Morris never paid attention to the guards. A group of failed races were scattered by the Empire, with an average Division in the whole empire. It is difficult for any city to gather up 5000 guards. Facing such a group, Morris doesn''t need to think too much. So he knew that the method that Dooling said, that is, the method of catching Hoon back, was indeed an appropriate solution, and he did not consider adopting it in the past.

    As soon as three days came, he took people to recover the farm and sold it. At that time, he will be able to lose at least 150 yuan, which is what he cares about most.

    His wallet.

    As a conscientious gang member, Morris''s daily life is very regular.

    He will go out on time at about nine o''clock every morning. He should get up before eight thirty. There has been no early or delayed going out in three days. When he went out, he would wear a sports shirt and jog to 7th Street, about two kilometers away from his apartment. After entering the cooked food shop, he would put on all kinds of attractive gorgeous clothes, dress himself up, and then take some of his men to start collecting debts in all parts of the city.

    Lunch is usually eaten at the homes of those poor debtors. Around 4 p.m., they will return to the deli and settle their jobs in the deli. When it is completely dark, they will go back to the "tropical jungle" to play after 12 o''clock.

    Tropical jungle is a popular underground dance hall. The reason why it is an underground dance hall is that there is no limit on the number of people here. You can go in directly at any time, whether you are alone or a group of people. Formal bars, dance halls and other entertainment places will have strict safety and fire prevention requirements, such as how many people can be accommodated at most, so there is often a long line outside many bars and dance halls.

    But there are no such things in the tropical jungle. In the air raid shelter under the river crossing bridge on 11th Street, the original organizers of the tropical jungle were a group of strange clothes, inlaid with some nails on their faces, and broke away from the mainstream aesthetic eccentric young people. They will play music that is noise to most people, but with a strong sense of rhythm, singing and dancing in the air raid shelter.

    Gradually, this culture called "punk" was gradually worshipped by young people, and people continued to join them until the bomb shelter became a holy land for young people. There is no need to pay expensive tickets or wait in line. You only need to bring a dozen fruit wine, some drinks and cigarettes, plus some talkative, and you can easily integrate into this special group.

    No matter which world it is, there are always some things that make people speechless. When more and more young people begin to integrate into the tropical jungle and regard it as a midnight holy land, on the contrary, the punk culture they once worshipped is excluded. It''s like a drop of ink in a small bowl can really change the color of clean water, but if you change the small bowl into a fish tank and a lake, a drop of ink can''t change anything at all, but will be assimilated.

    A large number of mainstream cultures have poured into this pond, and the holy land of punk culture has become the holy land of mainstream culture again.

    Morris plays late here every day. If he meets the right girl, he will leave early. But his taste is very special. He likes those young students. The higher his education, the more interested he is.

    It was getting dark. Morris drove to the river crossing bridge on 11th Street with one of his men again. After locking the door, he came to the river along the rotating stairs of the maintenance channel of the bridge. After walking less than 100 meters along the river, he could vaguely hear the loud music in his ears. A mean smile appeared on Morris''s face. As he walked, he twisted his body as if he were on the dance floor.

    About ten meters further, there was a rusty iron door. When the iron door was opened, the gradually clear music suddenly amplified, and a strong smell of wine came from the darkness. Morris was used to the smell of the wine mixed with some sweat and some inexplicable smell. After about 20 meters of dark downward passage, you come to a huge open space.

    This is one of the many air defense facilities in tener city. It was once a guarantee for people''s life safety, but at this time, it seems to be no different from the most glorious time. It is crowded with people.

    Young people spontaneously brought in some stones and boxes from the outside, as well as the existing steps and facilities, just like a small arena. Under the dim light, in the strong music, countless young bodies are wildly dancing and venting their emotions in the middle of the open space. Even in the "dance floor" where it is difficult to see each other''s faces face to face, men and women have removed their camouflage during the day and indulged their youth and dying youth.

    Some girls even had their upper bodies bare, screamed, shook their heads and narrowed their eyes, as if they were in the clouds. Men may reach out and wipe the girls, but who cares? No one knows anyone after dawn, which is the real essence of tropical jungle.

    Vent, indulge, all negative emotions will evaporate immediately after they enter here.

    Morris laughed and squeezed into the dance floor, crowding with these young men and women to vent.

    In the dark passages in the distance, from time to time, there were red faces and red ears, which were dispersed by the huge music. For these people, this is heaven!

    After wandering on the dance floor for a long time, Morris has never found his goal. He doesn''t like those who are too unrestrained. Perhaps this has something to do with his lack of culture and his awe of culture and upper class society. He likes those educated people very much, and the moment when he rides them under him. At that moment, he feels as if he has become omnipotent. He will use his own technology to tear up the education, culture and social status of those girls, just as he can conquer the whole world.

    Suddenly, he saw a girl sitting quietly on the edge of the dance floor, wearing a pair of glasses and a long horsetail, very intellectual. Morris doesn''t know what is intellectual. He only knows that the girl attracts herself.

    "Alone?" he pushed over and sat directly next to the girl. The girl looked at him and moved aside to keep a distance from him.

    The girl refused very decisively, pointing to the dance floor where she couldn''t see who was who, "no, and my friend."

    Morris also moved over and sat with the girl again. "What about me? Am I lucky to be your friend, madam?"

    It has to be said that Morris does have some capital. His fairly good clothes, coupled with his somewhat publicized expression, can really make some girls who pursue stimulation have some interest, especially those good girls. On weekdays, the more repressed those girls are, the more indulgent they are here.

    The girl moved aside again. "I don''t like making friends with strangers."

    The more the girl avoided, the more interesting Morris felt, and the more itchy she was. Not to mention that there are bitch factors in people''s bones. Morris, who came to the door on the dance floor, despised all of them. On the contrary, he was so unwilling to have in-depth communication with him. On the contrary, the more he hoped to succeed, isn''t it cheap? What is it? Of course, if it sounds better, it belongs to men''s desire to conquer. Men are not interested in things that are not difficult. Only things that are insurmountable can be conquered.

    "My name is Morris. People know me!" Morris moved over again. "Look, you know my name, so we are friends now!"

    The girl sneered, "I don''t know you. Also, please stay away from me. I don''t like you."

    Again and again, she was coldly rejected by the same girl. Even Morris couldn''t hang his face. It''s true that he has a thick skin, but this attitude hurts! When he was considering whether to use other means, the girl''s friends might be tired and come back.

    They were all very young people. They didn''t have the bookish look of entering the society. God''s best youth was painted on their faces, which made Morris jealous.

    He was young too, but he is not young now.

    The boy looked at Morris in surprise and asked the girl, "are you a friend?"

    Before the girl could answer, Morris stood up and held out his hand. "Yes, we are friends. Nice to meet you."

    The boy was stunned. He didn''t seem to be familiar with the etiquette between adults. He held out his hand and shook it with Morris. Maybe he suddenly used adult etiquette to give him the illusion that he had grown up. He sat next to Morris very friendly.

    "I''ve never heard Nasha say she has a friend like you. What''s your name?", Morris feels very interesting because the boy has no intention. This is a person with education and culture!

    Morris hooked his fingers behind him, turned around and gave an order before saying, "my name is Morris. I still have a little face in tenell. If you need any help, you can come to me at any time." during the conversation, Morris''s attendant brought a bottle of wine. When the boys and girls saw the bottle of wine, their eyes lit up.

    He held it in his hands like a show off, and some proudly said, "Jindian, there are 18 bottles sold in some places!". Eighteen yuan is enough to reach the lowest income level of the middle class in tenar city. In other words, this bottle of wine is equivalent to a month''s salary of a middle class and two ordinary workers! He fluently opened the lid, smiled and asked, "would you like a drink?"