At the last moment, I clearly saw a lot of rockets coming towards us"

There was a sudden noise outside, and through the broken glass, shadowy figures could be seen surrounding them.

"not good!"

Li Xiaotong's expression changed slightly, and he kicked open the twisted car door and let out a low cry:

"Get out of the car! Now! Together!"

Everyone unbuckled their seat belts and jumped out of the car. They saw dozens or even hundreds of civilians rushing in, scrambling to climb into the burning hovercraft, and frantically fighting for the remaining aid supplies.
The scene became extremely chaotic.

These people were more like mobs than civilians. Chen Xiang even saw many people stabbing others with knives just to grab more supplies.
"What's going on?" Yuan Wanli asked in confusion.

Several students simultaneously turned their eyes to Li Xiaotong, who shook his head:
"I don't know. I don't know either."

She took a deep breath, led everyone away from the hovercraft, and made a phone call.

"Mom! It's me!"

Li Xiaotong quickly recounted the incident, responded a few times, and then hung up the phone.

She let out a sigh:
"My mother will send someone to pick us up. We don't know what happened yet, or who attacked us."

Chen Xiang looked up at the falling hovercrafts in the sky with a gloomy expression.

Even though these large hovercrafts are extremely sturdy, many people will still die this time.
Not long after, the roar of numerous engines was heard from afar, and the mob who were looting supplies scattered in a hurry, leaving behind more than twenty or thirty corpses at the scene.

A moment later, a convoy of more than 30 jeeps arrived. Chen Xiang looked up and saw that the cars were full of people. Each jeep had been modified and equipped with thick armor.
Some jeeps have heavy machine guns mounted on their roofs, dragging long orange-yellow ammunition chains.

Under the fearful gaze of Yuan Wanli and others, a rough man with a cigar in his mouth jumped out of the car and shouted hoarsely:
"Miss!"

More than a hundred gang members poked their heads out of the jeeps and said in unison:
"Miss!!"

Chen Xiang was thoughtful. It seemed that the rumor was true. This assistant teacher Li's family was one of the Nine Rings Overlords.
Li Xiaotong was extremely calm at this moment, with a special kind of nobility. How could she look like she was almost scared to tears by Chen Xiang?
She pressed her hands together and said methodically:
"These are my friends and students. They came with me to meet my mother to make room."

The burly man with a beard and a cigar in his mouth simply nodded and pointed at four cars, motioning the people in the back to get out. Then he laughed loudly:

"Miss, everyone, get in the car!"

Chen Xiang and Wei Qingqiu looked at each other and got into a jeep together.
Soon, accompanied by the roar of engines, the convoy rushed recklessly on the long street, raising billowing smoke and dust.

Wei Qingqiu glanced at the two sturdy men in the front row, sidelong glanced and said softly:
"Old Chen, have you ever heard of those favored by many gods?"

"What do you mean?" Chen Xiang asked calmly.

Wei Qingqiu sighed:
"They are people who are favored by two or more great gods at the same time. Such people have a promising future in the short term, but in the long run, their fate is tragic. The favor of the gods has a price."

Chen Xiang understood that Xiao Wei had misunderstood.

As an old messenger, Xiao Wei had embarked on a secret path of transcendence. An attack of that magnitude just now could not hurt her at all.

Naturally, he did not panic like the others and did not close his eyes subconsciously, so he saw the floating car disappear into thin air.
She probably thought that she was also the Lord of the Void and Anti-Reality, that is, the follower of the Nothingness, and was reminding herself of this now.

Chen Xiang nodded slightly. It was naturally impossible to explain. He turned to the gang member in the co-pilot seat and asked:

"Brother, what's your name?"

The young man turned his head and spoke respectfully:
"Sir, just call me Flathead."

He knew that this was the eldest lady's friend and he couldn't neglect him.

Chen Xiang was not polite:

"I'm Mr. Li's colleague. My last name is Chen. Mr. Li's mother is very powerful in Jiuhuan?" The little flat-headed man smiled proudly:

"Of course!"

He became a little interested:
"Mr. Chen, is this your first time in Gash?"

"Gash?"

"Oh, that's Jiuhuan. We call ourselves Gash. I heard that the three leaders are planning to separate Jiuhuan from the Great City and establish an independent city called Gash City."

After a pause, the short-haired guy raised his head:

"Auntie, the eldest lady's mother, is one of the three leaders of Gash! From District 1 to District 4, they are all ours!"

"The three of you?" Chen Xiang seemed to be thinking about something.

The guy with the flat head quickly introduced himself.

The nine rings, like the eight rings, are standard and regular circles, so they are also divided into twelve zones, corresponding to the twelve o'clock on the clock, and the positions are also corresponding.

The three top bosses, who are in charge of districts 5 to 8, are nicknamed "Old Cripple", and the top boss of districts 9 to 12 is called "Sir".
As for Li Xiaotong's mother, the woman who managed Districts 1 to 4, her nickname was quite simple, and she was called "Auntie".
"The rocket was launched from the twelfth ring, which has something to do with Jazz." The crew-haired guy said:

"You are lucky to have landed in Area 1. Those who fell in Area 12 would have been in a terrible situation. Even if they survived, they would not have gotten any good results."

Chen Xiang frowned:

"Aren't they afraid of Colossus Academy?"

"Colossus Academy?" The crew-haired guy smiled and said, "This is the ninth ring, this is Gash, not your eighth ring. The academy can't reach out to us, and we're not afraid of the bosses."

Chen Xiang remembered what Xiao Wei had said about the nine archons who had died tragically one after another, and nodded thoughtfully.

The Archons are all extraordinary beings, and the three 'heads' must also be extraordinary beings.
I just don't know the exact level.

Just, Jazz?

Chen Xiang lowered his eyelids and did not get excited because some students and teachers might be captured by the knight.
Although he is not a bad person, he will not put himself in danger for outsiders.
The saints in the outer third ring road have all died out long ago.

However, Chen Xiang has a good quality, which is that he pays great attention to interpersonal relationships. If you give me a gift, I will return the favor.

The hundred rockets would be a nice welcome gift.

Since someone has given you a gift, you must return the gift.

After asking the bald guy about the situation of Gash, also known as the Nine Rings, Chen Xiang turned to look out the car window.

Gash is different from the Eighth Ring Road, nor is it like the Fourth to Seventh Ring Roads that Chen Xiang had overlooked. Compared with the other ring roads, the appearance of Gash is very similar to the Western cities in his previous life.

The shops on the street, the vendors pushing carts, the passers-by walking in a hurry, the homeless people at the alley entrance
Of course, there are also bandits who rob shops, thugs who blackmail vendors, thieves who steal from passers-by, and drug addicts who buy drugs from homeless people.
The car drove for only ten minutes, and while seeing the sights, Chen Xiang saw at least dozens of crimes and heard gunshots no less than ten times.

"The people here are simple and honest." he said with emotion.

"This is what's happening in our Gash. The police station was blown up, and now we have to rely on the three of you to maintain order." The guy with the flat head said happily.

Chen Xiang pointed outside the car window, where the robbers who had just robbed a shop were walking out in a swagger:
“Is this order?”

The little flat-head smiled:

“This is our order.”

He emphasized the word 'we'.

The burly man in the driver's seat also smiled:
"As long as you have a criminal license issued by us and report to us in advance before committing the crime, everything is allowed."

"Does crime have a license?" Chen Xiang was speechless.

"There is a license for stealing, a license for killing, and a license for robbery. Each license can be used once and can be purchased with money."

Then, the flat-headed man shrugged:

"In this way, all criminal incidents are under our control. There will be no excessive violence, no large-scale chaos, and as long as you are willing to spend a lot of money, you can buy a 'protection card'. Chaotic crimes have become systematized and standardized. How can this not be order?"

Chen Xiang fell silent.

After a while, the convoy slowly stopped.

"Are we there yet?" Wei Qingqiu asked casually.

"No."

The guy with the flat head took out his pistol and stared at the front of the convoy, where a young man about 1.6 meters tall was walking slowly.

"It's Sir Xiaohu's men!" he spoke with a trembling voice.

Chen Xiang and Wei Qingqiu frowned slightly.

(End of this chapter)