Their commission was suspicious.

"Ugh, what kind of lousy place is this? There aren't even any police?"

"Yet that's how it is, Twilight Street is such a chaotic place. Everything here is about the survival of the fittest," the middle-aged woman sneered.

“But I saw with my own eyes that the skinny woman who stole Hua’s wallet was exchanging coded messages with you,” Chen Luo continued.

"Hmm? You saw it? Your eyesight is pretty good. But as I just said, Twilight Street is all about the survival of the fittest. Let's not even talk about how you only saw it and didn't have any evidence. Even if you did have evidence, what could you do? Call the police? Hahaha." The middle-aged woman mocked Chen Luo.

"Yes, you admit it." Chen Luo nodded.

"So what if you admit it? Are you going to tell your parents?" the middle-aged woman said disdainfully.

Hearing this, Hua grew increasingly angry and raised his fist, intending to walk towards the other person.

"puff!"

A very faint sound rang out, yet it attracted the attention of the people present.

The burly man standing next to the middle-aged woman subconsciously took a step back, while Hua, standing next to Chen Luo, looked at Chen Luo in surprise.

The middle-aged woman looked at the smoking pistol in Chen Luo's hand and the items on the stall that had been pierced, and the disdain on her face disappeared.

A silenced pistol is not very loud to begin with, but it can naturally be heard at such close range.

"I'll count to three, then hand over your wallet," Chen Luo said with a smile.

"I... I don't believe you dare to drive it. At your age, all you'd dare to do is fire a gun at an empty space..."

"one……"

"Pfft." Chen Luo fired directly, hitting the other person's palm.

"!" The middle-aged woman slammed her hand on the stall the instant she was shot, but she stubbornly did not cry out.

“Bo…Luo, you haven’t counted to 3 yet,” Hua reminded him.

"I know. It was just a slip of the hand. Anyway, it wasn't me who got shot," Chen Luo said matter-of-factly.

"Excuse me, young man, there might be some misunderstanding. I was just saying things in anger. This young lady's wallet really wasn't stolen by my people." The middle-aged woman's face was covered in cold sweat from the pain, her pierced left hand resting on the stall, but her right hand was stealthily moving towards...

"If you don't want to get shot in the head the next moment, pull your right hand back," Chen Luo kindly reminded him.

"What did you say, young man? I don't understand," the middle-aged woman said, immediately extending her right hand.

“I don’t care. I’ll count to three. If you don’t get your wallet back by then, I’ll kill him,” Chen Luo said, pointing at the burly man.

"!!!" The burly man was startled.

What the hell does this have to do with me?

Shoot her.

"Young man, I really didn't steal it. You need to provide evidence." The middle-aged woman tore a piece of cloth from her clothes and used it to roughly wrap her wound to stop the bleeding.

"Evidence? With a gun on Twilight Street, what's the point of evidence? I don't care if your people stole it or not, I just want to see the wallet. If even a little money is missing, your partner's head will be ripped open," Chen Luo said.

"You lunatic! What does this have to do with me? Alright, hurry up and have someone return his wallet to him." The burly man kicked the woman's thigh and said.

People with handguns are usually not nice guys.

The key is that a wise man doesn't suffer a loss in the moment.

More importantly, if you don't return the other person's wallet, you'll be the one who suffers.

Where did this lunatic come from?

"Good lad, you're ruthless. You just wait, the Hyena Gang won't let this go unpunished. If you've got the guts, never come to Twilight Street again." The middle-aged woman, her face pale, took out her walkie-talkie and tapped it a few times rhythmically.

A short while later, a petite woman emerged from a small alley next to the main street of Huanghun Street, holding a wallet in a bag in her hands. She dropped it on the ground of the stall and turned to leave.

When Hua saw that her wallet had been returned, she quickly opened the bag and looked through the photo inside.

"Alright, stop looking. Twilight Street has its own rules. When things happen in Twilight Street, you inevitably run into tough guys, so some things are kept intact for a while after you get them, to avoid attracting trouble," the burly man said.

This is the survival wisdom of the gangs in Twilight Street.

After all, Twilight Street isn't just home to these low-level gangs; there are also those distinguished upper-class individuals. Well, for the environment of Twilight Street, it's considered relatively upscale. Who are these truly upper-class people again?

Even the worst place has its "glorious" (slightly better) parts, even in remote deserts, let alone Twilight Street, a place where human technology is not isolated from the outside world.

"Once you have the wallet, hurry up and leave. Don't come back to Twilight Street. This isn't a place for little brats like you," the burly man kindly advised.

"...I have to admit, your provocation tactic is really bad," Chen Luo said after a moment's thought.

"Uh, buddy, you've misunderstood. I didn't try to provoke you or anything. I genuinely want you to leave," the burly man said after a moment of surprise.

"Everything is here." After carefully checking the wallet and confirming that nothing was missing or extra, Hua said.

Most importantly, the photo is still in my wallet.

"Although you speak very sincerely, you are not suited to say this."

While such personas are certainly unrealistic in reality, sometimes when you smell a large nine-dragon tattoo and your body is covered in scars, it's easy for people to misinterpret what you say. Of course, these aren't the most important things.

The important thing is that before Chen Luo took out his gun, the other party's eyes looked like he wanted to tear the two people present to shreds, and that couldn't be faked.

If someone changes their public persona too quickly, no one will believe it.

"This place, Twilight Street, is really chaotic. My wallet was stolen the moment I stepped inside," Chen Luo said.

"Let's go." Chen Luo nudged Hua in a gesture.

After Hua nodded, he pushed Chen Luo's wheelchair out of Huanghun Street.

"Wait, wait, wait, I told you to go into Twilight Street," Chen Luo said.

"But Luo, didn't you say it was dangerous here?"

"That's precisely why we're going. Don't worry, I'll protect you," Chen Luo said, patting his chest.

"...I hope so." Hua sighed.

However, Hua was not too afraid of this place, firstly because Chen Luo's wheelchair had a firepower system and annihilating a small squad of soldiers was not a problem.

Secondly, Hua still has some confidence in his own strength. After all, he is a young warrior who has been trained for a long time in the Moth of Flame. If he can't beat the Herrscher, can't he beat you trash?

As the two slowly walked into the interior of Twilight Street, the middle-aged female stall owner and the burly man exchanged a glance, and then the middle-aged woman turned on the walkie-talkie again.

Then they began to tap rhythmically according to the secret code.

But right after she finished tapping, the middle-aged woman glanced at her palm, which was still throbbing with intense pain, and then tapped a few more times.

"Are you crazy?" the burly man next to the middle-aged woman said after she turned off the walkie-talkie.

“I’m not crazy,” the middle-aged woman said, standing up.

She should go and treat her wound now.

"But what you just said wasn't just that the other side had a gun, but that they were very lucrative." The burly man could understand the coded language.

"Doesn't having a gun mean that the other party is worth making money from? Worth spending a lot of resources and manpower to do this?"

“But the other party didn’t show any of that just now. What if the other party just found a silenced gun? If the other party doesn’t have anything as valuable as you say, you will be punished according to the gang rules,” the burly man said.

"Hmph, your hand has been pierced, your sensitivity has decreased, what's the difference between that and punishing me according to gang rules?" A hint of hatred flashed in the middle-aged woman's eyes.

Gangs never keep idle people.

With her hand pierced, the middle-aged woman was half-crippled; the only thing she had left was her seemingly kind face.

"..."

After a moment of silence, the burly man did not take out his walkie-talkie to correct the middle-aged woman's coded language.

Firstly, it's unpleasant for a burly man to have a gun pointed at him, especially since that madman was going to shoot him in the head.

Secondly, since the middle-aged woman is the main person in charge, and she has no responsibility, and her body is still strong and uninjured, she will not lose her value.

"Doctor, Twilight Street is really dangerous," Hua said, glancing back at the stall that was about to disappear from sight, as well as the middle-aged woman and the burly man.

"Don't worry, I told you, I'll protect you. You have to trust me," Chen Luo assured him confidently.

……

"Holy crap, help!" Chen Luo exclaimed.

"Doctor, I've already told you, Twilight Street is very dangerous, and didn't you say you would protect me?"

"But how could I have known that these uncivilized people would swarm at me? There must be at least 20 of them!" Chen Luo, sitting in his wheelchair, took out his storage bag and then picked up the contents one by one and threw them out.

"Don't run!"

"Just surrender obediently, and we won't hurt you!"

"That damn bastard threw pepper powder again. When I catch him, I'll shove ten pounds of pepper powder up his nose! Cough cough cough..."

Chen Luo's wheelchair drove in front, with Hua chasing behind, and behind Hua were nearly 20 menacing-looking gang members frantically pursuing them.

"Doctor, don't tell me you bought so much pepper just to throw it away, right?" Hua asked, gripping the wheelchair frame.

Hua didn't dare stand on the footrest that extended from the wheelchair; the two of them drove the wheelchair together.

While the wheelchair's power system is indeed capable of handling this, however...

“Call me Luo now. I did think they might retaliate, so I bought a lot of pepper from a stall I passed by, but who knew there would be so many more people. And the road on Twilight Street is a mess, it needs to be fixed, is it this bumpy?” Chen Luo sat in his wheelchair, enjoying the jolting, while cursing.

That's why Hua didn't step on the pedals, because the road on Huanghun Street is really bumpy.

The streets at dusk were a mixed bag, which in a sense meant that not all roads were paved with cement; there were also many brick roads or even dirt roads, which posed a considerable challenge for wheelchair users.

In particular, the wheelchair belonging to Vilvi doesn't have much shock absorption.

After all, the various passages in the Fire Moth are quite well-designed, so there is hardly any need for a shock absorption system.

"Heave-ho!" Chen Luo unscrewed the pepper bottle and then threw the entire bottle of pepper into the air behind him, deliberately avoiding Hua.

The pepper powder was swept away by the gentle breeze and blew towards the group of pursuers, then infiltrated their noses, mouths, and even eyes.

"what!"

"You little brat, stop right there!"

"If I catch you, I'll skin you alive!"

Chen Luo's actions triggered another round of groans from those behind him.

With a massive application of pepper and the precise delivery of wind elemental power unnoticed by anyone, Chen Luo could only conclude that everyone present was trash.

"Don't worry, this kid has already thrown out five peppercorns, there shouldn't be many left. Who the hell would buy so much peppercorns for no reason?" the squad leader reassured the group.

After hearing what the other person said, Chen Luo looked down at the dozen or so bottles of pepper powder that remained in his storage bag.

Is it possible that I'm the one who's just sitting around doing nothing?

Do you really think my Fate Thread ability is just for show?

“But they have a point; we should indeed save some pepper,” Chen Luo nodded and said.

Immediately afterwards, Chen Luo took out a box of nails from his storage backpack, opened it, and threw it behind him.

As the road became increasingly bumpy, the group behind them drew closer and closer. After Chen Luo threw the nail, the other party instinctively covered their mouth and nose but did not notice what was under their feet.

"what!"

"Damn it, that kid actually threw nails!"

"grass!"

"Once we catch him, we'll make him know what cruelty really means!"

"Luo, if we keep throwing nails like this, it's not good if they don't step on them and they end up hurting other passersby," Hua said worriedly.

"Don't worry, I have my own measure."

How could I not get trampled on by them all?

Chen Luo deliberately used his Fate Thread ability to make all the nails he threw stand upright, ensuring that all the unlucky people behind him stepped on them.

This is the correct way to use the Fate Thread ability: through various forms of harassment, make the opponent unbearable and then severely injured.

It's as if the other party is going against the world.

Hunting down one person requires going against the world.

It can only be said that these gang members are among the most complex opponents Chen Luo has ever faced.

That's truly tragic.

"Sanatorium, sanatorium, let me see where it is..." Chen Luo muttered as he took out a map and casually tossed a pepper powder behind him.