I'm in love with the reborn doomsday boss

Although people in the slums are very afraid of things, such a big man is crying and shouting, after all, some people can't stop their curiosity, and many people stick their heads out of their homes.

Uncle Zhao's face was covered with mud, which made it difficult for others to recognize him, but the two strong men he often brought with him were still very recognizable.

"Is that Zhao Youzhi?"

"The fat one is like a pig, and it looks quite similar."

"What nonsense!" Someone yelled, and everyone was stunned: "The pigs can't get enough to eat these days, how can he be fat?"

"Hahaha you are right."

"As the saying goes, if you do many unrighteous deeds, you will die yourself. Look at his virtue, will he be punished now!"

"What's that for?" Someone couldn't see clearly from a distance.

"I've heard people say that those children that Zhao Youzhi took with him, whoever didn't steal enough every day, would have a finger cut off. Isn't it retribution for him now?"

The more they talked, the more excited the group became, they gritted their teeth at Zhao Youzhi's past evil deeds, and wished they could cut off one of his fingers to vent their anger.

Yuan Xingche's hands were like two iron tongs, firmly pressing Uncle Zhao to the ground, making him unable to break free even after struggling.

"Be careful, don't splash blood." Jiang Du said kindly to Yuan Xingche.

He didn't bother to torment people, and he was quick and accurate, but he was not very skilled in the operation, and the ten fingers were cut long and short.

The gold ring on Zhao Youzhi's hand collapsed to the ground with blood on it.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh……” Zhao Youzhi seemed to be blind and deaf as if his eyes were blind, he couldn’t see or hear.

"Now I'm dealing with others in the same way as others, and if you do something immoral, you just have to figure out the consequences yourself. That's fine, let's go." Jiang Du said.

Maybe it was because he cut off the finger quietly, it was too scary, Uncle Zhao endured the pain, and crawled away. As for the consequences, he didn't even dare to think about it, such a lesson, one time is enough.

Jiang Du glanced around casually, and many people came back shyly.

Qin Doutian just heard it.

Qin Zhengming kept wanting to look back, but was stopped by Song Miluo. When he raised his head, he saw Song Miluo's slightly raised chin.

He looked at Song Miluo, Yuan Xingche, Jiang Du, the blood on the ground, and the fearful eyes of others.

"Brother, let's become so powerful in the future, okay?" Qin Zhengming said.

Although his brother couldn't see, he heard everything, and because of his blindness, he could hear even more clearly than Qin Zhengming.

"Okay." Qin Doutian said.

If you plan to bring back a dozen children, it depends on whether the children are willing to follow.

Qin Zhengming took Jiang Du, back and forth, and gathered all the children who were learning to steal under Zhao Youzhi. These children were all tattered. Just like seven or eight years old.

They looked at Yuan Xingche one by one, cautious and cautious, not stingy at all.

"Stand up." Yuan Xingche said, and a group of half-grown children were frightened.

When the group of children stopped whispering, stood up and looked at Yuan Xingche with ignorant eyes.

Yuan Xingche asked sharply, "Is it right to steal?"

How long has it been since no one asked them if they were right or wrong.

I vaguely remember that the last time I was in school, the math teacher or other subject teachers would ask, did you do it right for this question?

But the question in front of me is obviously heavier and more depressing than a right or wrong question in a certain subject.

Are they doing it right?

To eat, to steal to survive, right?

Someone was upset and wanted to speak, Yuan Xingche glared at him and said, "Swallow the grievances in your stomachs, forget about the drafts you typed, and throw away the sophistry you racked your brains to come up with, I only asked one question." Question, is stealing right?"

After a while of silence.

"Stealing is wrong." One of the children, who was only six or seven years old, whispered first, and he started crying.

Many children cried together, and Yuan Xingche's question seemed like a blow to the head, awakening their inexplicably blinded shame and self-esteem.

Seeing them crying all over the place, Yuan Xingche frowned: "Don't cry anymore."

Suddenly being scolded, a group of children stopped crying helplessly, a few little ones twitched their noses, looking very pitiful.

Most of them are orphans. Before the apocalypse, they had their parents to take care of them. After the apocalypse, they had to rely on themselves for food and clothing. As long as there was a way to feed themselves, they would not be able to take care of anything.

Song Miluo took out the important things in his wallet, and handed over all the money to Jiang Du: "I leave it to you here, and you settle the child first."

"Okay, for the sake of both of you contributing money and effort today, I'll take on the drudgery." Jiang Du said.

Jiang Du said, "That's right, call Xiong Hu over when you two go back, I'm afraid someone will come looking for trouble again, I can't beat it."

He is honest, Jiangdu's ability is biased towards mind control, and his physical fitness is at the trash level, and many people in the slums are restless.

"Success, wait for a while." Yuan Xingche said.

On the way back, Song Miluo looked at the empty wallet in his hand, "Aren't we chasing money? What's going on? The wallet has become empty instead."

He said it as if he wasn't the one who took out the money.

"The money will be earned later." Yuan Xingche said.

"Those children, what are you going to do?" Song Miluo asked. Although Yuan Xingche liked to lend a helping hand in the past, he never took responsibility on himself.

But this time...

Yuan Xingche always felt that he should do something, so he did some superficial things.

Hearing what Song Miluo said today, he suddenly discovered that there are so many things that human beings need to do and must do.

"I want to build a base." Yuan Xingche said.

"Build!" Song Mi said immediately.

In the last life, when Yuan Xingche said this, it was the third year of the end of the world, and everything was still too late. Song Miluo didn't know why Yuan Xingche said that suddenly, but Song Miluo never thought of having a place to stay.

Yuan Xingche's forces are also intertwined with his old friend who was close to him like Zang Hongai.

"If we have a base to make our own decisions in the future." Song Miluo smiled, his happy and angry face became more beautiful: "In that case, even if we wander anywhere in China in the future, we will have a place to go back to." .

"Us?" Yuan Xingche smiled, "Okay, then I will do my best to make that place the biggest peach blossom garden in China."

"Then you go on." Song Miluo said.

"What about you?" Yuan Xingche asked.

"Me?" Song Miluo thought for a while: "Continue to hide in your shadow and be a dodder."

"That's not acceptable." Yuan Xingche said.

"What's wrong?" Song Miluo asked.

"The feudalism of emperors in the last days will not work. Since we want to establish a base in the future, the road of socialism is the best way to go." Yuan Xingche said.

Song Miluo nodded, feeling that what Yuan Xingche said made sense: "Then I can still be the first lady?"

You can't become a demon queen, and you can't be too low to change jobs.

"You can try to shine by yourself," Yuan Xingche said.

"You said that the light I emit is more dazzling than anyone else." Song Miluo smiled.

Yuan Xingche suddenly felt that the self he had never met was very wise.

At the crossroads of the slums, the greasy man who gave Yuan Xingche the way at the beginning was walking in front of a young man nodding and bowing.

The two parties walked in and took a look.

Isn't that Xu Juncong?

Xu Juncong panicked when he saw the two of them.

Yuan Xingche said: "What are you afraid of being so powerful? Is it possible that you are going to do something immoral again?"

Forcibly calming down, Xu Juncong smiled dryly: "No, I'll just come and see a student over here."

"What student are you looking at?" Yuan Xingche asked.

"A student who plays the guqin, some time ago, the higher-ups contacted the base through a satellite phone. After a while, they will send someone over, so my uncle asked me to arrange a few programs. After all, the people he knows are just me and the former. People from the entertainment circle hang out together." Xu Juncong said it clearly and honestly, and it didn't look like a fake.

"Then I'll go get busy." Seeing that the two people didn't stop him, Xu Juncong said and was about to leave.

Yuan Xingche always felt strange looking at Xu Juncong.

Xu Juncong, who was stared at, took a slight glance and saw a trace of black and red stained on the hem of Yuan Xingche's clothes. He intuitively felt that it was blood.

He didn't think wrong, it was splashed on Yuan Xingche's body when Jiang Du broke his finger just now.

"Why do I still find you strange?" Song Miluo frowned.

"It's nothing strange." Xu Juncong said dryly.

"The student you are going to meet, bring us to meet too." Yuan Xingche said.

Xu Juncong rolled his eyes, and looked at each other with the man beside him.

"This." Xu Juncong dared not say a word.

Xu Juncong and the person who led the way walked ahead, and they were almost there, and the more they dawdled.

"Hurry up." Yuan Xingche said.

"Let's go now, let's go now." Xu Juncong said.

He closed his eyes, and with a sigh of relief, he took Yuan Xingche and the two of them to where they wanted to go.

Pushing open the door, there was a tied up girl wearing only underwear in the room.

Her hair was disheveled, and she sweated a lot in the hot air, strands of sweat-drenched hair stuck to her cheeks, her shoulders and neck.

Something was stuffed in her mouth, and there was some blood from the corner of her mouth.

Seeing the four men come in, they struggled in fear, and the girl's tears welled up in her eyes, which made people horrified.

And at the girl's feet was a Guqin, three of the seven strings were broken.

A broken sound came from her throat.

"Go and help her cover with something." Yuan Xingche said, his fingers creaked, and he punched Xu Juncong's face, which distorted Xu Juncong's face.

Half of Xu Juncong's face was swollen from the beating, and his face was numb from the pain. He felt a foreign object in his mouth, and when he spat it out, it turned out to be two back molars.

Song Miluo found a quilt from the bed, and first put it on the girl's shoulders.

He didn't dare to touch the girl, so he gently took the cloth ball out of the girl's mouth first.

Regaining her own voice, the girl first burst into tears, her sad voice was heartbreaking to hear.

"Don't be afraid." Song Miluo said, he didn't know how much this comforting sound would be effective, or if it was useless at all, but he wanted to lend a helping hand to the frightened girl.

"Don't be afraid, I assure you, you won't encounter these things now." Song Miluo repeatedly assured that the girl's voice, as if her throat was bleeding, gradually subsided.

She glanced at Song Miluo, then at the quilt on her body.

"Don't be afraid, I'll untie it for you." Song Miluo said, carefully and lightly untied the cloth strips tied around the girl. She didn't know how long it had been tied up, and her body was covered with red marks.

Yuan Xingche took the two scumbags out and beat them up. The streets were filled with the sound of punches to the flesh.

"My uncle can't..." Xu Juncong found out that begging for mercy was useless, and he started to germinate again.

"I won't let your uncle go." Yuan Xingche finished speaking first.