In the cold alley opposite the temporary hut.
The two men, one tall and one short, one thin and one fat, watched all this silently.
They were all wearing black trench coats.
On the top of his head was a windbreaker that was a little too big to fit his head.
At the end of the hat, a black silk scarf like a bird's feather drooped down, indicating their identity as the " black scarf gang.
The tall man coughed heavily and said in a gloomy tone, "
although it's an old district that no one cares about, they really don't put us, the black Scarface gang, in ...
There was a slap.
He was punched in the head, and even his hat was knocked off.
"Idiot."
The short fatty cursed in a low voice,
"Why aren't you picking up the hat?"
The tall and thin man dejectedly bent down to pick up the hat, his face full of indignation.
The short fatty sneered, "
