Chapter 896

In the shop, no one would ask about the source of goods, and no one would come to rob—that was the rule. It was only after leaving and purchasing some items in the shop with a stack of Japanese Yen that Bai Lang realized where he was. "Nakano District?" He looked at the map, feeling a bit dazed. "Isn't this right next to Dong Jing Du? I vaguely remember this should be part of Dong Jing Du. Is it Chiba or something?"

Bai Lang wasn't too surprised by this change. "In any case, it's probably another world with Dong Jing as the background," he muttered. He walked a hundred meters out into the lawless zone, and immediately someone pulled a gun to rob him. The people on the side dodged the line of fire very skillfully, acting as if nothing had happened. "Is this place this chaotic? I thought I was in the U. S.? Even on the streets of Chicago, Philadelphia, or San Francisco, they aren't this arrogant."

However, one look at the other party's appearance, and he immediately understood. Looking at that sallow, gaunt face, the broken pistol, and the emaciated body, it all indicated the fact that this robber was a fellow Daoist. "Ah, fellow Daoist, I can totally understand the robbery," Bai Lang said. Then, his figure flickered, and he casually took the gun from the other person's hand. "Good stuff, a Browning M1911A. With that physique of yours, you can still pull the trigger?"

He flicked his finger—no need for an air bullet, that would be too shocking. After a flick of his index finger, this fellow Daoist's head and body flew out directly. After flying horizontally for three or four meters, he hit the wall, slid down, and slumped on the ground, leaving a trail of blood on the wall. Dead or alive? Bai Lang indicated he didn't care at all. Was a fellow Daoist even human? Moreover, this Nakano District was clearly not right; it looked like a place that didn't care much about the law.

Recalling the tropes in Japanese manga, Bai Lang was even more convinced that this place was probably the trash can of Ri Ben, a pure lawless zone—"Due to the government's incompetence, it went out of control, so they just threw everything they didn't want to see into it and sealed the outside, pretending it didn't exist." Sure enough, evidence of his thought arrived—not far away on the highway, there was a high barbed-wire cement wall. There was a gap in the highway here, but it had barbed wire and a machine-gun fortification not far away.

The height of the cement wall was over ten meters, and on top was a Y-shaped barbed wire fence over a meter high. Looking left and right, it should be a continuous wall sealing the entire area. Fortunately, there was no interruption of water or electricity. Bai Lang felt that communications were likely self-contained, physically isolated from Ri Ben's telecommunications network.

There were probably hundreds of thousands of people here? Maybe even a million? As far as Bai Lang could see, as long as ordinary people were careful and lucky, it wasn't impossible to survive. There was even a very twisted prosperity here—many things that shouldn't appear in Ri Ben, things that couldn't be bought outside, could be bought here. Similarly, this was also where the truly capable Yakuza brothers of Ri Ben lived and made big money. "Outside, they are cats; here, they are tigers."

Bai Lang's money was enough for him to live in a small house here—there were many empty detached houses here. As long as you moved in and paid the water and electricity bills, plus a "registration protection fee," you would naturally become the owner of the house. It had to be said that the gangs entrenched locally did a good job with the aftermath. After the previous owner died, the whole room was cleaned very thoroughly. They even thoughtfully left and repaired basic furniture, which actually included a refrigerator, air conditioner, water heater, and TV...

At night, Bai Lang saw many muscular men and women in revealing clothing wandering the streets, and there was no shortage of direct conflicts. "Oh, fist to flesh. Isn't this killing someone? It's fine to kill?" Bai Lang gained a further understanding of this lawless zone.

He had already been staying here for a week, basically spending the whole day idling about in the commercial district, though he did manage to pick up quite a bit of information. "It is indeed just as I guessed; this is a lawless place in Japan, but it is also a 'paradise' for fighters. To think that in this day and age, there are still fighters saying they want to unify this or that place—didn't that just end in failure, with the person even disappearing?"

Bai Lang knew there were many perverts hiding here who couldn't stay outside—the intersections didn't have many restrictions on people coming in, but they were extremely strict on people going out. Among these perverts were guys who loved to kill, and here, these people were like fish in water, killing and being killed—for example, Bai Lang had pinched to death a murderer. This guy was two meters tall and didn't look like a good person. When Bai Lang met him, this guy had just stabbed a suit-wearing, tattooed brother from the underworld.

Bai Lang even recognized the deceased; this guy was a member of a gang maintaining order nearby, a gray person who was neither good nor bad, and now he had been stabbed to death. The big man's face was twisted, looking to be in a state of extreme excitement, and he was making strange laughing sounds and muttering to himself as he rushed toward Bai Lang. So, Bai Lang pulled off his head along with his spine... "What a lunatic!" Throwing the bloody spine along with the head on it to the side, Bai Lang reached a conclusion.

The body was just left there, and the next day, it was indeed gone, even the bloodstains had disappeared. The Nakano District was a "non-existent" place in other parts of Ri Ben; even though it was near Dong Jing, the vast majority of Dong Jing residents didn't know such a place existed. Bai Lang had no interest in unifying the Nakano District, nor did he have any interest in staying in this dangerous, disorderly place—so, on a dark and windy night, he climbed the wall and ran.

Even with searchlights, they couldn't stop a man who was like the wind.

Before leaving, Bai Lang visited the nearby gang headquarters and borrowed some money—not much, just a sack. "Consider it my service fee." Bai Lang carried the money and disappeared onto the dark highway; the surveillance cameras didn't detect him at all.

There were still quite a few cars on the road, and Bai Lang stuck out his thumb to hitch a ride, but failed. "Sigh, human indifference has reached this point." Who would dare to stop for a man with a face full of explosive beard and burnt eyebrows, looking like a fierce man-eating tiger at night? "Sigh, I am a good person; I really don't want to be like this." The next second, Bai Lang stood directly in the middle of the highway, evil rising from his heart, preparing to block the road and rob.

A K-car drove over, really not daring to hit the person. It tried to go around left and right, but it seemed unable to get around this sturdy big man, so it stopped and tried to reverse. Bai Lang caught up in a few steps. "Friend, why be like this!" ===== CHAPTER 897 =====