Lingling coughed, choking a little as she opened the window. "Why don't they expel these Mexicans?" she asked quietly.
Little Black, looking a bit embarrassed, carefully extinguished his cigarette, tucking the precious butt behind his ear before speaking. "Hey, whether it's the arms dealers or the middle-class noble families, they all need these Mexicans. They use them as cannon fodder, as slaves. When necessary, they even slaughter them to feed livestock or their own people. These Mexicans are all food sources, you see. It's said that those in charge are conducting horrifying experiments. They can even be used for human experimentation, so it's quite normal for a hundred or so Mexicans to disappear every day, right?"
The Underground black market Little Black had mentioned was approaching, but first, they passed through a slum.
