CHAPTER 443: 245. THE WEATHER IS CHANGING.

Song Hu never imagined that he, a mercenary who killed without batting an eye, would one day become a farmer, cultivating this polluted land.

As he carried a basket and continually picked fragments of cement from the earth to toss into it, he felt an imperceptible sense of peace.

It seemed that this life was more comfortable and easier to accept than killing and setting fires.

Plus, he discovered that, surprisingly, this was originally a heavily polluted area, but there didn’t seem to be much radiation.

Has the pollution here been resolved?

How did the Lighthouse achieve this?

If this pollution has been resolved, then these nearly 100 acres could definitely be a treasure trove for cultivation.

After all, these 100 acres are within a safe zone.

It sounds like 100 acres are large, but in reality, it is a square region, roughly over 200 meters long.

No one wanted to use this area previously because dealing with the heavy pollution was too troublesome.

Over time, they all gave up, but unexpectedly, the Lighthouse solved the heavy pollution here.

The sight seemed somewhat incredible.

After working for two or three hours, Song Hu completed the task assigned by the Lighthouse and received a medal. Looking at the small medal in his hand, Song Hu felt a bit dazed.

Can you apply to join the Lighthouse after collecting ten medals?

What’s the use of joining the Lighthouse?

But instinct told Song Hu that this medal would be very useful.

Song Hu hesitated for a moment, then tightly gripped the medal in his hand and returned to the previous location with the group.

He still saw the pure-looking girl with straight hair, whose delicate face under the purple short hair sketched a charming fairness, especially the bright and clear purple eyes, which were full of spirit.

Seeing her, Song Hu felt a stir of emotion, a unique feeling surged within him. He had slept with many women, but never before had a girl elicited such a feeling from him.

He didn’t know why, but he knew that the girl’s identity was probably far from simple, yet he had a bold idea, recklessly wiping his face to remove the dirt and planned to approach the purple short-haired girl and talk to her.

Just as he was about to get closer, a man suddenly came up from behind the purple-haired girl, embraced her neck, and kissed her lips.

The girl did not resist, but instead responded passionately, and the man lifted her up, sitting on the seat the girl had just been on, letting her sit on his lap.

The man’s hands wrapped around the girl, with his bare waist, a pair of rough hands caressing her smooth skin, while the other hand rested on the girl’s slender thigh beneath her shorts as they exchanged words.

The girl showed no resistance to the man’s actions.

She seemed to enjoy it, boldly interacting with the man under the gaze of many.

Song Hu’s heart suddenly shattered, and it was clear to the keen-eyed that the girl was taken.

Moreover, the aura from the man was not simple.

Out of his instinct for avoiding danger, Song Hu was urged to quickly dismiss those thoughts from his heart.

This girl was not someone he could touch.

Feeling disappointed, Song Hu turned around and left.

Perceiving something, Xia Na looked back, and Chen Che grasped her chin and asked, "What are you looking at?"

"I don’t know, anyway, there was a gaze just now that made me a bit uncomfortable."

"You’re too beautiful, naturally many people will look at you differently."

"Enough about me, where have you been just now? Why did you go for so long?"

"I went to help an employee solve some physical difficulties."

"Hmm?"

Xia Na felt it was odd but didn’t ask further. She hesitated and said, "So doing this, can your faction sustain it? Cutting off so much business will lose you a considerable amount of funding. Can you support your subordinates?"

Chen Che’s lips curved into a slight arc, his arms wrapped around Xia Na’s exposed slender waist, saying, "There’s more than one way to make money, just watch."

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The changes brought by the Lighthouse are decisive.

Wang Qiuzi also enjoyed the benefits brought by the Lighthouse. As a powerless and underprivileged citizen, he couldn’t comprehend why the leaders of the Lighthouse came up with such whimsical ideas.

Anyway, Wang Quan knew that after he paid the stall fee of 100, no one else came again to charge him.

Furthermore, living in this alleyway, he heard that outside there is a security point set up by the Lighthouse and the Investigation Department.

Similarly, as long as you pay 100 to the security point each month, the security point will ensure your safety, and if anything happens, you can seek help from them.

Initially, Wang Qiuzi didn’t believe it, after all, such money-making schemes had been done countless times by gangs and government officials.

But Wang Qiuzi knew that being keen to circumstances makes one outstanding, paying won’t guarantee their protection, but it certainly won’t lead to trouble. Refusing to pay might eventually lead them to cause trouble.

Anyway, it’s just 100, Wang Qiuzi bent over backward to pay it, being the first among the neighbors to do so.

They registered him and hung a sign at his door telling others it is under the management of the security point.

Wang the Cripple didn’t think the sign was useful either; on the contrary, he wanted to take it down because he felt it was a glaring hot potato.

Sure enough, that night, a bunch of drunken drunks kicked open his door while Wang the Cripple was still preparing the dough he would use tomorrow.

He took a closer look, well now.

The man leading them was the notorious thug of this neighborhood.

Relying on his ruthless tactics and the advantage of size, he often bullied people like Wang, ordinary people without power or influence.

Wang the Cripple shuddered and hastily begged for mercy, but the thug slapped him across the face, drunkenly mocking, "I heard Wang the Cripple can’t get a woman so bad that he can’t tell dreams from reality? Bragging about sleeping with a fairy everywhere?

And you hang a sign at the door, as if that’s going to stop me from beating you up, damn it, hurry up and pay!"

With a bitter face, Wang the Cripple tremblingly pulled out a bag of money from beside him and handed it to Zhou the Smudged Face.

He didn’t even feel that slap hurting his face; anyone could hit him, and after being hit so many times, his face seemed to have grown a callous, not feeling pain anymore.

This was money he’d saved for several days; he had planned to buy coal with it, but now it was gone again.

Zhou the Smudged Face weighed the bag, pulling Wang the Cripple’s cheek and sneered, "Damn it, next time bring the money to me yourself, don’t let me make another run, you know where I like to drink and hang out.

I tell you, this money barely covers the interest, your debt to me isn’t over!"

Wang the Cripple dared not resist, meekly agreeing again and again.

As for the debt?

It was clearly this bunch of thugs who accidentally crashed into his food cart that day, not only scattering all the ingredients he had painstakingly prepared.

Zhou the Smudged Face tore his dirty clothes, demanding compensation, and Wang the Cripple couldn’t argue.

He couldn’t fight back or resist, so he had to pay; as a result, the more they saw him as easy prey, the more they piled on the interest, and now he owed even more.

Wang the Cripple had thought about it, making up his mind to stab Zhou the Smudged Face to death, ending it all.

But a neighbor bullied by Zhou the Smudged Face acted before him, and the result? He didn’t even get close before Zhou the Smudged Face kicked him away, almost beating him to death on the spot.

That bastard is really good at fighting.

And with his crippled leg, trying to kill him is like daydreaming.

He’s just destined to be bullied.

Wang the Cripple accepted his fate.

After sending away Zhou the Smudged Face, he became angrier the more he thought about it, not knowing why, but he had a pent-up frustration in his heart that he couldn’t release.

Not knowing what he was thinking, he ran over to the security point, intending to start crying, but hesitated and silently turned around to go back.

Until someone put their hand on his shoulder, Wang the Cripple turned his head and saw an officer, scaring him into shivering. The man with a cigarette in his mouth said, "Aren’t you Wang the Cripple who paid the money? Why are you here? What’s with the coming and going? Just say what’s on your mind, don’t act like a woman."

Wang the Cripple, seeing this, hesitated and then told him the whole story, and upon hearing it, a cold smile appeared on their face.

"Go home and wait."

"Alright then."

Wang the Cripple didn’t think too much, went home, and felt uneasy; he was starting to regret it.

If they told Zhou the Smudged Face about this, and he came knocking again, he’d probably have his arms broken this time.

Bang bang bang... bang bang bang...

A few gunshots rang out, almost scaring Wang the Cripple into peeing himself.

Moments later, there was a knock at the door.

Wang the Cripple cautiously opened the door, a bag of money, stained with blood, was thrown into his hand, by the same man with a cigarette.

Wang the Cripple was almost scared into screaming, this man wore several blood-stained heads on his waist, wasn’t that the boastful Zhou the Smudged Face?

"The Lighthouse takes care of business once you’ve paid, don’t worry. Our boss gave the orders, the Lighthouse is undergoing a full reform, not like those heartless dogs before, only taking money without doing the job."

After saying this, the man went back to his security post, placed the gun on the table, and stacked the heads of Zhou the Smudged Face and his few brothers into a Jingguan Tower.

Wow, wow, wow... The neighbors swarmed to that table, not minding the bloody heads, paying one after another!

Such things happened all over the neighborhood.

Wang the Cripple felt a bit dazed, what was happening in this world, were there really strong people standing up for the weak like them?

Was the order of things about to change?

He lay on his bed, when suddenly there was a knock on the door, he opened it, puzzled, and a fragrance greeted him; outside stood a stunning beauty, seeing Wang the Cripple foolishly drooling and smiling.

"Fairy..." The woman, as beautiful as a celestial being, walked into her room, lay on her broken bed, her snow-white feet hooking him, and Wang the Cripple foolishly pounced.

Why does it feel like daydreaming?

Lying on the bed, Wang the Cripple slept soundly, still smiling in his sleep, drooling all over the pillow, scratching his armpit from time to time.

Wondering if the fairy was doing something to him.