Twin Cities: observer system

Under the winding ravines and canyons————

It's dark and damp.

Huge pipes transport industrial wastewater indiscriminately, filling and polluting the place.

Accompanied by the stench of the underground sewer, in this harsh environment, there stands a giant steel beast.

Covered in rust and surrounded by gray haze, green alchemical gas constantly spews out of its body.

Those are clay jars standing above the factory.

In this underground city with strange sights, outside a shop called Lao Zhuolang Repair Shop, a young man wearing a linen robe is holding an oily wrench and fiddling with the huge mechanical arm in front of him.

Three strange glass tubes, filled with dark green liquid, were inserted into the central slot of the metal swing arm.

As the boy continued to tinker with it, bubbles rose in the glass tube and the dark green liquid began to boil, gradually changing its color from green to red, like boiling and burning blood.

Seeing this, the young man took two steps back vigilantly, then squinted his eyes and looked at the metal swing arm in front of him. The swing arm, which was half the size of him, began to twitch on its own under the burning red liquid. Amid the rumbling sound, the young man laughed and let out a sigh, then reached out to wipe the sweat from his forehead.

"Well, it looks like it can be repaired, but how could it be damaged like this? No, he has to pay me more. A small piece of Bol metal is about seven copper coins, so he has to give me at least ten more copper coins."

"I won't cheat him. Considering the time spent buying the metal, he should at least be charged an extra two coppers, right?"

Lin Wen touched the center of the swing arm with the tip of his shoe, and then his leather boots tapped the red button in the center of the swing arm. The bubbles in the glass tube dissipated, and the color of the liquid changed from red to green.

Then the huge metal swing arm fell silent.

Lin Wen stretched out his hand, easily lifted the huge metal swing arm with one hand, and then walked into the Zhuolang Repair Shop.

"You little brat, I've told you so many times that you are not allowed to take private jobs without my consent! Aren't you afraid that this will bring you trouble? I've told you so many times that you are not allowed to take jobs from those thugs and gangsters privately!!!"

Lin Wencai walked into the store wearing boxing gloves. In front of him, there was a clanging sound, and a thin middle-aged man with a bad smell appeared in front of Lin Wen, as if he had just walked out of a pile of iron.

It was the smell of motor oil, mixed with the metallic odor of burning iron filings.

Walking straight to the cashier counter, he first saw a pile of "garbage" on the table, and then he pushed them all away angrily.

"Take it easy, Zhuolang, those things you threw away are all my treasures!" Lin Wen shouted dissatisfiedly.

"Shut up, you bastard, you trouble maker, you idiot, you pig, you filthy, rancid stone beetle, you lonely stone who only knows how to eat."

He didn't stop talking and continued to swear at Lin Wen with dirty words.

Seeing this, Lin Wen ignored Lao Zhuolang and walked into a room. Lin Wen first hung the metal swing fist on the wall. Then Lin Wen walked out of the room, looked at Lao Zhuolang, and said, "For repairing this boxing glove, I can receive a total of one silver coin and twenty copper coins."

"This price is quite good." Old Zhuolang, who was still scolding Lin Wen, suddenly changed his attitude, touched his chin and nodded.

"I can give you fifty copper coins, and the rest will be mine." Lin Wen said tentatively.

"Get out!!! I raised you and taught you for five years? You still dare to bargain with me? Are you itching for trouble again, little brat?" Upon hearing the voice, Zhuo Lang roared loudly again, and even grabbed a heavy object in front of him and threw it straight at Lin Wen.

Seeing this, Lin Wen pouted and dodged easily, then stretched out his hands to Zhuolang, with four fingers on each hand. Lin Wen continued, "Okay, okay, then to thank old Zhuolang for raising me, I will give you eighty coppers?"

"No, brat, I want that silver coin."

"Haha, you are such a greedy old guy."

"Same here, you little brat." Seeing Lin Wen standing there scratching his head in frustration, Lao Zhuolang laughed as if he had won a victory.

Lin Wen did not resist either.

It's just a silver coin. Although Old Zhuolang is a little irritable and greedy, Lin Wen knows how good he is to him.

Old Zhuolang was just a guy who wasn't good at expressing himself. Lin Wen knew very well that the reason he asked for a silver coin was because of the rules.

As an "apprentice", Lin Wen took the job from the gangster without permission. The other party said he would pay him a silver coin, but it was still a question whether he would really pay him. However, if Lao Zhuolang intervened in the matter, things would be different. It would become that Lin Wen took the job under the instructions of Lao Zhuolang. If the other party refused to pay, Lao Zhuolang could step in.

In this black street, Lao Zhuolang is also a ruthless character.

Otherwise, how could a repair shop be opened in a place like this?

"By the way, Vander wants to see you."

After laughing for a while, Zhuolang suddenly became serious again. He looked at Lin Wen and muttered, "Did you make a mistake again? Lin Wen Lorant, I have warned you countless times that you are not allowed to hang out with those kids in his tavern. You must know that you are different from them!"

"Yeah, yeah, of course I know."

Here we go again, that familiar old Zhuolang routine.

Lin Wen lowered his head, picked up the "garbage" that Zhuolang had swept down earlier, and then said: "Because they have no brains, they only have fists, but I am different, I am a brain person, I am very smart.

So if there is a chance, I will try to climb up to that golden and glorious city, and stay away from this bottomless gutter covered by haze.

I can no longer be called a gutter rat by the people in the upper city, but become a superior person. I can also wear a leather skirt and long boots like an aristocrat. In that case, you, as my adoptive father, can also benefit from it. "

"Their future can only be to become a gangster in the lower city, or to become a drug dealer, doing dangerous jobs. If they want a better life, they can become a sweatshop worker at the docks in the upper city, but they must learn to endure the discriminatory looks and words of the people of Piltover."

"That's enough, Zhuolang. You have told me this countless times, and I have answered you countless times."

Lin Wen rolled his eyes and put his treasures into a sack.

The upper city? When he first came to this world, Lin Wen was full of rejection of the environment of the lower city and yearned for the upper city.