Before dinner, I went out on a trip, and when I came back, I brought back some black bread that was hard enough to be used as bricks, and the black bread wrapped in a piece of unclean clothing seemed to have infinite charm, and the children gathered in the shack gathered around them.

In order not to look special, Jack also surrounded him.

There were more than 20 children in this shack, and the black bread they brought back was only the length of their forearms, and there were only about a dozen of them, so the injustice of the distribution was conceivable.

The head of the two black loaves of bread alone, and the rest are a few children who can get two-thirds of the black bread, and they get back more money today, and the rest are those who have little or no income, and those two who don't get the money back are reprimanded, threatening that tomorrow if they don't get the money back, there will be no dinner.

The children who lived in the shacks had very poor food, no breakfast, no lunch, and if they could get lunch outside, only a real supply was dinner.

Jack had a question, why didn't he just use the money he got outside to buy something to eat? The brown bread he got back was just enough to eat, so he might as well exchange the money for food and eat two more bites.

The next morning, before dawn, Jack was kicked up, and the kicking of the group attack didn't hurt, but it made a bad feeling.

"Hurry up, don't be lazy, you lazy worms, if you can't get the money today, you can wait to die. ”

The children got up one after another, some went out together, some left alone, and no one was with Jack, of course, otherwise, if only one person helped deal with the drunk man yesterday and distracted the other's energy, the original owner would not have died.

Jack took two steps out of the shack, and as soon as he walked out, the cold wind outside almost froze the bones, and it was getting colder and colder, and it was hard to imagine how many of these children would survive this winter.

He walked aimlessly, and when he came to a street to make a stop at some sheltered station, he was chased away: "Get away, this is our territory." ”

It was two children, one tall and one short, who stood in front of Jack with their arms crossed, and drove him away viciously, "Dead mouse, get away!"

Jack recalled the few memories of the original owner, of course, the Brotherhood had more than one shack to house those children who had nowhere to go, there were three nearby, and each of the twenty or so people in it, about sixty or seventy children were living in this small area, and the hardships can be imagined.

Those who have the strength and backers occupy some areas that are easier to pay for, and they will also spend time on their dress, try to win the sympathy of those kind-hearted people, and those who are incapable can only go far away, even if they are the territory of the Brotherhood, they will also encounter some such as drunks who are not ready to give these "dead rats" face, and the status of these children is far from the level of the Brotherhood, and the final result will only be unlucky.

As a result, they are really like "rats", hiding in Tibet with some people, choosing some dark corners to do some things that will be condemned.

In that case, why join a gang?

The corpses of the children in the grass he had just seen when he first arrived flashed back to his mind, and Jack silently shrunk his neck and left the place.

The existence of the Brotherhood will probably allow these children to die later and more clearly.

The two children saw Jack walk away, and did nothing more, food was limited, and it was not good for them to exert too much effort, and it was much better to keep a strong appearance and scare others than to fight with all their might.

The sky was not yet bright, and the street lamps were like stars under the hazy light, and Jack walked to the places where the street lamps were scarce, those were places where there was not much light, and he could find the right place faster.

After walking two more streets, Jack squatted down in a hole in a building, the cement wall behind him was very cold, even if he was not next to each other, he could feel the wisps of cold air, he had to squat for a while and then stand up and move, so as not to be really frozen.

This small building has five floors, the gray building looks like it has been some years, there are many small advertisements pasted on it, and the flower-like text is not any of the kind that Jack knows, just like the language here, even if it is a lingua franca, it seems that there is more than one.

Those children have two or three words in their mouths, and the head who can talk to them fluently is probably a language genius?

Phrases may not require much effort to learn, but the language families themselves are interesting, and Jack has a special feeling about them, perhaps because the scale is so good.

"Where did you come from, go away, you can't stay here. ”

An old man drove Jack away with a broomstick, and he repeatedly swept the place where the other man was standing, as if there was some special dirt there, and the big broom seemed to sweep Jack's face every time it was raised.

Jack avoided a bit, didn't bother with the old man, who was just a sweeper.

The sun has begun to show its brightness, the mud on the street has begun to be trampled, it has not rained for the past few days, but the road here is wet, as if it has been repeatedly soaked in water, and when you look up, you can see the rope between the two buildings, on which hang one after another clothes, waving in the wind.

From time to time, water falls, drips into the neck, and becomes cold.

"Go away, begging is not allowed here!"

A woman walked by with a basin, the clothes in which were almost spilled, stacked high on top of each other, different shades of gray, a gray turban wrapped around her brown hair, the sorrow of life left marks on her face, she frowned, and looked at everyone with boredom, like this abominable life.

Jack avoided again, he walked out of the street, and went to the next street, where it looked better, it was quiet, and no one had come out to work at this time, and he could smell a greasy fragrance, mixed with the stench of the neighborhood, and there was a sweet feeling.

"Ahh

Her white skin was largely exposed, as if she was not afraid of the cold morning wind, and her red lips were like fire, blooming like flowers.

"Alright, I have to go to work, or I won't have anything for you. ”

The man patted her buttocks and made a "pop" sound, seeing the woman showing a charming smile, the man couldn't help but kiss it again, and when he let it go again, his lips also turned red, turned his head away, and the smile quickly disappeared.

The woman looked at his back, and it was not until he walked away that she unfolded the banknotes that had been clutched in the palm of her hand, and her eyes showed disdain, the money was too little for her, so little that she was not in the mood to speak.

"Imp, do you want to come too? Do you have this?"

Noticing Jack's gaze, the woman looked at him, showed a slightly defiant smile, and raised the banknote in her hand, on which the head of a man was solemn, but her smile was frivolous and debauched.

But after a while, several doors in the vicinity were opened, and some men walked out of them, and not everyone could get a kiss when they said goodbye, and some were scolded, obviously the money was not enough to show people.

Jack quickly understood why the street was so deserted in the early morning, and after sunset was when their business was busy, and at this time... He shook his head, took two steps back, and was about to leave, when he heard a woman's shrill cry on the street corner: "He won't give money!"

With this sound, a few men came out of nowhere, quickly walked over and blocked a man, followed by punches and kicks, crackling sound like hitting a sandbag.

"Boy, do you know whose territory this is?

"Dare to settle accounts on the territory of the Brotherhood, give him a little bit of a good taste!"

"Scrap his stuff!"

In the midst of the beating and scolding, the woman in a light coat instigated, and personally went up and kicked it, hitting the vital point, and the man begged for mercy in pain, "Don't dare, I don't dare, my money was stolen, really, really..."

Obviously, this is a foreigner, or a foreigner with little experience.

If he had lost the money here, it would be likely that his wallet was in a drawer of the Brotherhood right now, but he didn't have a chance to verify it.

In the midst of the screams, his leg was broken, and an unspeakable part was also severely damaged, and the whole person collapsed there, as if he could no longer do it.

The relieved woman had already left, and she didn't forget to curse in a low voice, and at the same time said to one of the thugs: "Hank, you see, he didn't give me money, but it's not that I don't want to pay the money, you give me leniency today, wait for me to see if I can find the next wronged leader." ”

The man who beat people the most nodded when he heard this: "Okay, just remember, the Brotherhood's account can't be relied upon." ”

"Of course. The woman shrank her hand as she spoke, and hid one hand in her sleeve, a slight glimmer of metallic color leaking through her fingers, it was a pocket watch that she had just snatched with her eyes, maybe it was silver, maybe it wasn't, it was worth a little money.

If the foreigner just now had been smarter not to think about repaying the debts but to use the goods for the value, maybe he would not have made such a big noise.

Several thugs stripped off all the valuable things on the man's body, including his coat with some dust, the fabric felt good, and Hank dragged it off and draped it over his shoulders, and spat at the man: "Poor ghost!"

Jack watched this scene, repeatedly recalled where the thugs came from, and looked back at the few places where they came out, very good, just took this street in front of him, just like the most basic surveillance camera, to ensure that nothing is missed in the field of view, and he can rush up in the shortest time when the situation happens.

At the same time, he also noticed that some of the people who were far away did not move, and continued to monitor the situation here.

His face was a little solemn, if there were such people in every street as a surveillance, then the whereabouts of their children would not be hidden in the eyes of the other party, which may explain why no child took the money to buy food, but waited until the evening to hand in a meal of black bread that could be greatly depreciated.

They must have been taught a lesson in disobedience, and seen the miserable fate of children who broke the rules, maybe in the grass, maybe not, in short, this is not a good organization, and it will not be more tolerant of them.

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