Although Old Hank had difficulty with his legs and feet, he still insisted on guiding Casillas and led him to a fire.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Casillas." Old Hank looked at a few pieces of black bread being baked on the fire and showed an awkward smile: "We wanderers don't have anything to entertain you."

Although he has the skin of a fifteen-year-old, Casillas has no discomfort with being called sir.

"Just give me a bowl of water." He waved his hand and said nonchalantly.

A young man held an undamaged white porcelain bowl filled with clear stream water and carefully placed it in front of Casillas.

He nodded and said thank you.

After taking a sip of water from the bowl as a courtesy, Casillas got down to business:

"I heard that the Duan Town tax collectors came again, so I came over to take a look. I met these guys on the road and killed six or seven of them, and the rest were missing."

Dodge had hay under his butt and was sitting next to his old father. When he heard him say in an understatement that he had killed six or seven people, he couldn't help but raise his eyes and look at Casillas with shocked eyes.

Casillas didn't care about his gaze and said with a smile: "These people don't take my words to heart. Of course they have to pay the price. The first time I didn't kill them. Now I will kill every one I see." .”

"I want other people to understand that those who disobey will pay a heavy price, so that what I say will have weight, don't you think?"

Casillas looked at Old Hank's old face and cloudy eyes with half-smiling eyes.

"Of course, Mr. Casillas is right." Old Hank nodded, and in the blind spot of his vision, he pulled his son with his hand to make him move his eyes away.

"I heard that, old Hank, you were also a noble before. Is that true?"

Casillas is still a little curious about this.

"Haha, that's all in the past, don't mention it, don't mention it." Old Hank's face flickered under the light of the fire: "Even if I was really a nobleman, I am no longer. Just a bum and dying.”

Casillas could see that Old Hank really looked like he was going to die soon.

"The wild dogs did come before. They gathered us together and said they wanted to kill you, Mr. Casillas."

Old Hank talked about what just happened:

"Fortunately, the two guard guys they left behind before they succeeded also ran away. We were lucky. Although some people were injured, they were not serious."

Having said this, Old Hank's cloudy eyes seemed to gradually brighten up. He stared at Casillas's face and asked word by word:

"We are grateful for Mr. Casillas' help, but old Hank, I really want to know why Mr. Casillas wants to help us."

"What do you want from us homeless people who have nothing?"

Facing Old Hank's question, Casillas laughed twice and said nothing.

The atmosphere fell silent for a while.

Dodge was a little nervous. The middle-aged man's hand was hidden in the dark, and he complained in his heart about why his old father asked such a question so bluntly. What if he was dissatisfied?

This young man in black clothes is not an easy character to talk to.

The other wanderers consciously did not come close. Although Old Hank had never given orders as a leader and always discussed everything with the big guys, in their hearts, he was the well-deserved leader of these thousands of people.

"Then you spent so long to establish such a little order. What do you want to gain?"

Casillas finally spoke and asked directly.

"To tell you the truth," Old Hank returned to his old, sleepy look at the beginning: "When I started, I just wanted to gather a group of people together. When there are more people, we can help each other. And I’m getting older now. If I hadn’t built a place like this, I’m afraid my old bones would have been rotting in the ground for several years.”

"I helped them, they

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