The Creators: From Night City

“Of course, we’re doing better than we thought.”

"Dear, you know, they pay us $2 a day just to sit here and tinker with these weird boxes."

Looking at Abigail who was proud of earning money with her own hands, John couldn't help but smile.

Suddenly, his face became serious, and he asked as if he remembered something: "Where's Jack?"

"Did they let Jack work too?"

"No, no, dear." Abigail and others finally finished the work at hand.

"Mr. Sable and his men didn't force any of us. We did this voluntarily. As for Jack, you have no idea what he's doing now."

Abigail gave John a hug and leaned over to whisper in his ear.

"What!" John was rarely defensive. "He's in school now?"

Comrade Jiang Bing, a people's entrepreneur, also agrees with the idea that no matter how poor, education must not be neglected, and no matter how hard, children must not suffer, or it can be said that this idea has been deeply rooted in his bones.

Therefore, whether they were Indian children rescued from Indian boarding reform schools, liberated child laborers, or children of workers, all those under the age of 16 were classified as those who had to go to school.

Some children who are in real difficulty can even work part-time while studying.

All school expenses are also free.

"Walk"

Abigail grabbed John's hand and said, "I'll take you to school. Jack should be finishing up soon."

When Arthur followed Dutch's instructions, reported his recent work to his employer, and arrived at the row of wooden houses where Van der Linde lived, bright lights had been turned on in the house. Almost everyone was sitting around a large table, which was filled with Chinese food that was the specialty of the cafeteria chef.

These chefs are outstanding talents selected from the best among the Chinese workers, and their cooking skills are far superior to those of Pearson, a talented contestant.

"Arthur, I haven't seen you for a few days. You look much more haggard. Please take care of yourself." Susan Grimshaw stood up and greeted her warmly.

Arthur greeted everyone one by one, "Hi, Susan, and Tilly, Abigail, Pearson, Molly, and Uncle."

"And of course, our little Jack."

After greeting everyone, Arthur realized that one person was missing.

"Where's Karen Jones? Why isn't she here?"

Everyone looked at each other in silence, and finally Aunt Susan spoke.

"She was put in jail because she couldn't control herself and stole things."

"She can't control her hands here?" Arthur slapped his face worriedly.

"Don't worry, we've checked it out. The prison conditions are better than our camp. You'll be out in 15 days, so don't worry."

"How was she caught?"

Tilly, the black girl, said, "No one knows how she was discovered. She had already come back with her goods. After waiting for a while, the law enforcement officers here came to her door. Their target was very clear, as if a pair of invisible eyes were watching her the entire time she was stealing."

"The workers all say that the 'Eyes of the Black King' are watching all the land here, and all evil deeds will have nowhere to hide." Abigail told the gossip she heard from other female workers.

In fact, the 'Black King' didn't have much time to watch the streets and alleys and these trivial things. There were many things that required him to make decisions, but the 'Black King''s' cameras were distributed in the streets and alleys.

"Don't worry about her. It's time she learned her lesson. If she doesn't keep a lid on things, she'll get into bigger trouble sooner or later," Aunt Susan concluded. "Arthur, sit down and eat. The food here will definitely be better than you'd expect."

Under the lamp, everyone sat around the table, young and old, having a great time like a big family.

………………

Boss Jiang returned to his loyal rental house in Saint Denis.

But soon he set off for Chinatown.

Saint Denis is not like Night City, where the Chinatown is full of Chinese people.

Bamboo awnings are stacked on both sides of the street, contrasting with the yellowed Chinese Exclusion Act posted on the mottled walls.

In the alley, a bamboo clothesline extends from the half-closed window on the second floor, across the street, hung with silk bellybands and Western-style petticoats. This kind of place is usually a secret prostitution place, and that is where the half-closed door is.

The copper bells of rickshaws jingled, and from the half-open door of the opium den came the low murmur of a gramophone playing "Madame Butterfly" and the Cantonese opera "The Flower of the Imperial Concubine".

The air is filled with cooking fumes mixed with the scent of sandalwood, the smell of fermented garbage and feces wafts from the sewers, and the bitter smell of angelica and mugwort wafts from the Chinese medicine shops, forming the unique flavor of this era.

Of course, only Jiang Bing, who has keen five senses, can perceive the above.

The maid standing behind him was so dazzled by the exotic scene in front of her that she kept looking around.

Dutch was quite capable. With money as his tool and his powerful tongue that could bring the dead back to life, in just a few days he had changed his name to Ben Davis and transformed himself into a new money capitalist who came here from New York to invest in building a factory. He successfully blended into the luxurious life of the upper class and began his career of socializing and making informed decisions.

As for the bottom line of Chinatown, it would be more appropriate for Jiang Bing to find out.

But he hadn't done much on-site investigation. Just standing at the entrance of Chinatown in Saint Denis, he saw the half-hidden opium dens, gambling houses, and brothels on the street.

My goodness, before people even enter the street, prostitution, gambling and drugs are already present.

As the saying goes, where there are people, there are rivers and lakes.

Where there is a world of martial arts, there will be all kinds of people.

There are also gangs.

Yixing Gang, Saint Denis is a gang belonging to the Chinese.

Chapter 263 Fishing Law Enforcement

However, gangs do not abide by the principle of loyalty. The Yixing Gang initially accumulated its original capital through smuggling and human trafficking, and its style of action was extremely ruthless.

This gang, which was originally formed by Chinese workers banding together for warmth, had long since changed its nature under the influence of interests and became just like the white people, bullying their compatriots and exploiting Chinese workers by any means necessary.

The boy who slays the dragon eventually becomes the dragon himself.

Jiang Bing was not surprised by this kind of thing. After all, the Sixth Street Gang had set a good example before, so this was nothing new to him.

This time he was not here to lament about life, but to ask the Yixing Gang for some people, or to take down the entire Yixing Gang.

According to Zhou Mancang, the other party made his fortune by smuggling and human trafficking. In some ways, these illegal means are very consistent with Jiang Bing's current urgent needs.

If it doesn't suffer, who will?

As for the plan, Jiang Bing, standing under the gilded plaque of the Yixing Gang, already had a comprehensive plan in mind.

Simply put, there are three steps.

Treat him to a meal, behead him, or take him in as a dog.

Jiang Bing led Margaret leisurely into Chinatown, first staying in the most luxurious inn in Chinatown, putting down the suitcase he had been carrying, and began a shopping trip.

Mr. Jiang would sometimes stop at the puppet show stalls on the street, applaud and give generous tips. Sometimes he would go to the Chinese clothing store on the street to order a few silk gowns, and buy some blue and white porcelain bowls, tea sets and tea pets at the porcelain store next door. He would not bargain when paying, and finally, seeing that the beggars on the street were really pitiful, he kindly gave each of them one dollar.

Margaret followed her employer's request and when she took out the money she almost raised her bulging wallet above her head and paraded it around the city, fearing that the idlers and spies on the streets would not be able to tell that they were rich but stupid.

The news that a young man who looked either rich or noble, followed by a white maid, was throwing money around on the street and was spending lavishly reached Lin Yilin Huohe, the leader of the Yixing Gang, within two incense sticks of time.

The Yixing Gang's main hall, with its doors wide open, was deserted. Passersby on the street had to take a detour to pass by, let alone dare to come in.

The second floor.

The military advisor with the white paper fan, sitting at the deputy seat at the table, lowered his voice and said, "Dragon Head, why don't we use a rope to tie up this fat bastard (meat ticket)?" The old men below were watching closely. The American woman's wallet was full of soft films (banknotes), and the innkeeper leaked that she was also holding a large box as collateral. I'm afraid she's got a lot of money.

The Dog-Head Military Advisor only offers suggestions, but as the leader, Lin Huohe has a lot more to consider.

He twirled his pipe, observing the master and servant through the second-floor lattice window. Seeing them enter another antique shop that specializes in defrauding foreigners and spending a fortune, he couldn't help but wonder, "Have you figured out the details of these two targets? Don't let them be thorny flowers (people with connections) and attract Eagle Claw Sun (police) or rival gangs."

Baizhishan had already made up his mind. "Nothing unusual happened. My subordinates had already sent someone to Man'er (checked his name and background). They said he was a young man from Guangzhou. I guess he was a runaway young man."

"If you're afraid of getting into trouble, why don't we set up a scam and have the little fan (the swindler) roll up the curtain first (steal the money), and then you can show off your green hair (step in to calm the situation) and pretend to be a good person, so you can gain a good reputation?"

Lin Piaobazi knocked the copper-mouthed pipe against the corner of the table. He turned the plan of the dog-headed military advisor over in his mind. When he found no problems, he grinned with satisfaction, showing his yellow teeth and nodded to signal the military advisor to make arrangements quickly.

Jiang Bing sat in a storytelling teahouse until nightfall, gave a few dollars in tips, and then returned to the inn where he was staying.

It was not until late at night that Jiang Bing, who was holding a data tablet and gesturing, heard a slight movement coming from the back wall.

He nodded with satisfaction, indicating that the guests had been invited, and asked the maid who was also awake to close her eyes and pretend.

Soon, a man in shorts used a dagger to pick open the window bolt, tiptoed into the house, and at a glance saw the suitcase and wallet placed in a conspicuous position.

He listened carefully to the two men's even breathing, and felt that these two men were really inexperienced and had no experience in the world at all.

But it would be good if the mission was completed successfully. He picked up the suitcase and was about to turn around and slip away, but suddenly he found that the heavy breathing sound suddenly disappeared.

The man was horrified. When he turned around, he saw that the American woman was blocking him, and the fat man had disappeared. He didn't know where he went.

Being caught red-handed, the man was not afraid but laughed instead. He looked at the tall and curvy Margaret, and couldn't help but reveal a lewd smile at the corner of his mouth.

"You asked for this. You refused the toast and now you have to drink the penalty."

The man pulled out a dagger from his waist and threatened with a fierce smile: "Little bitch, you dare to stop me in the middle of the night? You are really brave (Chinese)."

"Well, let me take care of you."

The man was just mumbling dirty words out of habit to give himself courage, but he didn't expect the other party to understand him. Not only that, he also replied coldly, "You are obviously more courageous, and you have bad luck."

This was said in a clear and precise manner.

"Hey, you're still a foreign devil. Do you see the weapon in my hand? If you don't want to be stabbed a few times, then lie down obediently."

The short-sleeved fellow was obviously well-trained. He first swung his knife in a flower pattern, and the dagger he wielded looked powerful and oppressive.

Margarig just stared coldly at the lustful look on the other's face, her arms slightly raised, and two 30-centimeter-long, extremely sharp folding mantis knives popped out from her forearms.

Margaret's prosthetic eyes also lit up, shining brightly in the dark.

In response to the BOSS's request to capture him alive, she did not fly over and cut him into four pieces with two swords. Instead, she raised the mantis blade on her right arm and chopped it down at the table beside her.

The single-molecule blade cut through the wood just like a sharp knife cutting tofu, without making any noticeable sound. The solid wood eight-immortals table, which was three fingers thick, was obediently split into two.

The short-sleeved man, who was already sweating profusely from the maid's sudden transformation, was even more terrified when he saw this.

Seeing this 'Western Mantis' pointing its claws at him, the man could no longer stand. The dagger slipped from his hand with a 'clang'. His hands and feet were weak and he felt powerless. If he moved a little, his limbs seemed to have lost their backbone and he collapsed to the ground involuntarily.

The door was opened, and when Jiang Bing returned to the house, carrying the two unlucky guys on his left and right, the air was already filled with the unbearable smell of feces and urine.

Chapter 264 Repeat Three Steps

Jiang Bing frowned at the pungent smell and signaled the maid to put away the mantis knife and quickly open the window for ventilation.

The two unconscious accomplices were thrown casually on the floor, sleeping like dead pigs.

Jiang Bing pulled over a straight bench and sat in front of the short-sleeved man in a horse stance. He wrinkled his nose and said jokingly, "Man, you haven't been drinking enough water lately. You're obviously a little irritated."

The man in shorts was shaking like a sieve, trembling all over.

"Let's talk?"

Although the man was shaking as if he had prematurely contracted Parkinson's disease, he gritted his teeth and refused to speak.

"Why, you want to play the game of unparalleled loyalty and utter devotion?"

The man subconsciously puffed out his chest, wanting to act tough, but when he saw the maid standing quietly behind Jiang Bing, his expression suddenly became dejected. Half a lifetime of feudal superstition made him very afraid of the maid's identity as a "Western mantis demon".

"I don't have time for those operatic tricks with you, so don't blame me for being ruthless."

Under the other party's horrified gaze, the thin chaotic magic power in the air was mobilized. Jiang Bing muttered the corresponding spell and drew an inverted triangle magic rune in the air with a slightly unfamiliar look.

The "Axis Sign" from the Witcher.

Jiang Bing had a cold face and turned the opponent's face. A huge amount of mental power penetrated into the opponent's ordinary flesh and blood brain through the "channel" formed by the seal, hijacking the opponent's shallow mind.

Compared to the Axis Seal cast by the Demon Hunter, which can only make people temporarily reveal their true feelings and obey the caster temporarily, the Seal cast by Jiang Bing step by step takes a long time to cast, consumes a lot of energy, and has a more brutal effect.

From 'charming humans' directly to 'mind hijacking'.

Similarly, the consequences are more serious. Even if Jiang Bing tries his best to control it, the patient will inevitably become demented, suffer from cerebral palsy, or become vegetative.

The man in shorts' eyes gradually became dull, like a person with cerebral palsy who had eaten too much fool's sunflower seeds. In response to Jiang Bing's questions, he answered everything he knew.

Soon, Jiang Bing got everything he wanted from him.

On the second floor of the Yixing Gang's headquarters, Gang leader Lin Huohe and Bai Zhishan were drinking tea and appreciating the moon, waiting for the opportunity to make their debut.

"Thum! Thug! Thumb!"

There was a steady sound of footsteps coming from the bottom of the wooden building.

"Did you succeed?"

Baizhishan excitedly shouted from a distance.