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Chapter 614 Trap
Zhou You was absolutely certain that he wasn't seeing things; that thing was indeed his own palm.

Damn, no wonder I was a soul at the beginning; turns out my body had already been split up!

He was about to habitually greet the entire Hei Shu family when he immediately sensed something was wrong.

—Wait a minute, I used to be reborn in another body, but apart from the very beginning, I hardly ever used my original body to enter the script a few times. How did these guys manage to dismember me?
Suddenly, an uneasy thought surfaced in his mind, but it only lasted a few seconds before he extinguished it himself.

This is not the time to think about these things, at least not now.

Seeing the commotion in the crowd getting worse, Zhou You grabbed San San's hand and tried his best to pull her out of the crowd.

It wasn't until they turned onto a secluded path that the little girl finally let out a sigh of relief, still shaken.

"Brother, what did the mayor mean just now? Does he mean we should launch a counterattack? But..."

Zhou You shook his head.

"Never mind what he means, but at least one thing is clear."

"It looks like things are about to get chaotic underground."

Zhou You was absolutely right.

The day after the announcement, the whole place was engulfed in a frenzy.

Every household, regardless of age or gender, ability or lack thereof, even children as young as seven or eight, was mobilized—everyone wanted to try their luck in the wasteland. Even if they couldn't get a ticket to paradise, at least they would have a chance to secure a few years of peace and well-being for their families.

Zhou You was one of the few who didn't go.

Not only is his leg immobility still impaired, but more importantly...
Since seeing that finger, his original plans will probably have to be changed.

However, San San was relieved to see him safe and sound – the girl was afraid he would cause any more trouble, so she had been keeping him close by these past few days.

After a simple breakfast, while the young girl was tidying up the table, Zhou You casually remarked something, as if it were just a normal chat.

"San San, is the family's food supply almost gone?"

San San tilted his head, and although his eyes were already blind, Zhou You still felt a sense of being watched.

"There's one more thing, enough to last a few more days. What's wrong?"

"The situation is so chaotic right now, and I happen to have some spare cash on hand, so I'm thinking of stockpiling some just in case."

The little girl thought about it and agreed, so she fumbled for her white cane and prepared to go out shopping together.

However, Zhou You immediately stopped him.

“This isn’t like usual. There are so many people, it’s hard for me to take care of you. I also have to go see Lao Luo. He said he went to see a doctor a few days ago, but I don’t know how it’s going.”

Upon hearing this, the little girl stopped moving.

Then, she spoke softly in a panicked voice, like a small animal.

"Brother, you don't want to go treasure hunting in the wasteland too, do you?"

Seeing that look of impending tears, Zhou You couldn't help but chuckle.

"How am I supposed to get to the wasteland with this crippled leg? Don't worry, I'm really just going to see a doctor this time, I won't do anything out of line."

San San was clearly somewhat skeptical, but since the matter had already been brought up, she could only sigh.

"Brother, you keep your word."

"Don't worry, if I go out and cause trouble, I'll curse myself to be haunted by a vixen until I die."

"Does this count as making an oath?"

"How can it not count? She's a vixen, she's terrifying!"

With just a few words, the tense atmosphere was finally dispelled. Zhou You waved his hand, then, leaning on his cane, limped out of the house.

The outside scenery remained the same, filthy, dilapidated and decaying, and this time there were far fewer people—unlike before when everyone was hiding indoors, this time it was truly empty, as if the area had become a ghost town, with only the whistling of the ventilation fans.

The bar Luo Liangde mentioned was in another district. Given Zhou You's current movement speed, it would probably be nighttime by the time he got there. Fortunately, the place was only a bit dilapidated; at least some basic infrastructure was still there.

Especially considering that he still has a considerable amount of money left over.

He spent some money to hire a pedicab—there couldn't possibly be cars in this slum, and even if there were, they couldn't get in—pointed in a direction, and Zhou You lay down on the back seat, closing his eyes to rest.

About an hour later, the car suddenly stopped.

Zhou You felt the car door being gently opened, but the other person didn't greet him. Instead, after seeing that he was asleep, they carefully reached out and put their hand into his pocket.
But in the next second, a blade was already at the driver's neck.

At this moment, Zhou You opened his eyes, looked at the face covered in cold sweat, and suddenly laughed.

"Master, what are you doing?"

The man looked at the dagger that could cut his trachea at any moment and gave a smile that was more like a grimace.

"Um, no, I just said we'd arrived at the destination and wanted to let you know so you could come down."

"A greeting is enough with words; why bother with physical actions?"

Seeing the other person's smile suddenly freeze, Zhou You didn't pursue the matter. Instead, he patted the guy's cheek with his dagger and then struggled to move his body.

That's just how the world is. Morality is corrupt, and most people have already crossed the line of being a decent human being. Someone like him who just wants to make a little money is considered relatively good. The more ruthless ones would have dragged him into the butcher shop long ago if they saw he was disabled.

Of course, if that were the case, the consequences would probably just be that Wan Ren would be tainted with blood and his wallet would get a little bulge.

After getting off the car, ignoring the driver who had sped away and disappeared in a flash, Zhou You looked up and around.

Well, this place is obviously much better than his home. Although it's just two connected air-raid shelters, at least there's enough electricity and lighting here, and the houses are much better—there are actually proper brick houses here!
Although the quality is about the same as a public toilet at the entrance of a village in reality.

But at the very least, it's much better than sheet metal and rotten wood, isn't it?

However, despite the large differences, there is one thing in common – there are very few people to be seen here.

Following those equally crudely made road signs, after circling around several times, Zhou You finally found a sign.

From a distance, it looked like a medium-sized neon light, but the material was probably handmade, with yellow, red, and green colors all mixed together. At first glance, it was so bright that it made people dizzy—but at least it managed to spell out the two crooked characters for "time".

Zhou You knocked on the door, but no one answered. After waiting for several dozen seconds, he pushed the door open and went in on his own.

There were no guests inside the house.

There were only a few wooden tables in the entire hall, and they were all different styles, some square and some round, but they were fairly clean. At the far end was a bar, and at this moment, a scraggly bartender was lying on it, seemingly dozing off.

Zhou You walked over and then tapped on the table.

"Hey buddy, we have a guest, could you please wake up?"

The other person didn't reply, just mumbled a couple of times, then changed position and continued to snore.

Zhou You frowned, then clenched his fist and suddenly exerted force—

There was a loud "bang"!
The bartender, who was sound asleep, suddenly jumped three feet high as if springs had been installed under his feet!

Then, his eyes widened, and he looked around in horror.

"What's going on? Did those guys from the Luo gang attack? What about the alarm? What about the notification? A bunch of useless idiots, still—"

He had only shouted halfway when he saw someone standing in front of the bar.

"Who are you?" Zhou You replied with a smile.

"Just one guest."

Upon hearing this, the bartender finally came to his senses—and then his expression immediately turned somewhat unfriendly.

"Did you make that noise just now?"

However, the person's expression was utterly innocent.

"What does this have to do with me? Something fell to the ground outside, and the noise startled even me."

".Yeah?"

The bartender looked at Zhou You suspiciously for a while, and seeing that his face was very sincere, he muttered something.

"Probably another roof collapsed. By the way, you're a new face. Is this your first time here?"

"Pretty much, a friend recommended it."

Because of the bar counter, the bartender didn't see his amputated leg and just casually mentioned it as if he were greeting a regular customer.

"Alright then, what would you like to order?"

What do you have here?

"Baijiu, whiskey, mushroom wine, that's basically it."

"It's all homemade liquor. Do you have any beer here?"

The bartender chuckled.

"Damn it, where are we going to get you hops at a time like this? Beer is a luxury produced by the amusement park, only for the upper class. We're lucky to have these few kinds here. You know, we don't even have enough food for people to eat right now, where are we going to get extra stuff to brew beer?"

Pretending not to hear the sarcasm in the other person's words, Zhou You nodded.

"Yes, then bring me some whiskey, but not too much, I have things to do later."

However, the other party did not move.

This person first carefully examined Zhou You's clothes, then crossed his arms and smiled.

"Excuse me, sir, we only deliver after payment is received—you know how expensive drinks are these days, and there are always some penniless bastards who want to get something for free."

Before he could finish speaking, a banknote was already pressed in front of him.

"I don't know much about the market, but is this enough?"

The next second, the bartender flashed a bright, sunny smile.

"That's enough, even a bit too much—whiskey bar, I'll get it for you right away."

The guy took a bottle from the liquor cabinet behind him, bit off the cork with his teeth, and then found a dirty glass from somewhere. After wiping it briefly with his sleeve, he poured a glass for Zhou You.

The alcohol tasted rather crude, clearly indicating an extremely rough brewing process, but Zhou You still held the bottom of the glass, sniffed it, and then drank it all in one gulp.

Only after putting down the glass did he exhale a breath of alcohol.

"That feels good. By the way, boss, I wanted to ask you something."

Seemingly because of the rare customer, or perhaps because he felt very comfortable being called "boss," the bartender immediately smiled.

"What is it? Just say it—but I have to tell you, some confidential matters require payment."

"It's not a secret, I just wanted to find out about someone."

Upon realizing there was no extra income, the bartender immediately lost interest.

Who is it?

“A guy named Hu San.”

The bartender stopped abruptly.

A few seconds later, he put the cap back on, then placed the bottle on the shelf before asking the question.

"Where did you hear about this bastard?"

Zhou You gave a familiar smile.

"I wouldn't say I've heard about it, but this guy owes me a favor from before, and I recently injured my leg in a little mess, making it difficult to go to the wilderness, so I'm just planning to have him repay that favor."

This was a flawless statement, and the bartender immediately relaxed.

"No wonder this bastard has been asking about doctors lately, it turns out he's trying to help you. Well, since we know each other, come with me."

After saying that, he turned around and fiddled with the container for a while.

With the sound of the sliding mechanism, a hidden door quickly opened.

"Keep up, this is one of the gang's secret passages. There are many traps inside to prevent uninvited guests. Don't blame me if you accidentally run into one."

Zhou You smiled and nodded, then, leaning on his cane, slowly followed.

However, just as the bartender was not looking, he seemed to lose his balance and staggered slightly—but then he smiled and straightened himself.

The secret passages in the tavern were much longer than I had imagined.

It seemed that there was more than one building, but rather a collection of many pieces pieced together. The two walked in the dark, winding their way for a long time, before finally seeing light again.

There were several private rooms, decorated like those in a nightclub, and the atmosphere suited their status. The bartender went to the largest door, knocked lightly a few times, listened carefully, and then called Zhou You over.

"Come on over, the person is inside, waiting for you."

Zhou You smiled and thanked him, then pushed open the door.

Instantly, the bright incandescent light pierced my eyes.

A few seconds later, his vision returned, and he could see the scene inside the door clearly.

It must be said that Luo Liangde is quite trustworthy, and he really is in this room.

The only problem is, right?
This guy was tied up and hung from the roof beam.

After a few seconds of silence, Zhou You lowered his head and said.

"Sorry, I didn't expect you to have this kind of hobby... I didn't see anything. You enjoy yourself, I'll go out for a bit, call me when you're done."

But just as he was about to leave, two burly men blocked the doorway.

At the same time, right at the mouth of the room, a man wearing an exaggerated overcoat stubbed out his cigar and said with a smile.

"Brother Zhou, right? Well, since this is our first meeting, let me introduce myself first."

"I am the leader of this Justice League gang, and also the boss of those two bastards you killed."

The man suddenly revealed a cruel smile.

"Right now, I have nothing else to do but want to ask you for an explanation for my two sons—that's all."

(End of this chapter)