Lao San, imitating Su Huan, pointed three times in the crowd, conveniently indicating Qi Jian Country's three brothers.
The soldier tentatively asked, "Kill those three?"
Lao San snorted coldly and said sinisterly, "Except for those three and the ones the trainmaster wants to keep, kill the rest!"
He drew a dagger and walked toward the bartender hanging on the wall.
"Come, let me see if you've eaten anything!"
...
Standing at the top of the stairs was a young man Iron Old Man hadn't seen before, with short hair and a rugged, sunny face.
Two soldiers stood by his side.
"Conductor, there are many buildings above, we haven't gone deeper in."
Lin Jin said.
"Yeah, yeah, it's pouring rain anyway, they can't go far."
Su Huan waved his hand indifferently.
The group arrived at Iron Old Man's room.
In a tin room at the very edge of the rooftop.
Unlike any shelter or settlement leader Su Huan had seen in his past life.
Not luxurious, rudimentary, even a bit shabby.
