Today, the hostess, has she lost her studies?

As soon as the name came out, her body trembled visibly to the naked eye.

Shrinking his neck, he looked pitiful for fear of being beaten.

"You...be careful with him."

As if mustering up the most courage, she quickly finished speaking, then turned her head and left.

Without saying anything, he returned to his seat and lay down on the table.

He retracted to his corner again and didn't look at her again.

Yun Si, who was left sitting alone on the seat, blinked and was extremely dazed.

……Be careful?
Watch out for him?
She turned to look at Fu Lijing.

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slums.

Between dilapidated buildings.

"boom--"

There was a heavy falling sound.

Like throwing garbage, the man covered in bruises hit the wall heavily, and then fell down like a rag.

Falling on the dilapidated blackened wall, the garbage on the ground was washed by the rain, and dirty sewage flowed out.

The man was wet all over, and his hair was wet, dripping water continuously.

Sitting paralyzed by the wall, his face, body, and bones were covered with large and small scars.

Moaning in pain, clutching his stomach.

As if he was about to die.

With a bruised nose and swollen face, the original face could no longer be seen.

It can only be seen that he is tortured to the point of dying of pain at this moment.

His instinct to survive made him feel miserable.

The rain was pattering, falling coldly and mercilessly on the ground.

Just looking at it, in front of the man who looked like a rag, he was surrounded by those vicious gangsters.

The gangsters are all hulking, tall and big, with tattoos on their bodies, fists clenched, and vicious.

Each of them looks like a thorny head that is not easy to mess with.

In this area, it is almost king.

The man who had been beaten for a long time was so painful that his nose and tears flowed together.

Get down on your knees, begging for mercy.

"I was wrong, I was wrong, give me a few more days, I will definitely pay back the money I owe you, with interest."

"I beg of you, don't hit me, don't hit me... Please forgive me for a few more days..."

A real big man, crying like a weak and helpless child.

In front of being alive, one's backbone is not even a fart.

Kneeling, kowtow, almost smashing his head in panic.

Crying until the snot and blood were mixed together.

The gangsters spat viciously and kicked over.

"Fuck, how many times have you forgiven?"

"You son of a bitch, you dared to run when you saw us just now?!"

"What? Do you really think we dare not break your leg?"

"……stop fighting……"

The man whimpered and fell to the ground, unable to get up.

The rain fell on him and flowed mercilessly into his eyes.

His eyes were extremely red and swollen, and his vision was blurred from the beating.

I can't see anything clearly, I can only see dimly - the figure standing behind the gangsters.

That man, holding a dark red umbrella, looks like a hell-like man.

The icy rain fell, fell on the umbrella, gathered into droplets, and fell down.

The umbrella partially covered his face, and he seemed to see his eyes in a daze.

Those eyes—the eyes that should be indifferent by nature.

When there is no emotion at all, it is like a demon fighting from the dead.

Deep, stinky, rotten, blackened, viscous and cold pupils.

The long cold white hands quietly hold the handle of the umbrella. On the deep red umbrella surface, the delicate flowers are as red as blood.

Just standing behind the gangsters, like their king.

Holds the power of life and death - in this place.