Chapter 103 Rules
Seeing the naked exploitation and oppression before their eyes, if they were people with a strong sense of justice, they would probably have started to plan how to meddle in other people's business. But in Yan Xu's view, this was just a unique rule formed in the current era. Although it was full of cruelty and oppression, it had its reason and basis for existence.

The manager takes a cut, but he provides work to do, so many laborers are willing to be exploited.

The gangs are pulling in layers because they guard this territory and outsiders cannot interfere. Otherwise, a large number of laborers would come in and still have nothing to do.

So no matter whether it is teaching the manager a lesson or cracking down on gangs, the ones who suffer in the end are the coolies at the bottom of the society, because they are the only ones who have no ability to resist and no capital to withstand risks. If they have no work for three days, they have to go to the streets to beg, and then they are beaten to death by beggars because they do not follow the rules.

What's more, new managers will still draw lots, and new gangs will also draw lots. Unless Yan Xu has the ability to change the world and can formulate a set of rules that are as fair as possible to everyone, exploitation will never disappear, and at most it will be covered with a layer of civilized cloak.

Shaking his head, Yan Xu, who was no longer naive, understood that cruel rules were better than chaotic freedom, because the latter was the true law of the jungle. Therefore, he shifted his gaze to a corner of the dock, where was a small display of the truly cruel side of this world.

The four words "harvesting living things and dismembering them" represent countless bloody examples from ancient times to the present. Even in the modern world, this phenomenon was only eliminated after entering the new century. However, no one can guarantee whether this kind of thing has been completely eradicated.

What's even more frightening is that this phenomenon has a tendency to change its appearance. After all, the world is so big and there are so many perverts. There are really many people who like to collect human bodies, not to mention that with the development of organ transplantation technology, there is a trend towards commercialization.

In comparison, Hannibal, who only eats to satisfy his appetite, is nothing. How much can he eat? If he is given a prison for serious criminals, it will be enough for him to eat until retirement.

Compared to those inhumans who industrialize and commercialize flesh and blood, squeeze bones and suck marrow to make huge profits, ogres are not even younger brothers.

Yan Xu looked up and around, and sure enough, he saw a few beggars with healthy limbs staring at the disabled little beggars not far away. Every once in a while, a beggar would take away the money they begged to prevent kind-hearted people from seeing that there was too much money in the bowl and refusing to give them anything.

As for those little beggars, they only had half a bowl of water and a few mouthfuls of rotten food to barely keep them alive.

This group of people especially like prosperous and peaceful places, because such places are home to a group of people who have no worries about food and clothing. They have extra kindness and capital to do good deeds, which can allow beggars to make huge profits.

But in the eyes of those who understand, seeing this scene is more of a helplessness.

They knew that these little beggars were abducted and then tortured, but so what? There was nothing they could do except keep an eye on their children.

As for those who have lost their children, they cannot be found and no one cares.

Even if someone is lucky enough to find his own child, if he doesn't have any ability, the child will die. Do you really think these beggars are vegetarians? If you dare to touch their treasure bowl, they will certainly kill you.

Even if we report it to the police, if there were too many judges, they wouldn't all become famous throughout the ages. Not to mention that these beggars are like rats, they can't all be killed, so this kind of thing can't be stopped.

Even if someone is in charge, what can they do? What about the little beggars who have been rescued? They have no ability to take care of themselves. Who will take care of them? Where will the money and food come from? These are all troubles, and the government hates troubles the most, so turning a blind eye and collecting a tribute is the best way, which is also the tacit understanding and rule formed by both parties over a long period of time. Occasionally, there are people who see injustice, and at most they kill a few beggars who guard the little beggars. As for the leaders and those who collect money behind the scenes, there is nothing they can do. If things go wrong, they may even have to get involved. Otherwise, how dare these beggars be so blatant.

Not long after Yan Xu arrived, he saw the dark side hidden beneath the prosperity and hard work. He was in a bad mood, but he didn't know that he was being targeted.

Yan Xu knew that this world had a dark and cruel side, but since he had never experienced it personally, he only had a vague understanding of it, so he had no idea how conspicuous he was.

With his tall and strong figure, wearing a trench coat that looked expensive at first glance, and carrying two heavy suitcases, he was too eye-catching and had long been targeted as a fat sheep.

In fact, if he didn't look difficult to deal with, someone would have taken action against him long ago. Even so, there were still several groups of people secretly watching him.

However, the reason why these people finally decided to take action was that he had been focusing on those little beggars for too long.

An old beggar crushed the louse he had just caught to death, glanced at Yan Xu with a gloomy look, and immediately knew that this was a troublesome person, but there was really a lot of money to be made.

Hiding his greedy eyes, the old beggar calmly knocked on the broken bowl in front of him with the dog-beating stick in his hand. It seemed that he was begging for alms from passers-by, but in fact he was placing an order.

The stall owner who was cooking noodles with minced meat not far away was stirring the soup pot with a spoon, which made occasional clashing sounds against the edge of the pot.

After the noodles were served and added with enough ingredients, the stall owner picked up a full bowl and handed it to the coolie who was squatting on a wooden box. The coolie took a look at the noodles with thick sauce, tender meat and two halves of a boiled egg, chuckled, ate them in a few mouthfuls, wiped his mouth and went into a nearby alley. There was a yard there, and Uncle Wu San, who had planted the flag and stood on the stick at the dock, was there.

Today, Mr. Wu San took a job from an old beggar. The two of them joined forces to catch a big fat sheep. According to the rules, the harvest was split in half.

Both sides have done similar things many times. The beggars look for targets, and they are responsible for attacking them, putting them in sacks and hitting them with clubs, then packing them into boxes and shipping them away. They are very familiar with this routine.

At that time, not only could he obtain the other party's property, but he could also extort a ransom, so without much hesitation, he went out with a few of his men.

But when he saw the man, Master Wu changed his mind. The man was too strong, and even three or five people together might not be able to hold him down. If they made a big noise and frightened the foreigners, or even caused chaos at the dock, they would have to pay extra money to shut them up. So Master Wu decided to do it himself.

Uncle Wu San was able to gain a foothold at the dock and set up a business to recruit laborers, not just by being ruthless and aggressive, but also by having excellent skills, which were the basis for his livelihood. Therefore, he never gave up his kung fu, and was particularly good at close combat, and he was very skilled in using a short blade, so he was full of confidence, but he didn't know that he had hit a wall today.

Yan Xu felt compassion for the world and felt that his spiritual realm had been elevated. He was about to call a Japanese car to go to the concession to find a hotel to stay in, but he felt a stinging sound in his lower back, and at the same time, a hand covered with calluses and that looked rarely washed covered his mouth and nose.

(End of this chapter)