C10

The West Street Warehouse was located to the west of the mountain city, thirty-five kilometers away from the most bustling and lively center of the West Street.

After the merger, the original West Street Warehouse was abandoned and abandoned on the spot.

Because it was far away from the central area, sparsely populated, loosely administered by the government, and because it was originally large enough as a warehouse, this place was often used as a holy ground for the fights and brawls of some underground organization.

Of course, it was precisely because of the activity of these underground organizations that the human traffic here had become even more sparse. Normally, no one could be seen in this place, and if one did not have enough money, they would not even be willing to go to the taxi drivers.

Therefore, after Wang Xiaoyu clenched his teeth and took out the 1000 yuan credit card, he endured the pain of spending 300 yuan.

As soon as he got on, the taxi driver still hesitated and advised, "Hey kid, I advise you not to go there."

"Why?"

Wang Xiaoyu was speechless. It was just a small West Street Warehouse, and not some ghost or graveyard, what was there to be like this?

Moreover, from the look of it, this taxi driver was at least forty years old. Furthermore, he didn't look like a timid person.

"Don't you know? Just what happened last night? "

The driver noticed that Wang Xiaoyu seemed to be confused, so he lowered his voice and reminded him.

"Last night? What happened last night? "

After bidding farewell to the landlord last night, he went out to take a stroll before returning and fell into a deep sleep.

If he had to say what had happened last night, Wang Xiaoyu could only say that he had a spring dream.

Of course, this kind of dream was not enough to make public.

Maybe it was because he realized that Wang Xiaoyu did not know about this that the driver slowly spoke of it.

It was rumored that it was a battle between the North Street and the underground organization of West Street. The number of people participating in the battle was as high as several hundred, but in the end, seventeen or eighteen people died, with countless injuries.

Among the dead was a hapless taxi driver and a passenger in the car.

After the driver finished speaking, he couldn't help but suck in a breath of cold air. Obviously, he felt the same way about his fellow passengers and their deaths.

Wang Xiaoyu patiently listened to the driver, and then he understood why when the taxi drivers heard that he was going to the West Street Warehouse, they reacted like they had seen a ghost, and sped off immediately.

"Lad, I've said everything I should say, are you sure you still want to go?"

After the driver finished speaking, he stared straight at Wang Xiaoyu. In his opinion, usually when so many people died in a certain place, other than a few related departments, very few people would be willing to go.

However, the West Street Warehouse was a notorious place that did not care at all, so even the authorities would not interfere.

"Go! With me here, you don't have to be afraid. Just drive the car!"

In less than half an hour, the taxi stopped at a distance of about 50 metres from the West Street Warehouse's entrance, and the driver turned his head to wake Wang Xiaoyu up.

"Young lad, I can only open the car up to here, and keep going forward until I reach the entrance of the West Street Warehouse, take a look …"

Wang Xiaoyu stretched comfortably, then took out three hundred yuan and handed it to the driver: "Oh, thank you, you can go back first!"

The driver took the bill with his trembling hands, then gave Wang Xiaoyu his name card. He said sincerely: "Young lad, if you need to call me, sometimes we can be more dependable than the departments concerned!"

Wang Xiaoyu received the name card with a smile, and swept his eyes across it: "Alright!"

Of course he understood the meaning of the driver's words. The middle-aged driver was worried about him, and for some reason, Wang Xiaoyu suddenly thought of his father, the man who always spoke with a hint of obscurity.

Wang Xiaoyu opened the car door, and instantly, a faintly discernable stench floated over. Wang Xiaoyu thought: This should be the smell that remained after last night's bloodbath.

The West Street Warehouse's door was opened. Not ten centimeters away from the door, in a place where the noon sunlight was shining, an arm with a black section laid down quietly. Countless green flies were moving up and down in its surroundings, releasing waves of buzzing sounds.

Wang Xiaoyu purposely ignored the red luster that stained the ground beneath his feet and the wall that entered his eyes. Narrowing his eyes, he walked straight in through the door.

"Brother Nan, that's him!"

After stepping into the warehouse, the light became dimmer. Even in the afternoon, Wang Xiaoyu felt a cold wind blowing, and raised his head to look at the familiar voice.

In the middle of the warehouse was an iron bridge that was around three meters above the ground, and in the middle of the iron bridge stood three people. The one on the right was the person who shouted out the most, the Tang Wenwen that Wang Xiaoyu was extremely familiar with.

Beside her was a big, tiger-like man with a turkey head. He wore a small black vest and his arms were bulging with muscles. From a glance, it was obvious that he was a powerful man.

From Tang Wenwen's performance, the sturdy man beside her should be the so-called Brother Nan, the leader of the Eighteen West Street.

Brother Nan saw Wang Xiaoyu walking in with empty hands and couldn't help but crease his eyebrows and say with a loud voice: "Kid, are you the Wang Xiaoyu that injured my cousin?"

Brother Nan's voice was filled with vigor and dignity, like the roar of a beast. If it was the past Wang Xiaoyu, he would have piss from the sound of his voice.

However, even though he did not know whether this was due to the Fat Cat Demon Sovereign or not, Wang Xiaoyu's heart was calm like a wave, and he was not even able to feel the slightest hint of fear.

With his hands behind his back, he looked up and met eyes with Brother Nan. Not dodging at all, he said sonorously: "That's right, your trash cousin was injured by me!"

When Brother Nan saw that Wang Xiaoyu did not have any fear while facing him, and even shamelessly calling his own cousin a trash, the anger in his heart could not help but surge. He opened his eyes wide and pointed towards Wang Xiaoyu, spitting out a word in anger: "You!"

"Brother Nan, collect the money first!"

Tang Wenwen noticed the anger of the Brother Nan and quickly reminded him in a low voice that he still had important things to do.