Naming Technique of the Night

Chapter 909: 560, Art ah! _2

So, elevator maintenance vehicles have always been rare visitors here.

Under the escort of the art club, the vehicle arrived in front of the Pigeon Cage Building, and many people on the street watched as the maintenance personnel went in for repairs.

The art club even assigned people to guard their maintenance vehicle, otherwise, when they finished repairing the elevator, they might find all four wheels gone, and maybe even the engine.

The scene outside the Pigeon Cage Building startled many people, who didn’t know what was happening.

Two hours later, night fell.

The maintenance personnel came out of the building and said to Xiao Qi, “The elevator is actually not a big issue, it’s just that no one came to repair it after it broke down, the hardware is all fine.”

After sending off the elevator maintenance personnel, in the dead of night, another “Blue Shield Surveillance” vehicle arrived, starting to install surveillance in the Pigeon Cage Building.

Surveillance was installed in the elevator, the safety passage, and at the end of each corridor.

Furthermore, they installed surveillance on the rooftop to monitor high-altitude littering over the outer walls.

The people of the Ninth District laughed, was someone actually trying to install surveillance here? This was a joke.

Even the PCE Security Management Committee’s surveillance couldn’t last a night here!

Just installing these cameras kept them busy from 8 pm to 1 am.

As expected, at around two in the morning, a few young people jumped in the elevator, making it creak, and flipped the bird at the surveillance cameras.

These youths lived on the fifth floor, they didn’t care if the people upstairs had an elevator, as they didn’t need it anyway.

Luo Wanya stood in the monitoring room and asked Zhang Mengchan beside him, “What are they up to?”

Zhang Mengchan said, “These are gamblers who usually go out stealing things. They were caught in the Sixth District before and ended up severing the owner’s tendons, recently hiding in the Ninth District not daring to go out. No firearms.”

Luo Wanya nodded, “Xiao Qi, go, 10 days.”

As a result, five minutes later, Xiao Qi was already at their door alone.

In that ten square meter room, seven people were crammed in, all howling incoherently as Xiao Qi fought them, their cries so miserable the whole building could hear.

In the safety passage, the recently repaired sound-control lights flickered on and off without pause.

It was extremely pitiful.

At around four in the morning, a few more youths recklessly approached the hallway camera and smashed it with a stick.

Luo Wanya stood in the monitoring room and asked Zhang Mengchan, “What’s with these people?”

The little boy said, “These guys specialize in dismantling others’ mechanical limbs, no firearms.”

It turned out that at least half of the people in the slums were relatively honest; they were truly at their wit’s end and had no choice but to live there, even though they were bullied.

On the other hand, some were criminals; they couldn’t go anywhere else. This small group was the most violent and destructive.

While Xiao Qi was still beating people, a call came in, and Luo Wanya said on the phone, “Room 7809, 10 days.”

He smiled at the few youths in front of him and said, “You should thank the kind residents of the 78th floor, otherwise you’d endure more. By the way, for the matter of damaging public property, remember to pay up; I’ll be back to collect it tomorrow.”

Xiao Qi was precise with his blows, targeting tough, thick-skinned areas, each punch non-lethal but painful.

When Luo Wanya said 10 days, it meant that these people wouldn’t be able to get out of bed for 10 days.

Luo Wanya had no intention of indulging these people. Inside the entire Pigeon Cage Building, including him, were four C-Class experts and twenty-eight D-Class quasi-law enforcement warriors, ready to respond to any action against violence at any time.

He knew that the people in the Ninth District would temporarily not accept what they were doing.

When he asked Qing Chen how to do these things, Qing Chen only gave one answer: Use methods these people can accept to make them accept it.

Qing Chen neither avoided talking about the evil that would arise in this process nor hid behind Luo Wanya to let him make the decision alone while he stood back pretending to be pure-hearted.

In his view, this was his task to accomplish, so naturally, he’d make the decisions.

He didn’t mind getting blood on his hands.

As dawn broke, Zhang Qinghuan sat in the temporary monitoring room nodding off, feeling that Luo Wanya and his group seemed to work tirelessly; it was exhausting just watching them.

Xiao Qi came back excitedly: “Lao Luo, what’s next for us?”

Luo Wanya thought for a moment and said, “During the day, escort another batch over to repair the sewage system and replace the aging circuits. The day after tomorrow, start having those violent elements clean inside the whole building and keep it tidy.”

Xiao Qi was dumbfounded for a long time: “…Isn’t this property management?”

Luo Wanya chuckled, “Have you seen a property management fee this high?”

A ten-square-meter Pigeon Cage room charged 2,000 yuan per month, even giving up half meant 1,000 yuan.

Taking out the property costs, Luo Wanya and his team would earn at least 70%-80% profit.

The previous gangs didn’t even want to spend that 20% cost, nor did they want to engage in such “demeaning” business; they dealt in risk-free lucrative trades.

But Luo Wanya was merely shaving a bit off the profit margin.

Qing Chen had previously done the math for Luo Wanya; the entire city’s Third Subdistricts gathered about 50% of the city’s population, each district had nearly a thousand such Pigeon Cage residential buildings, each building had about 900 households after accounting for vacant units.

This was an unimaginably huge property fee, and those gangs had already prepared the market for the Parents’ Meeting.

At this moment, the surveillance showed someone sneaking to a resident’s door attempting to pick the lock.

This time, without Luo Wanya having to say anything, Xiao Qi hummed a tune and headed straight over.

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At noon, the residents near the Ninth District Pigeon Cage Building first observed the scene upon waking.

Unexpectedly, the cameras were still there, and all the external ones were intact.

The new recruits from the art club were leading a group of beaten-up residents to clean, while Xiao Qi was placing trash bins downstairs, “cordially” teaching Pigeon Cage residents how to differentiate between dry, wet, hazardous, and recyclable waste, those who couldn’t learn stayed with the trash…

This was too bizarre; they watched these usually rowdy little punks suddenly become model citizens.

At that moment, a young man on the 61st floor opened his window holding a black plastic bag ready to throw down.

Xiao Qi looked up coldly.

The young man looked down interestedly, seeming to aim at someone below.

But before he could throw the plastic bag, he heard a strange clicking noise from above.

The young man was puzzled for a moment and looked up.

The next moment, a figure slid swiftly along a rope like the Special Forces of the Federation Group, coming down from the clouds on the 88th floor to face him!

With a bang, the figure kicked the young man’s chest, sending him back inside through the window, and then entered himself, delivering a fierce beating.

The youngsters in the room were dumbfounded, he was just throwing out garbage, was it necessary?

Was it really necessary?

Did solving the problem of high-altitude littering require such a tough approach?!

At this moment, those watching the scene all collectively exclaimed, damn, their toes nearly curled in their slippers from the tension.

Wasn’t this too ruthless?! Was this still a club?

The art club’s boss, Zhang Qinghuan, stood downstairs watching blankly, finally muttering, “Art!”

Initially, he didn’t know what Luo Wanya and others were up to, thinking it was a waste of effort to install surveillance and repair elevators for the slums.

But now, he realized what kind of transformation was about to occur here.

A more rogue group came to govern and incorporate the rogues…

Thinking of this, Zhang Qinghuan suddenly became excited, wasn’t this the art he longed for.

Who in the entire Federation had ever done this? No one!

This was a pioneering feat!