Naming Technique of the Night

Speaking, he said to the Parent Association Members: "Search, don't let the Black Water Gang in this building escape. Xiao Qi, take people to uproot the Black Water's headquarters too, there are only thirty or so people left there."

The young man named Xiao Qi beamed: "Alright, just you wait."

This Xiao Qi is also a Time Traveler. Ever since he started following Luo Wanya, he has been working diligently. In just two or three months, he changed to a Porsche 911 Targa in the Outer World.

At this moment, Zhang Mengchan looked at the burly fat man issuing orders outside the door and couldn't quite wrap his mind around it.

A gang war?

Such a coincidence?

The little boy saw Luo Wanya's gloomy expression and thought that this actually had nothing to do with him. He didn't know how many times the management of the Pigeon Cage Building had changed, but each time it changed, there wasn't too much difference. It was just that protection fees sometimes increased, sometimes decreased.

At this time, Luo Wanya glanced at Zhang Mengchan with a fierce expression, scaring the little boy to retreat repeatedly.

The next moment, Zhang Mengchan saw the fat man silently enter the room after everyone else had left, and chuckled softly at Qing Chen: "Before, I was worried if you were injured after escaping, but it seems you weren't. How do you think I performed?"

It was obvious that Luo Wanya had earned full trust. He knew Qing Chen's identity at this moment and even knew of the little boy's existence.

Zhang Mengchan stared blankly at this scene.

He looked at Luo Wanya, then at the gentle Qing Chen.

"Right on time," Qing Chen said with a smile: "Go do your work, by the way, from today on, replace the Black Water Gang to manage this Pigeon Cage Building and collect this month's protection fees first."

"Ah?" Luo Wanya paused, didn't the boss previously say that discipline and principles should be maintained? Why now is everyone engaging in gang activities?

This doesn't quite align with what the boss said before.

This Pigeon Cage Building is home to the poorest people in the entire Federation.

"You also know, the Black Water Gang has management above them in the city, half of the protection fee they collect is tribute. If this money is cut off, you won't be able to stand firm in City 22," Qing Chen said: "Lao Luo, we don't have the ability to change all this yet, so we can only adapt to it first. This change cannot be too slow; we only seize the day but can't be too fast either. To redefine it, one must first learn to endure."

Luo Wanya agreed: "Understood."

Qing Chen said: "Additionally, treat the poor here no differently, other gangs collect protection fees; if you don't, it will make you seem unfit. If you're overly kind to the residents here from the start, one day you slip, they'll all jump out to criticize you, but if you change from bad to good, they'll remember it in their hearts. This world is so ironic, excessively kind to villains, excessively harsh to good people. Doing good deeds doesn't mean sacrificing your enthusiasm and spirit all at once; that would only hurt you."

Luo Wanya pondered for a moment and asked: "Then what do we do with the protection fees collected? Didn't you previously mention a new method for incorporating the slums?"

Qing Chen laughed: "Follow what I say, and you'll know after a while..."

He whispered instructions, Zhang Mengchan watched in bewilderment.

Luo Wanya took advantage of the empty hallway to leave; he had a lot to do from today onwards.

After he left, Qing Chen turned to Zhang Mengchan, smiled and said: "Is it possible to join me now?"

Zhang Mengchan felt a bit absurd; he was so frightened of the Black Water Gang just now, but in a blink of an eye, they all became dead.

These people committed numerous atrocities, harming so many in the slums; naturally, their death was not regrettable.

But the key is that the person he evaluated as "gentle" turned out to be the one orchestrating the whole event.

Zhang Mengchan hesitated: "Who are you?"

Qing Chen went to the window, opened it, and let the piercing winter wind pour in, clearing the stuffy air inside.

The wind ruffled Zhang Mengchan's hair, making him feel incredibly clear and bright.

Qing Chen stood by the window, thought for a moment, and said: "You can call me boss, like the others.

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...

The Arts Group smoothly collected protection fees in the Pigeon Cage Building.

The people here were already accustomed to the protection fee model; they didn't care who collected it, as long as they weren't being hacked every day after paying.

The Black Water Gang wasn't a major gang anyway; they controlled only this one building.

Everything was starting from here.

A pleasant surprise was that protection fees were one sum of money, while some savings were also found at the Black Water Gang's headquarters.

By the afternoon, Zhang Qinghuan first took a sack of money to offer tribute to the PCE Security Management Committee. Those officials were curious about how the Black Water Gang was wiped out but seeing Zhang Qinghuan being so understanding, didn't dwell on it.

At this moment, these detectives weren't yet aware of the impending events in the Ninth District and its profound future impact.

Without a major event, they might not visit District Three several times in a year.

With that time, they'd rather go to the Fourth District to find a girl.

By evening, everyone in the Ninth District slums saw an elevator maintenance vehicle enter.

It was odd; every building in the Ninth District indeed had elevators, but all were broken. No one would repair them.

Moreover, maintenance personnel were themselves worried about the security in the Ninth District, so they wouldn't dare come.