The two men walked down the road in Block 13.
There were black market merchants selling things everywhere around.
“Brother Molin, don’t see them shouting slogans so brightly, but in fact, ninety percent of them are just some trash.”
Morton saw Lin Mo’s gaze glancing around.
So he opened his mouth and reminded Lin Mo.
“I know, it’s just a look.”
Lin Mo naturally knew that what Morton had said was true.
Generally people who were truly powerful would never sell their goods in the open.
Most of them had storefronts and such on Block 13.
“Our Block 13, ah, although our strength is the worst among the thirteen blocks.”
“But our territory is really the largest among the thirteen blocks.”
“Our Block 13 covers an area of 30,000 square kilometres alone, accounting for a tenth of the entire Death Island.”
A puzzled look appeared on Lin Mo’s face, “If 30,000 square kilometres, where are we now?”
“Our thirteen block’s are also divided, such as here still number one street.”
“And there are forty or fifty such streets in our thirteenth block.”
“So there are also areas planned out, such as the central area, the vending area, the red light area and other places.”
“In Block 13, there’s only what you can’t think of, there’s nothing we can’t do.”
“Even if you offer a big enough price, there are people who dare to get even a national treasure.”
Morton patiently explained the general division of Block 13 to Lin Mo.
“f*ck, who the hell is throwing objects from a height!”
Not far in front of him, a man looked at the beer bottle that had smashed down right in front of him.
He shouted angrily upstairs.
After seeing that no one was paying any attention to him, the man took a bazooka directly from the side.
“I’ll f*cking f*ck you!”
The rocket was fired directly and the entire upstairs was instantly reduced to rubble.
Lin Mo looked over with a slight frown, “He’s playing with heavy firepower like that, doesn’t he break the rules of Block 13?”
When Morton heard Lin Mo’s words, he shook his head with a smile.
“No, no, no, naturally, according to the rules, you can’t be so reckless.”
“But if there are two conditions to the premise, it’s actually not impossible to play like that.”
“Firstly, what’s wrong with people being a little angry when some guy throws a beer bottle down and even almost hits them.”
“It’s a bit too powerful to use rockets, but as long as he can afford to pay for it.”
“Then the escort won’t bother to dwell around on this crap.”
Morton’s gaze looked at Lin Mo: “In short, in Block 13, as long as you have the right to reason, you can do whatever you want.”
“We’re a black market here, and merchants are all about reason.”
As the two walked forward, Lin Mo’s eyes caught a place keenly.
The somewhat old and yellowing curtain of the door, the dusty doorway.
As well as a large plaque hanging above it.
Newbie Mall No. 403.
This was the other place Lin Mo was going to in Block 13.
Morton led Lin Mo towards Shop 403.
“The owner of Shop No. 403 is a big beauty, and Brother Molin you’re so handsome.”
“I think it’s perfectly fine to try to hook up, if you succeed you won’t have to work hard in this life.”
Morton’s words made Lin Mo smile faintly and refrained from answering.
If he really wanted to lie flat, he would have been able to do so a long time ago.
“By the way, why does it feel like no one has been here for a long time?”
Lin Mo looked at Morton and asked out loud.
The entrance to the 403 shop felt like no one had been here for years.
Morton also took a look at the floating ash at the entrance and laughed softly.
“Newcomers on top of Death Island are rare nowadays.”