Capítulo 1841: Chapter 812: Bankrupt City

San Miyairi was hugging and teasing Lin Baici, suddenly feeling that playing like this was quite fun.

More than an hour later, the silhouette of a city came into everyone’s view.

At this time, the setting sun was casting a golden hue on the towering skyscrapers, as if draping them in golden robes.

From a distance, they resembled a golden forest.

However, upon entering the city and driving a few miles, the initial good impression of the city for everyone instantly shattered.

On the streets, homeless people wandered aimlessly, buildings were covered in graffiti, and cars with thick layers of dust were parked alongside.

It was obvious they hadn’t been used in a long time.

Their owners had either met with an accident or gone bankrupt.

While passing through an underpass, Lin Baici’s brows furrowed deeply, and he held his breath.

The stench of urine was overwhelmingly strong!

After driving for half an hour and gaining a rough understanding of the city, they stopped in a busy district.

Without a goal, continuing to drive was meaningless.

“This is a bankrupt city!”

Pan Junjie curled his lip, full of disdain, as the negative effects of economic decline were evident in every corner of the city.

In the short distance they drove, they saw two groups of people marching with signs.

“God Lin, what should we do now?”

Su Tie instinctively looked at Lin Baici.

With the big shot here, he didn’t want to think, and honestly, he was quite confused. He couldn’t come up with a plan.

“Split into groups, gather clues!”

Lin Baici touched his stomach, not hungry.

With the hunger radar not working, he had to rely on himself.

“Let’s find a supermarket first and buy a few phones!”

Xia Hongyao suggested.

In the God’s ruins, electronic products brought in by them would be corrupted by the rules and become scrap, but the ones obtained from God’s ruins were fine.

Sometimes, Xia Hongyao really wanted to understand the true nature of God’s ruins.

Gu Qingqiu asked two passersby and found out where the nearest large store was, and also learned the name of the city.

Everyone set off.

Lin Baici found a secluded corner and put the Harley cruiser into the Black Tripod Bowl; what if someone stole it?

In that brief moment, Lin Baici saw a couple of black brothers by a Mercedes, one standing guard, the other prying open the door.

The one with the pointed chin, seeing Lin Baici looking at them, immediately stared back, pulling his jacket aside to reveal the gun tucked in his waistband.

“FUCK OFF!”

The pointed chin mouthed fiercely.

“Fuck you!”

Li Yintong couldn’t stand seeing Lin Baici being threatened and rolled up her sleeves, ready to give the black brothers a piece of her mind.

“Why bother with them?”

Lin Baici tugged on the Tai Mei, “Finding clues is more important!”

The shops on either side of the street had boards nailed over their windows, covering most of the displays, with luxury stores being even more extreme, fitted with iron plates and armed security guarding the entrance.

They turned onto another street, clearly noticing fewer pedestrians.

Or rather, fewer passersby were strolling; in their place were some homeless people.

This was evident from their clothes and mental state.

They were either dragging a sack or pushing a shopping cart from a supermarket, scraped from who knows where, rummaging through each garbage bin they passed.

Lin Baici noticed several places with long lines.

“They’re giving out relief supplies!”

Pan Junjie explained.

“You are beautiful, GOD bless you!”

In the line, a person wearing flip-flops received food and loudly thanked the person handing out the food, startling everyone.

After coming out of this street and walking a bit more, the stream of people gradually returned.

More than ten minutes later, a COSTOC appeared in view.

Everyone went inside.

Two fully armed security guards stood at the entrance, with their hands constantly on their gun grips.

“Is this to prevent zero-dollar purchases?”

Hua Yue Yu chuckled.

“Prevent my ass, how many bullets does he have in his gun? Besides, if he dares to shoot, isn’t he afraid of being taken down?”

Li Yintong scoffed.

They quickly found the counter selling phones.

Hua Yue Yu looked at the phones and suddenly thought of something, “I have a Mastercard credit card, but in God’s ruins, we probably can’t swipe cards, can we?”

“I have gold bars!”

Xia Hongyao always carried this thing, it’s hard currency wherever you go.

“Using that is too troublesome!”

San Miyairi, when entering the city, took a Chanel bag out of her purse and slung it over her shoulder. Now she pulled out five stacks of US dollars from it, tossing them to the Little Merperson.

“I want to experience a zero-dollar purchase!”

Li Yintong wasn’t lacking money; she was after the thrill.

“Your skin color doesn’t match, aren’t you afraid of being shot?”

San Miyairi teased.

Everyone chatted idly, picked out phones, and prepared to check out. Just as they reached the second floor elevator, intending to take the escalator down, they heard the rumble of dense footsteps, and then a group of Black people surged in from the COSTCO entrance like fish breaking through a net.

“Damn it!”

Li Yintong was speechless; did she run into a zero-dollar purchase scene?

“Haha, look at that little punk, definitely a repeat offender!”

Gu Qingqiu burst into laughter, pointing out a few people to show Lin Baici.

When they entered, they weren’t running around like headless chickens; they headed straight for the elevator. No need to ask, they were going for the more expensive electronic products.

“God Lin, should we stop them?”

Pan Junjie inquired.

“Is this supermarket yours? Why bother with such trivial matters?”

Li Yintong retorted.

Of course, get out of the way and enjoy the show!

Pan Junjie felt awkward being reprimanded by this little Tai Mei. Without Lin Baici, he’d definitely teach this Tai Mei a lesson!

Lin Baici stepped aside.

He just wanted to quickly purify this rule pollution, but who knew, his retreat led the young Black man heading the charge to think they were scared.

Moreover, with so many compatriots behind him, he stared at Lin Baici, pressing his two index fingers to his eye corners and pulling hard to the sides.

Li Yintong and Gu Qingqiu were instantly irked.

“FUCK YOU!”

The Tai Mei cursed, flicking her wrist, a butterfly knife appeared in her hand.

That gesture with the eye corners was an act of discrimination.

Gu Qingqiu laughed angrily; it’s already gracious of us not to discriminate against you, where do you people get the nerve to discriminate against us?

“Damn, get him…”

Pan Junjie also got upset, but before he could finish, San Miyairi had already rushed forward.

The cherry blossom girl, dressed in a kimono and clogs, couldn’t stride broadly, but it added a unique aesthetic, especially as she held a katana.

San Miyairi rushed in front of the young man, holding the sword with both hands, raising it and bringing it down.

Swish! Swish!

After two flashes of silver, red blood splattered everywhere.

Crack!

Two severed hands fell to the ground.

The youth wanted to hit San Miyairi, but his hands were gone. He looked at his handless arms, and the next moment, he let out a scream.

To kill him outright would be too easy!

San Miyairi kicked this young man aside, then wielded her sword and charged down the escalator.

At this moment, the escalator was packed with people eager for a zero-dollar purchase, then they were blocked by the cherry blossom girl.

Swish swish swish!

San Miyairi swung her sword, one step one slice, performing with graceful knife skills.

“Hiss, this cherry blossom girl is ruthless!”

Li Yintong gasped.

San Miyairi clearly could kill these people, but she didn’t; she was cutting off hands, blatantly making them suffer even more.

Those on the escalator, seeing this kimono-wearing woman so ruthless, cursed while dodging.

With people behind them, retreating was impossible; they could only flip to the sides.

Those who flipped slowly had their hands chopped off by San Miyairi.

So as San Miyairi stepped off the escalator, chaos erupted around, some fell to the ground, howling, unable to rise.

San Miyairi gave her wrist a flick, flinging the blood off the katana blade, beautifully sheathing the sword before slightly bowing to Lin Baici.

“Lord Lin, please!”

Wow!

Many turned their gaze to Lin Baici.

What the heck?

Is this some young master from a Dongying noble family?

Otherwise, why would there be such a beautiful cherry blossom girl samurai?