After Li Weixin and the other two took a taxi to the northern district, they looked at the low buildings that were only five to six stories tall and could not help but flash with relief.
If this was in Zhongzhou City, it was basically very difficult to find such a suitable place to commit a crime.
Even the usually timid Li Weixin's lackey's eyes flashed with bloodlust.
In order to let them live, what did it matter if some country bumpkins died?
Of course, although they looked down on these country bumpkins in Jiangzhou City very much, they did not really kill people openly on the streets.
Instead, he found a clothing shop and bought brown wasteland traveler clothes unique to Jiangzhou City.
"Damn it! I've never worn such clothes in my life!"
"It's worth it for these bumpkins to die."
