Chapter 172
How to Survive in a Harsh World (1)
Whoo-oong!
A chilly Siberian city.
Inside a pristine building, a man in a black suit flung the door open! and entered.
“Zahar, bro!”
The gruff, bald man’s name was Pavel.
Zahar’s younger brother, notorious for being fierce in this region.
“What is it?”
Zahar, with a face full of beard, unlike his brother, asked.
“Word is, some Eastern foreign men and women are approaching our building.”
“Foreigners?”
Zahar frowned.
This city, ‘Krasnoyarsk,’ was already finished.
With no one walking the streets, deserted, and no stores operating, how could the city function?
The government had given up, and criminal organizations were rampant.
Citizens had to join organizations to survive.
In other words, everyone here was basically affiliated with a gang.
“Coming to a place like this without fear? They can’t be tourists. What’s their purpose?”
“I wouldn’t know. But the fact that they’re coming our way feels ominous, doesn’t it?”
Even if the city was ruined.
Countless organizations existed here.
But to come to our base?
“What’s their aura like?”
“I don’t know. Too far to tell. What should we do?”
“Hmm.”
Zahar tapped the table with his finger, pondering.
“I think they’re here because of that Dungeon this time……”
“Then they should go to that Dungeon, why come here?”
“Tell the guys to stand by for now.”
A treacherous city.
In order to survive in this place surrounded by criminal organizations, vigilance is essential.
So many organizations have been wiped out by sudden ambushes that it’s hard to count on ten fingers.
