After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World - Chapter 234

Chapter 234: Another Altercation (Part 2)
The group of four ran to a familiar slum area and to a small makeshift hut to see their old friend. To be honest, there was an element of smugness here because they kind of wanted to show off how well-off they were now, despite being so pitiful just a few days prior.

However, what they got into was not the scene they expected.

The son was indeed without consciousness, but on his back was a large foot owned by a huge man with a mocking smile.

Beside him were eight more people. They recognized a few as the guards from the entrance. Worse, they brought more ‘manpower’ with them.

Their hearts paused.

“The boss wants your products,” Brong said, chewing an Alteran jerky he had. He closed his eyes and savored its taste, and when his eyes opened he just looked even greedier.

Dog scoffed, glaring, even when his legs were a little shaky, “Heh, that lord finally lost his patience eh?”

Crow furrowed his eyebrows. His ego and success had flooded his head!

So much for being a genius!

And they… they really should’ve known better!

They turned their heads to the auntie who was sobbing, not daring to look at them. And they were more certain in their hearts that this was a trap.

Hey, of course, it was a trap. Were they still in denial?

Damn them for being stupid!!

Rowan was not with them now, and they were in the slums. In this place, no one went against these bastards at all!

They don’t know what happened with the first thousands of settlers of this territory but they seemed to have fear of these gangsters ingrained in their hearts. Obviously, if everyone banded together, they’d be able to fight these people off right?!

“Well, get out all the items you had in stock. As well as the gold you earned from our people.”

The three’s hairs rose in anger, “Dream!!!!!” They yelled and the big man cracked his knuckles in response. Without any warning, he sent the same knuckle into Dog’s face.

The young lad was thrown back, gasping with a bloodied nose.

“Dog!!” The others couldn’t react immediately and could only run to him, lifting his head up.

Brong and the others laughed at them, “Still not giving it to us?”

Sunny, whose eyes were tearing a little, held on to Dog, looking heartbroken before whipping her head to glare at Brong. “It seems you forgot you have no chance against our soldiers!”

This made the gangster pause, but only for a bit. Instead of backing away, they only laughed at her.

“Pfft! How many are you, how many are we? This is our territory! Didn’t you know that the dragon still had to give way to the snake in its own home?!”

The trio paled. Indeed, the lord of a territory was extremely protected in their scope. They weren’t sure if Rowan and the others could handle it!

Even if they could, what if the lord kicked out Rowan and the other strong men? What would they—who could be left behind for free beating—do??

The remaining goons quickly held back the three youngins, pulling them apart, and hitting different parts of their bodies.

However, they were not like before—they were much stronger and braver now, and they managed to turn it into a fight.

Crow avoided a punch and kicked someone’s shin, and Dog made a quick follow-up by headbutting the person.

“GYA!”

They took advantage of the momentum to damage another gangster.

Of course, even if they improved their strengths and had a lot more fights in them, they were still no match for hard-skinned gangsters who fought for a living.

“I see you got some fight in you,” Brong said, but then more people stood up and it became one-to-three.

Very soon, all they could do was defend themselves and curl up like turtles.

Some men also pulled Sunny away. She squealed and cried, with Dog and Crow yelling for her but was pushed back violently by a flurry of kicks and punches. She wanted to vomit at the grubby hands touching her body, trying to get into her clothing.

“No!!” She cried, but the hands only groped more hurriedly, and she looked around for help, only to see the others being beaten up helplessly.

She was beginning to lose hope.

She sobbed.

“Someone, please—”

“Hehe. No one would dare save you, silly girl!” A man yelled, grabbed her face with his grubby hand.

Sunny could only cry desperately as the man’s hand crept down her shirt.

However, before the disgusting hands could do anything else, the door abruptly opened, followed by a loud bellow.

“STOP IT!”

Their eyes brightened at the new voice, but she was not expecting its source at all.

It was Matthew, as clean and well-put as always in those seemingly unlimited supply of long-sleeved high-neck polos of his. “Let them go.”

Brungo paused and looked at him, wondering if he was serious. Matthew looked back at him and sent him a warning stare, “I will kick you out if you do any more.”

Brungo’s eyebrows rose in disbelief and he gritted his teeth, glaring. “You—”

“Are you listening or not?”

Brong thought for a while and frowned. He sneered, before sending Mathew a glare, not forgetting to give them one last kick before leaving the hut.

The two lads groaned, but not without laboriously turning their heads to look at the newcomer, eyes filled with befuddlement.

Matthew paused to look at them, not speaking for a while, “I want them out safely in a minute.” He said, before leaving again. The door shut and the air was still—it was as if he wasn’t there.

Except for aunties’ sobs, the air of silence remained in the room. The trio looked at each other.

Matthew? He saved them? After sending goons after them?

Crow naturally hated the man who was part of his beautiful aunt’s brutal murder.

Did he have to set up such a show to get their approval?

What the hell is he up to?