Zhou Zuo of Xichuan is not very tall, but his eyes are very godly. At this time, he is wearing a camouflage uniform, which looks nothing special. This camouflage uniform is everywhere in this slum, working outside, wearing this most dirty.

"How many years have you been in the standard sun?" Su Rui asked as she walked.

"Half a year." Zhou Zuo of Xichuan is not the kind of person who says little: "In the past six months, the standard sun has come a lot of people, and many people have died."

Suri nodded. "It's all the same. Everyone makes money by pinning their heads on their belts."

However, this...