Morton's face was filled with joy.

"Huh? Did it scare you?"

Lin Mo looked at Morton and asked curiously.

In a place like Dead Island, would anyone be intimidated by talking behind their backs?

Morton's face suddenly became anxious.

"Be scared?"

"How is it possible, Mr. Morton, I have never been afraid of anything since I was a child."

"But Brother Maureen, you really can't speak behind other people's backs on Dead Island."

"why?"

Morton recalled a scene he had experienced before.

The fat body suddenly shivered.

"Because Dead Island mostly talks behind my back to die for me."

"Then there was a steady stream of gunshots."

"If I didn't come out today without a firearm, Brother Morin, I would have turned around and shot just now."

An apologetic smile appeared on Lin Mo's face.

"Sorry, I don't know the rules."

Morton waved his hand: "It doesn't matter, after all, Brother Morin, you are new here."

"Let me tell you, our No. 13 block is much safer than other blocks."

"You don't know that block nine, there is no sound at all on the street."

"Everyone who goes out should always be alert with firearms in their hands."

After speaking, Morton proudly pointed to the aisle of Block 13.

"Look at our No. 13 block, although everyone is more cautious."

"But at most, it's a small submachine gun like Uzi with a self-defense pistol on it."

"And our security is also very strict, maintaining a life-for-life penalty."

"As long as you kill someone, then you will die too."

"So in our No. 13 block, as long as you don't have any enemies of life and death, you can still walk with confidence."

Looking at Morton's proud appearance, Lin Mo was speechless for a moment.

He certainly couldn't tell Morton when he was in China.

People on the street were laughing and laughing one by one, and there was even a phenomenon of chasing and coaxing.

"Um... just... great?"

Lin Mo thought about it for a long time before he came up with this compliment.

The smile on Morton's face became more intense, and he directly hugged Lin Mo's shoulder.

The smile on his face gradually turned sleazy.

"Brother Maureen, you don't know, in addition to safety, there is another best place in our No. 13 block."

"Relax."

"Our thirteenth block has the largest... red light district in the entire Dead Island!"

"It covers an area of ​​100 square kilometers, and everyone who goes in doesn't want to come out at all."

Morton winked at Lin Mo twice.

"How about it, do you want to try it together?"

Facing Morton's invitation, Lin Mo originally wanted to reject him neatly.

After all, the red light district sounds nice.

But it is a large gathering place for whoring prostitutes.

When he was in China, Lin Mo rarely saw information about arresting a large number of prostitutes in the red light district.

And he is a grand master, going to the red light district?

Spreading it out can make the prince, the guy, laugh at him to death.

"And the red light district is the best place to get information."

Lin Mo thought for a while.

Since ancient times, it seems that only brothels and restaurants are the places where you want to know more information.

"And there are pubs in the red light district. How about we go for a drink?"

"As the saying goes, brothers are to be beaten together, carry guns together, and prostitute together...cough cough cough."

"We are simply drinking a little wine and asking for information by the way."

Morton's words were like the straw that broke the camel's back.

"Let's go, I also think it's good for the red light district to inquire about information." JrNovels.com