Fang Zhou, I'm just a farmer, not Shennong!

See these troublesome guys run away.

An Suo, who was standing by the porridge pot, took a sip of the mushy rice porridge and nodded. Then he took the loudspeaker from Hei Hu next to him and handed it to Lu Yuan.

"Mr. Lu, please tell me. As the guild president, you must show up at least once."

Lu Yuan smiled and nodded, then took the megaphone and said loudly to all the people present: "Don't be afraid, everyone!"

"My last name is Lu, and I'm the president of the Civilian Grain Association!"

"As we announced a few days ago, the purpose of establishing our Civilian Food Association is to eliminate hunger in this world! To allow all those who are starving like you to fill their stomachs and never go hungry again."

"I know how far-fetched such a dream is, but I believe that no matter how far-fetched a dream is, it can only be realized if you do it. If you don't do it, it will never come true."

"So, everyone, I know what you're worried about, what you're afraid of. It's nothing more than the future retaliation of the Gtsevo Brotherhood. I can guarantee you one thing!"

"The Gtsevo Brotherhood will no longer be a nightmare for you, and you will no longer have to rely on the Gtsevo Brotherhood to make your living. This is my promise on behalf of the entire Minliang Association!"

"Don't be afraid, I know everyone is hungry, come on, let's eat!"

After Lu Yuan finished speaking, all the slum residents present were extremely excited at this moment, especially after Lu Yuan seriously promised that the Getsev Brotherhood had become a thing of the past, everyone was excited and excited.

God knows how many evil things the Gtsevo Brotherhood has done over the years, and how many people have lost their families because of this gang.

but!

The Minliang will be here!!

The night fades and the day comes!!

Some people could no longer contain their excitement and ran towards the porridge shop. After the first person came, the second and third people immediately followed, and then all the residents around the square ran towards the porridge shop frantically.

See this.

Hei Hu and a group of elite officers from the Public Security Bureau immediately formed a human wall to maintain order, while several staff members responsible for issuing identity cards to everyone were also ready.

The people responsible for making porridge are also ready.

When the first slum resident who had obtained his own identity card walked nervously to the porridge window with the card, he stared at him intently as a large spoonful of rice porridge was evenly poured into a wooden bowl and handed to him.

Looking at the big bowl of fragrant rice porridge in my hand.

This slum resident has long been addicted to it. He holds the bowl, walks carefully to the edge of the square, squats on the ground, and carefully uses a wooden spoon to put the rice porridge into his mouth to show off.

The softness of the rice, the fragrance of the rice, and the slight sweetness in it made the slum dweller's eyes tear up without him noticing when, and tears as big as beans flowed down from his eyes.

Eat and cry at the same time.

He couldn't remember how long it had been since he had eaten proper food. For so many years, he had been living like a walking corpse, in a daze. He had worked hard to save a little money, but he still had to pay protection money to some thugs.

If you don't pay, or don't have the money to pay, at best you'll have your arms and legs broken, or at worst your body will be dumped next to a trash can, left to be eaten by maggots.

But now, what he drinks is not just simple rice porridge, but also represents a new life in the future.

More and more people have applied for their ID cards, put their plates on top of their full bowls of rice porridge, and sit nearby to eat in silence. No one communicates, and everyone has their own ideas.

Everyone ate in exceptional silence during this meal.

Soon, those who had finished eating left, and those who had just received their porridge continued to squat on the ground and eat. This went on and on. Many of those who left would respectfully bow deeply to the Minliang Association's stall when passing by it to express their gratitude to the Minliang Association.

Lu Yuan stood there, looking at the various expressions of the slum dwellers who were eating porridge, feeling quite emotional in his heart. He was too familiar with such a scene. When he was in Longmen, the expressions of the people in the Longmen slums were the same at the beginning.

That is the expression of finally seeing hope in the midst of despair, the expression of someone who has fallen into the water and is in despair seeing a boat coming from afar.

"Excuse me, are you Mr. Lu?"

Just as Lu Yuan was gazing at the people in the distance in fascination, suddenly a clear voice rang in his ears.

Lu Yuan turned his head and saw a little girl who was almost in her teens. Behind her were seven or eight other children who were a few years old or just over ten years old.

When Lu Yuan turned his head, the children's big watery eyes stared at him with curiosity and fear.

"Yes, my last name is Lu. How can I help you?"

Lu Yuan said with a smile.

The children looked at Lu Yuan's handsome profile and sunny smile, and their previous fear disappeared in an instant.

"Thank you, Mr. Lu!"

The older girl bowed deeply to Lu Yuan.

"Thank you! Brother Lu!!!"

The other children also shouted with clear voices and laughter.

Lu Yuan looked at the children, unable to hide the smile on his face, and asked.

"Children, do you believe that the future will become brighter and brighter?"

"meeting!!"

All the children had no hesitation or thoughts, only determination and yearning for the future.

"it is good!"

"Then our future...will only get better and better!"

..........

With the help of several thugs from the Gtsevo Brotherhood, Big Chief Andrei ran back to his base in a panic. The small leader was completely relieved only after he hurriedly called the gang's doctor to stop Big Chief Andrei's bleeding.

Even so, everyone present was still frightened.

There is no such thing as a king who continues to talk big after escaping.

Even when they think back, they will remember the scene just now, and the oppressive feeling of nothingness will immediately invade their brains, making them tremble all over.

No one spoke, not even a word.

Everyone just sat on the ground motionless.

I don’t know about the rest, but one thing is certain.

The era of the Gtsevo Brotherhood is over.

This ghetto no longer bears the name of the Gtsevo Brotherhood.

They were driven away in a panic, just like the gangs they had driven away and eliminated before. If it weren't for the kindness of the president of the Civilian Food Association, all of them would have died there.

What should we do now.

What to do from now on?

No one knew what to do.

Their future path has long been broken, and their only hope is to wait for Chief Andre to wake up and issue new orders.

In fact, some people still place their hopes on their own leader.

Although the chief was beaten badly, he has connections. Not only does he have a good relationship with the director and the district chief, he even knows the earl in the inner city.

If only the great nobles could know about this.

maybe...

The slums are back in their hands. Of course, this is just a thought. To see what will happen specifically, we need to wait for the big boss to wake up.

Accompanied by gang doctors to stop bleeding and provide blood transfusions.

Chief Andre slowly woke up from his coma.

The last scene in his memory was the president of the Civilian Food Association ordering eleven giant dragons to rush towards him. He had no idea what happened after that.

"Big Chief?!"

Chief Andrei woke up with difficulty. He looked at the small leaders around him whom he had casually appointed, as well as a large group of high-ranking members of the Gtsevo Brotherhood. He once wondered whether he was in hell.

"I am dead?"

"Big Chief! You're not dead! None of us are dead!! The president of the Civilian Food Association didn't kill any of us!"

The little leader hurriedly explained.

After listening to this, Chief Andre struggled to get up and leaned on the hospital bed, somewhat puzzled.

"Why doesn't he kill us?"

He doesn't understand.

After defeating those gangs, he would kill as many of them as possible. Even if he didn't kill the ordinary thugs, the leader and other high-level members would definitely die.

It was also because of this that he didn't understand why Lu Yuan didn't kill him.

"Or... am I not worthy of his attack?! In his eyes, we are just as weak as ants?"

to be frank.

After seeing the true power and the true terror.

Chief Andre no longer had any hatred in his heart, only confusion.

Because he knows it very well.

Such strength has far exceeded the scope of the word "human", and when an individual becomes stronger, the network of relationships around him will gradually become stronger.

It was also because of this that Chief Andre knew that he had no way of revenge and there was not even a shred of hope for revenge, so he felt relieved.

His arrogance and self-esteem were completely shattered when he saw Lu Yuan riding a dragon into the sky, and the pressure of magic was like a mountain pressing down on his spine, making it impossible for him to straighten his body.

The arrogance is gone, the self-esteem is gone.

Some are left with nothing but luck and confusion, or even unwillingness.

"Captain, what should we do?"

The little leader on the side asked.

He spoke not only for himself, but also for all the fraternity members around him.

Everyone wants clear instructions.

"How to do?"

Chief Andre laughed bitterly.

"What can be done?"

“Evacuate…”

When Chief Andre said these two words himself, he felt as if there was a huge air blockage in his chest, making it difficult for him to breathe. He wanted to cough but couldn't.

He used to be arrogant and thought he would never have to consider this matter.

He used to be full of vigor and pride when he defeated all the gangs in this slum one after another. But now he felt endless contempt in his heart as he watched those gangs leave or disband, and he just wanted to laugh at the weakness of these gangs.

However, when everything happens to me.

Chief Andre suddenly discovered that he seemed not much different from the gang leaders he had defeated in the past.

Embarrassed.

"Chief, we have no casualties, there is still a chance, you may find..."

The little boss was still unwilling in his heart.

After all, they were used to being domineering in the slums, and now they have to move to other places, so they are unwilling to accept it.

However, thankfully, Andrei had a lot of connections in the Garin District. Even if they left the slums, they could still thrive elsewhere under the leadership of the chief. However...

I am definitely unwilling to accept this.

"Yes! Lord Earl!"

Think of this.

Chief Andre thought about how he had finally managed to curry favor with the Earl, a powerful man in the inner city, through an upper-class banquet. The Castle of Saint Jun would certainly not allow such a powerful outsider, and the Earl could even meet His Majesty directly.

If His Majesty knew that he could just send some elite soldiers from the empire, no matter how strong their individual strength was, could they compete with an empire?

Done.

Andre was about to call the district chief and ask him to inform the Earl of this information.

Just as Andre was struggling to pick up the phone with his only remaining left hand.

Just at this moment, the mobile phone screen suddenly lit up and a call from an unfamiliar number came to Andre.

Andre was stunned and was about to hang up, but after thinking about it, he answered the call.