"This is held by the city No. 22 big names specially helped the poor in our lower three districts get rid of poverty. As long as the game is successful, you can get a lot of money," said the young man.

"Then what do I need to do?" Qingchen asked.

"You need to be prey, and then there will be a big shot to chase you." The young man explained: "In 168 hours, you just need to try your best to survive in this city. You can't leave the city or fight back and kill people. As long as you last 168 hours, you can take 10 million away!"

In the Federation, 10 million is enough for a poor man to complete his class leap. At least he can go to the fifth and sixth districts to buy a small house. As long as he lives are not luxurious, he will be fine for his whole life.

The young man asked, "How about it, pay the protection fee or be a prey."

Qingchen said calmly: "I will pay the protection fee."

As he said that, he took out two thousand dollars from his wallet.

The young man's eyes lit up because he saw that there were hundreds of people in Qingchen's wallet.

However, these young people did not continue to get entangled, but just took the money and patted it in their hands: "It's a tactful person, brothers, please withdraw first!"

After saying that, they turned around and went out.

Qingchen thought, did these people just leave?

He looked at the cramped room, ten square meters, one bedroom and one bathroom, and there was almost nothing else except a dirty bed.

The water supply pipes in the Pigeon Building are still good, but the water has been broken long ago, so the toilet cannot be used.

The landlord simply blocked the toilet.

As he thought, a little head leaned in from outside the door. Qingchen looked at him and immediately shook his head in frightened.

That was the little boy who had stolen Qingchen's phone before, and the mechanical eyes on his eyes looked particularly abrupt.

"Come in and ask you a few questions, and you can give you money," said Qingchen.

The little boy, who was as thin as a match, walked in timidly: "What are you going to ask? One dollar of a question cannot be missed."

"What's your name? How old are you?" Qing Chen asked.

"Zhang Mengqian, 13 years old, these are two problems. I have to charge you two dollars!" said the little boy.

Qingchen frowned and looked at the little boy, then remained silent for two seconds and asked, "Where is your parents?"

Zhang Mengqian leaned against the wall, her voice was cold: "I don't have parents."

"I paid," Qingchen said.

Zhang Mengqian hesitated for a moment: "This question costs two yuan. I ran away from home from the seventh district. They booked the buyer and picked my kidneys when I turned fourteen."

Qingchen only felt his breathing stagnation.

It turns out that this is the inner world.

Master Li Shutong adopts so many orphans, not because he wants to fight in groups, but because he doesn’t adopt them, and some children really can’t survive.

Qingchen asked, "What are you doing with me?"

"I think you are different from the people here. I would like to remind you that the Hei Shui Society is very dark-hearted and you still have a lot of organs to sell. You shouldn't have come here," said Zhang Mengqian. "This is a reward for you to catch me but didn't beat me up."

Qingchen asked, "What will those Black Water Clubs treat me?"

"They will wait for four or five in the morning to touch your room, first anesthetize you, and then pick one of your kidneys," said Zhang Mengqian.

"I understand," Qingchen nodded.

"Why are you not afraid at all," Zhang Mengqian asked.

"I'm scared, I'm quite scared," Qingchen got up and walked out the door.

"You haven't paid yet," Zhang Mengqian said behind him, "Also, I'll give you a message. They must have deceived you into participating in the Cross Game. In fact, all the participants will die. The rich will use the most advanced weapons to hunt prey. Even if the prey survives for 168 hours, they will definitely die, because they don't really intend to pay 10 million to an ant."

This child has unexpectedly precocious puberty, and when talking about the things in the next three districts, he is also very knowledgeable.

Qingchen took out a hundred yuan from his wallet and handed it to Zhang Mengqian. The other party stuffed it directly into his crotch, and then he felt relieved that he would not show any abnormality when walking.

To this day, the slums in the world, with such a developed technology and network, still use paper money, just because it is still the safest way to avoid taxes and launder money under big data monitoring.

At this time, Qingchen walked past a door and saw five people inside with brain-computer interfaces, sitting quietly, making painful sounds from time to time.

"What are these people doing?" Qing Chen asked.

Zhang Mengqian glanced at it and replied as if nothing had happened: "They were hired by merchants, connected the brain with brain computers, and then used the brain's computing power to mine in the blockchain. Merchants rented them equipment and paid them their wages. This way of making money is quite simple, it's just that they die quickly."

"These people look very young, but their brains are overwhelmed. They usually die under thirty."

Qingchen turned around and walked out of the dove cage along the stairs. The little boy asked behind him, "Where are you going?"

“Go to work.”
Chapter completed!