Natel didn't know when his drunkard father left the house, and in the vague memories of his youth, he only remembered how he came home every night and beat and scolded his mother and him, as if he had vented his anger and anguish on his wife and children, and he would become a successful person the next day.

When he can remember and understand, the other party has completely disappeared from this home, and I heard that he was beaten to death because of alcoholism. When Natel found out about this, he was still a little glad that he, his mother, and his sister, who had just turned a year old, finally didn't have to suffer from that kind of beast torture anymore.

But his mother wept, and cried very sadly, and at that time Nattle did not understand why his mother was crying, and was it not a joy to escape from the bastard's hands?

For a long time afterward, Natel mistakenly thought that even if the beast treated them like that, her children like that, and so on with her, she still loved him. This made Natel feel angry, even a little embarrassed, but then Natel understood.

He understood, when he was beaten up just because he was an unlucky boy without a father, and when he tried to find his old friends, but they would just point at his nose and laugh, or turn their heads and run away like the plague.

When he returned home from elementary school, his mother's cry and his sister's cry could be heard on the first floor, but everyone in the building looked at it coldly, and when he hurriedly opened the door, he saw two men trying to do something wrong to his mother, and in horror, he picked up the baseball bat next to the door and smashed it on the back of one of them with all his might.

But how much strength can a child have? He was beaten half to death with a baseball bat by the two angry brutes, and his mother cried and begged them to stop holding one of them in the leg, but they hit her in the head with a backhand, and in that moment the blood ran down her forehead, and she almost fainted.

It was almost that, but she still pounced, clutching at their trouser legs, her voice weak and painful.

Nattle still remembers what she said.

She said she would do anything if they let him go.

Eventually, the two brutes swaggered out of their house contented, with filthy words in their mouths and belted up, while their neighbors ignored it and did not even call the police.

At that time, Nattel, who was lying on the ground covered in wounds, understood, unprecedentedly.

At the beginning, his mother cried about their future.

What future can a single mother, dragging two underage children, have in such a messy and dirty place?

And he, as the only man in the family, must take on the responsibility of protecting this family. But he was still too young, what could he do? How could her child not cry and break her heart when she had to face this cruel society and reality at such a young age?

But he had to.

How can you protect your family, and follow the unique rules of this chaotic and violent neighborhood?

What are its rules? Evil?

Good.

Nattle staggered up from the ground, dragged her broken calf, came to her mother, put a piece of clothing on top of her, and then came to her two-year-old sister, shook her bed, and tried to lull her to sleep, but she kept crying, crying, as if she had understood what had happened to her brother and mother, and what was going to happen to her.

They have no future.

At that time, Nattle was just eight years old.

So when six-year-old Theorod and his elderly grandmother moved to the neighborhood, only Natel was willing to take care of him. He gave him an inexplicable sense of familiarity and closeness, and at that time Nattle didn't understand why, but then he did, because he saw a shadow of his past in this child, who was two years younger than himself.

At that time, he had become the most powerful child in the block, perhaps at a young age, but he was not afraid of anything when he fought, and scared away children a few years older than him like a mad dog, so children of the same age seemed to regard him as their "child king".

The funny thing is that when he changed from being spurned by everyone to the leader who is willing to be with him everywhere, he didn't waste much of his time, not even half a year, just because he was ruthless enough and "evil" enough.

This neighborhood once again proved to Natel with practical actions what kind of talent is worthy of living here, and a shy and introverted vegetable seedling like Caitou will definitely not work, he is even weaker than before.

So Natel decided to take care of him, he had to make him understand that good people can't live here, you only have three choices, either move out, die here, or ...... Adapt here, conform here, obey here, like a dog without dignity.

The Natters didn't have the money to make the costly decision to change city lives, and he didn't want to die here, so ......

Over time, Caitou became the little tail that Natel followed wherever he went, and it seemed that he could only find a friend in this place that he could trust and rely on. Whenever he looked at him with dependent eyes, Natl felt a sense of satisfaction in his heart, he felt that he had at least succeeded, and although he could not really protect his family, he could at least protect his "little brother". It made him feel that he had made the right choice since he was eight years old, that he was getting stronger, that he was growing up, and that one day, he would be able to protect his family, really.

And then...... No, it's impossible, the people here, rotting here since birth, they don't have a future.

But for some reason—perhaps a strange hallucination of a drug addict—Nattel noticed that the cowardly dependence in the way the head looked at him was gone.

It was as if he had suddenly changed as a person, his eyes were no longer compromised and decadent, he no longer looked like a walking corpse consuming life, and when he looked at him at first glance after laughing maniacally, Natel couldn't tell what it was like, but for a moment, a strange thought crossed his brain—maybe the head of the cabbage ...... It's not a cabbage head anymore.

His eyes, which used to be numb and dull, turned into a desolate silence after years of precipitation, as gentle as any old man who could not bear to see his child crying.

With this look, he told Sù Natel that he was going to quit drugs, and that he was serious.

A child who had been following him since he was a child and needed his own protection, suddenly, stood in front of him and said something he had never had the courage to say. He said re, and for the first time he looked up, he was so thin that he was only bone, and he felt taller than he was standing in front of Nattel.

Perhaps it was the kid who made a choice that he didn't dare to make, or maybe he knew he couldn't go on like this, and Natel chose to support Theorod's decision. He knew that he was no longer possible, even if he had longed for a normal life in his heart, but he couldn't, he was already rotten, he had to rot here to take care of his mother and sister, but Theorod could, he only had a grandmother, and he had more choices than himself.

Maybe he can do what he can't, like with his dreams of being a completely hopeless man. He wants him to be able to get rid of these life-consuming things, he is still young, he still has a chance to live a normal life, he can help him, maybe this is a kind of sustenance.

Theolod was much stronger than Natel had imagined, and Natel had to admit that he was much more powerful than him, not only because he had the courage to say no to life here, to his state, to refuse without dignity, but also because he could silently let his willpower help him and conquer the addiction that was irresistible in the eyes of countless people.

He's been living too hard these months, maybe he's going to have to find something to relax and unwind...... Nattle stood in the video store, looking at the shelves full of DVDs, and for a moment it was difficult to choose. He didn't know much about movies, in fact he hadn't seen many movies, and in his memory, Theorod was the same. He still remembers the only time he slipped him into a movie theater during a high suck, his thin body shaking incessantly, perhaps because of nervousness and excitement.

At that moment, for the first time, Natel saw childlike happiness in the eyes of the vegetable head.

He loves movies, and Natel thought, maybe he could bring him a little gift?

"Hey, poor boy from the Pope family, I know you don't have the money to buy a disc, let alone a player. Don't wander around with me, do you hear me? Suck you and beat you up, don't fool around with me, delay my business!" The owner of the video store naturally knew about Nattel's "reputation," and he drove Natl out like a mouse.

Natel looked at the other party's round figure, raised an eyebrow, and turned his head to grab the young man who was living in the alley and was taking drugs.

"If you still want to get a stable supply of goods in the future, and you still want to squat here peacefully and suck up your things, and no one will come up to steal your things, then listen, I want you to do something for me, otherwise, I can't guarantee that there will be no unlucky people who don't have the money to buy these things in the future, and suddenly knock on the door of your house." ”

That night, Natle arrived at Theorod's house with a few plates, a player, and a bag of popcorn in his hand. I don't know why, but before he knocked on the door, he was still a little nervous and excited. It's as awkward as picking up your little girlfriend to go out on a date...... The damn description made Natel startled by his own thoughts.

But after more than three hours, Natel regretted that he shouldn't have celebrated him by inviting Theolod to a movie.

He wants to get out of here, he wants to go to Hollywood, he wants to make movies, he wants to be a star......

Most importantly, he wants to get out of here!

How can this be!

He could choose to move out of this neighborhood, after all, he was already clean, and it was okay to move out of this chaotic neighborhood for his grandmother's own safety, but ......

How could he choose to leave his grandmother behind and go to Hollywood alone to pursue his unrealistic dreams? How could he be! He knew that it was not safe for an old man to stay here! Obviously, the panic in Nattell's heart had made him ignore the fact that no matter how chaotic this place was, he would not do anything too much to the old man, and began to find reasons for his panic.

But Theorod's expression was so happy, as if he had finally found his purpose in life, and looking at the eyes that were still wet, and seeing his attitude so gentle and yet so firm, Natel understood that perhaps from this moment on, they would never be able to go back to that state.

When he chooses to stand up with his chest held high and resists, and he continues to choose to bow his head and obey the compromise, and pin his hopes on a person who is younger than himself and is under his protection, they will not be able to go back.

However, in the beginning, he just wanted him to get the normal life that he couldn't get, and he never thought of letting him go.

But if that's really what you want......

Nattle missed Theolod's train to Los Angeles, and by the time he arrived, the train was slowly leaving the platform. Maybe their later lives will start with this "miss".

"Nattel," Maggie, who had said goodbye to her grandson, walked over to Nattel's side and patted Nattel's arm, who was standing upright, "I don't know what's going on with you lately, but I know that Theo would love to see you off him, you're his only friend." ”

No, he didn't want to see it, and when he did something, he didn't want to see him, and at that time, when he saw him, he could only remember how failed he had been before. Natel laughed at herself in her heart, looking down at Maggie, but a smile appeared on her face: "Oh, Maggie, you are thinking too much, what can be the problem between me and Caitou? We've always been friends, it's just that I've been a little busy lately. ”

"Well, you two are literally carved out of a mold. Maggie sighed, "I know you're all lying to me, tell me, old woman, don't worry." ”

"How can I give it up, you're like my grandmother. Natel patted his chest, "Don't worry, we also met once before he left, and he asked me to take good care of you after he left, of course, I can take care of our grandmother without him, and there are no long-eyed gangsters here who dare to trouble me." ”

Yes, that's right, the unsightly thugs really don't dare to trouble Nattell, but that doesn't mean the others won't. When Natel patted his chest to Maggie and said that he would take care of her instead of Theorod, he knew where he was. Theorod's drug rehabilitation can't be hidden, and smart people can know what role Natl played in the days when he "reformed his ways" and left here to "go out to work".

He is helping him, there is no doubt about it, although the person who quit drugs is not Nattel, and the person who left here is not Nattel, but when Natel chooses to help Theolod, he has invisibly chosen to take sides, he does not want to be in the company of these drug addicts, thieves and robbers, and in the eyes of others, he has gradually become an outlier who needs to be excluded.

This time, the moment he sent Maggie home, Natle knew what he should do, without waiting for others to start invading his territory and causing trouble for him and his family.

No, it should be, what you have to do.

He had to find a backer, for himself, for his family, for Maggie, for ...... Theorod. Yes, once upon a time, Natel did tell his dishman not to think of joining a gang, because from the moment you join the gang, all the qiē will be different, you will become a real criminal, not a free gangster, and you will have no turning back.

But when a man has someone he has to protect, what is freedom?

Fortunately, Natl was capable, and when he was still free, he was familiar with the streets of the city, and almost all the gangsters who did not join the gang regarded him as their leader, although Natl never had the idea of subduing these bastards on his own, not even now.

Because he knows that these teenagers who don't learn and don't know how to do it have no ability and strength, they have no money, no guns, no sources of goods to rely on, and they have no connections in the police station, if he thinks that he can stand on his own, and Rice and Horn are three-legged, it would be too naïve, I'm afraid that the next second he has this heart, the two gang bosses who fight and kill on weekdays will unite and kill him first.

Therefore, although Nattle is a "messenger" whose eyeliner can be all over the streets, he has no idea of being the king for the time being. Because of his skin color and the power of the gang, Natel joined Horn. Soon, he relied on his own strength to get Horn's reuse - the benefits he brought him were not comparable to those of just a few truckloads.

He succeeded, and no one would dare to go to their house again, no one would ever have the idea of his sister again, no one would dare to cut off the water and electricity to Maggie's house in the middle of the night, or rob an old man's handbag on the way.

At the moment when Nattle was reused, he personally took people to kidnap the two bastards who had done that hateful thing to his mother eleven years ago, and the family of the bastards, to an uninhabited farmhouse in the suburbs.

"I'm glad I knew that the owner of the house would be out for a few days, he was a generous man, and when he knew I wanted to borrow his home, he happily lent it to me. Natel sat in the master's seat at the living room table, looking at the trembling faces of the people sitting around the table. On the table were Nuttel's delicacies he hadn't seen in nineteen years, but he hadn't even looked at them.

In the living room there is a picture frame next to the television, and the man in the picture is the owner of the farmhouse, but he does not seem to be at all associated with generosity and kindness, but rather a little vicious.

After Natel said this, he beckoned them to hurry up and enjoy the food on the table. Under the pressure of the three men with the guys standing in the corner of the living room, they forced a smile and picked up their knives and forks, but when Natel finished eating himself, they didn't dare to move much more food.

"Do you know why I'm asking him to 'borrow' this place?" said Natle, wiping his mouth, "because it's remote enough that no one can hear what is happening." ”

His words made those people tremble again, and almost instantly, the two middle-aged men knelt on the ground with a pop, begging to let them have a way to live, and they could even exchange this way for their own daughter.

"He can give me his daughter, what can you give me? your son?" said Nattel, looking at the little girl sitting at the table, with a pale face, and then at the other man's son.

"I ...... I ......" The man was obviously frightened by Nattel's question, and he stammered for a long time without saying why, but in the end, his answer was not what Natter expected, "I just beg you not to hurt my wife and children, I know that eleven years ago it was my fault, I was a brute......"

"You're not even a brute, you're. ”

"Yes, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm willing to do anything as long as you don't hurt them, ......."

A rapist knows how to protect his children, and a drunkard, even if he is beaten to death, has never been able to treat his wife and children well once before his death. Suddenly Natle felt that this revenge was a bit boring, so he stood up without saying a word and walked out of the farmhouse.

The voice of another bastard who could betray his daughter followed him: "No, Mr. Pope, Master Pope, I beg you, I beg you to let me go! I still have money, I still have money! I can let them go out and sell it, and give you all the money...... Ah!!h

Natel closed the door, lit a cigarette, and used the screams of the two men as an accompaniment to the beauty of the sunset.

Although he tied up the wives and children of the two men, he never thought about what to do to them in the first place. He just wants them to watch, to watch them shit husband/father getting beaten to the ground. Of course, Natl can also choose to attack them directly, after all, no matter how they scream, their neighbors will be indifferent, just like they were at the beginning.

However, he didn't want his mother and his sister, who was already sensible, to know what he had done, and his mother had decided to forget about it, and he didn't want to reveal her scars. Besides, I don't know what instinct it is, and he doesn't want Maggie to know, because if Maggie knows, it is very likely that Theolod will know too.

When the time comes, what will he think of him?

As for calling the police and going to court, they will be sent to prison...... It's ridiculous, the police here don't even care about the life and death of these people, let alone a mere rape/rape case?

A few days after this incident, Natel was in the supermarket and ran into Theorod, whom he hadn't seen for a long time. He's back from Los Angeles, and he's known for a long time that the moment he walks out of the train station, he's got the news from his own eyeliner all over the city. Although he wanted to knock on the door of his house and hug him and say welcome home, he couldn't.

When he joined the gang, Horn tried Theolod to test himself, to see if he would betray the neighborhood like him.

"This is my home. Nattle replied.

"This is also Lecht's home. ”

However, his heart is not at home. ”

"Hahaha, that's right, otherwise how would he be willing to leave his old grandmother behind?" Nattel's answer made Horn very useful, but Natle could hear his threat in Horn's tone, if he betrayed him in the future, then his family would be killed.

Natle knew what kind of character Horn was, he could do such a thing, if he took the initiative to contact Theorod as an anomaly, not only his family, but also Theorod and Maggie, I am afraid that they would be in danger.

So, as much as he wanted to rush forward and punch up the guys who were making trouble with Theorod, Natl had no choice but to stand where he was—where the three bastards from the Rice gang could see—and tell them to get out of here and pass by Theorod.

Look what has become of them now, pretend they don't know each other, and can only contact them by phone.

Time widened the gap between the two, and in the blink of an eye, Theolod became the person he wanted to be, took Maggie to Los Angeles, and the only trace of connection between the two disappeared completely. As for him, he became the leader of the second estate under Horn, and he was the most powerful tool of his subordinates besides Horn and his henchmen.

"Nattel, you can't go on like this!" Natle improved the family's life, but his mother was not at all happy about it, "I knew from the moment you joined Horn that I should have stopped you at that moment! They weren't joking, the gangsters weren't street drug thugs, and one day you would kill someone, you would go to jail, or be killed!"

"Mom, no one dares to mess with me now, and Rice's people don't dare to touch me lightly. ”

"Why don't you understand! Rice's men had a shootout with your guys the other day, don't you? Don't think I don't know, someone died! Shot!"

"That's just the bottom of the trash fish. ”

"Then why did you come back so late that day?"

"Take care of something for Horn. ”

"You've done so much for him! Don't you know that in his eyes, everyone but himself is a 'miscellaneous fish'? You have to do it in moderation, the higher you climb, the more dangerous it becomes, and even if you can walk sideways here? You're just a gangster. Listen to Mom, we move to Los Angeles, we can go to Theo for help, we can borrow some money from him, buy a smaller house, live in Los Angeles, get away from here, away from danger, okay......?

"Enough!"

His mother's words caused an inexplicable anger and irritation to swell in Nattel's heart, and he yelled, completely startling his chattering mother.

As soon as these words came out, Natel regretted a little, he glanced at the closed door of Corria's room, and silently lit a cigarette, he was only twenty years old, but he seemed to have experienced the vicissitudes of human affairs with a thirty-year-old person. The mother was startled by his roar and did not speak, and after he took a puff of cigarette and calmed down, she slowly spoke:

"We can live well on our own, I can make you live well, look at our house now, it's much better than the one before!Why do you have to rely on others? Why do you still want to borrow money from Theo? Do you think he's doing well in Los Angeles? It's enough for him to cheat Maggie, do you think he can cheat me!"

"Natel ......" Listening to Natle's suppressed hoarse voice, the mother's nose was sore, and she just wanted to step forward and take her son, who was forced to become an adult at the age of eight, into her arms, but Natel refused.

"Okay, Mother, don't worry, I'm here. ”

"But you want to get out of here, I know you've always wanted to, my kid......"

"It doesn't matter anymore. ”

In the days that followed, after several people had been killed in the shooting, which finally alarmed the useless cops, Horn told his men to keep a low profile for the next few days. Natel had time to take his family and walk into the cinema openly for the first time in his life and watch Theorod's first movie.

After watching that movie, Natel realized that perhaps this was also the first time in his life that he had met Theolod. He is not the cowardly teenager who follows him and needs his protection, he is not the scum of society who follows him to play nonsense for truancy and drug abuse, he is not a worm who indulges in drugs and a depraved life every day.

He is the one who stands in front of him and firmly tells him that he wants to quit drugs, he is the one who sits in front of the TV, watching the movie, but tears are streaming down his face, excited and uncontrollable to love the pious person who performs, he is the one who dedicates himself in this movie, and is completely immersed in the performance.

He's not a cabbage, he's Theolod Lecht, his Lecht, a dreamer.

Natel sat in front of the TV, looking at Theolod who was talking and laughing freely with the host, calmly facing his past, and pursuing his dreams religiously, for some reason, he had not cried for a long time, and at that moment, he suddenly cried like a child.

He also had dreams that he wanted to get out of here and let his family live a truly happy life, so simple, so simple, but in the end he bowed his head to life. He suddenly realized that it was not life and reality that kept him farther and farther away from Theorod, but himself, who had killed a qiē with his own hands, and that he was willing to stay here, not so much for his family, but because he was afraid and unwilling to try.

It's not that he doesn't want to support Theorod's dream, he's just afraid that after Theorod leaves, there will be no more friends here who can be trusted, he's afraid that he'll be alone, he's afraid that he won't be able to hold on, he's afraid to see, he's afraid to see Theorod's body as he keeps retreating, and he sees himself who is extremely pathetic in comparison.

"Dreams are not just slogans, they need action. ”

Yes, Nattle acted, and his actions were only submissive and compromise to the circumstances of his life, which was not his dream. He now seems to be successful, but he is only a loser, both in dignity and in spirit.

Natel wiped away her tears, left her mother and sister who didn't understand what was happening, and locked herself in her room. He had always shown his family to be the strongest and most reliable side of him, but today, he was crying like a in front of them, which made it difficult for Natl to accept.

But...... Why did Theolod suddenly shake out his past? Even Natel knew that this past was a blow to his acting career, although he was very clever in diverting everyone's attention...... Natl didn't believe he was trying to let fans know about his, and this wasn't the Theolod he knew.

He must have been threatened by someone, and here, there are too many people who know about Theorod's past, and some people may choose to ignore it under pressure from Nattel, but some, such as those in the Rice Gang, will definitely not, and they will definitely try to use this matter to extort money.

But they certainly didn't expect that good boy to dare to do such a bastard thing.

Natl smiled, but there was a coldness in his gray-blue eyes.

The next day, he directly led someone to teach the three Rice gang thugs a lesson, of course, it must not be above board, even if the three were sent to the intensive care unit, no one knew who the attacker was, there were no bystanders, no cameras, no evidence, they were like being beaten by ghosts.

But it still can't be hidden from Horn.

"I heard that you beat Rice's guys last night. At the "family" gathering, Rice, who sat at the chair of the long table, said. I don't know where he heard about it without any evidence.

At that moment, Natel put down his knife and fork: "I don't know why you say that, boss, there are many people who are unhappy with Rice, and there are many people who want to be angry with you." ”

"Haha, you don't want to be angry with me, I can understand, brother, righteousness is important, but you can't be rash. Horn's tone was very casual, as if he was chatting with Nattell, but Natle sensed that there was something in the other party's words, which couldn't help but make him gradually clench the knife in his hand, "Originally, this kind of thing, what to say, shouldn't be done by outsiders from the Rice Gang, right?"

"I don't understand ......"

"How long have you not been in touch with Lechte, Nattel?"

At that moment, Nattel's heart fell to the bottom, and his hand holding the handle of the knife was so hard that his fingers lost their blood.

"Maybe you should find a time to contact him, after all, he is a star now, I guess you can help me find him for a signed photo, hahaha......"

His fears had already happened, and Horn had hit Theolod on the head. He's gone, he's no longer here, he's free, but Horn still doesn't want to let him go.

He wanted to get him in touch with Theorod, which then escalated to blackmail, blackmail, threats...... He could do it, not only because Theorod trusted him and didn't have any wariness of him, but also because he was so good at doing it, he had already helped Horn deal with too many dirty things, and his hands were no longer clean.

Horn wants him to ruin Theolod's life, ruin his dreams, bring him benefits, and most likely after this time, he will squeeze into the ranks of the first class. And if he chooses to refuse or resist, there is no surprise, and his family will be affected by it.

What should he do?

Natel sat blankly on the bed, staring at the dark curtains. Sitting like this is a night.

The next day, he came up to Horn and said, "Okay, I'll take care of this." ”

"I knew you could handle it well, Nattell, and I know you kid is ambitious, and if you can do it well, Garris's place is yours. It's a friend to deal with, not to mention, that Lecht is no longer your friend. ”

"Yes, from the moment he left here, he was just an outsider to me. "Now the gang is my family, and I can do what the boss has given me." And this afternoon, the transport truck on the side of the North Bridge, the boss can rest assured, I will take care of it. ”

"Of course I believe you, Nattell, you have never missed, just as my right-hand man. Horn smiled and patted Natl on the shoulder.

Nattle walked out of Horn's office, looked at the gloomy sky, and squeezed the monitor in his pocket, which belonged to the FBI.

Yes, he has already made a decision, and he has also decided to stand up and say "no" to life, as Theorod did. He couldn't do it, he continued to live a life of being threatened, he couldn't watch others threaten his family, and he couldn't stand it, anyone taking advantage of his loved ones, threatening him, making him hurt them.

He can't go on like this, he can't, the dream lies in action.

Horn shouldn't have threatened him with Theorod, he shouldn't have hit him in the head, and he shouldn't have dragged his loved ones into this kind of thing.

Natel protected Theolod for more than ten years, and in the end, when he left here, he was still protecting him, as if protection had become a habit.

Since the last shooting, the F.B.I. has been determined to clean up the chaotic neighborhood, starting with two major gangs. Nattle chose to betray Horn and trade with the FBI, he has a lot of eyeliner that is not a gang member, and he has a lot of handles in his hands to uproot Horn, and these handles can also get Rice into the water.

Natle's first request to the FBI was not to reduce his sentence, but to send his family out to Los Angeles. As for why Los Angeles and not the more bustling New York, Nattle didn't know, he just instinctively thought of the city.

Without much consideration, the FBI agreed, and for the sake of Nattel's cooperation, they were willing to commute his sentence, allow him to be released on parole, and if he did well, he could be released early.

Nattle told him everything he knew about Horn and Rice, enough to spend their entire lives in prison.

Later, for protection, Nattle was sent to a drug rehabilitation center, where he was held for five months, and then he was sent to a different prison than Horn and Rice, in Texas.

The gangs in North Las Vegas were purged, Horn and Rice fell, and now there are only idle gangsters left on the block, those who didn't join the gangs, and maybe the police didn't think they could make many waves.

And life in the prison was not easy, because Natel took the initiative to betray his boss, and was regarded as a traitor by these prisoners, and in the first days, everyone in the prison repaid him a kind of hostility and hatred, and every day when the wind was released, there would be people to find fault, and at night, there would be prisoners who had bought the prison guards, came to his bedside, and showed him how hard their fists were.

It's just that they've found the wrong person, and Natl has never been one of those cowardly whistleblowers. He grew up in a violent environment, he kept fighting, so that no one dared to fight him, although the reality did not give him a good life, but he was able to survive in prison.

He was locked in an isolation room several times, and gradually, no one dared to trouble him anymore.

Gradually, more and more prisoners were willing to come into contact with him, because he climbed to a higher level in the jungle system of the prison with his fists.

Gradually, he began to have followers behind him, although he never wanted to cause trouble.

It is only a matter of time before it becomes a "jack of all trades" in prison, even though it is only a low-level prison where only thieves, robbers, robbers, rapists, etc. are imprisoned. But being the boss here comes with a lot of convenience, and he can get a lot of unexpected things, such as a cigarette, a crude sharp weapon, a magazine novel, and even a mobile phone.

His mother and sister landed in Los Angeles. His mother got a job in a bakery and his sister went to middle school, and they occasionally came to see him, but more often than not, he just told them not to come to this place all the time and live a good life in Los Angeles.

Most importantly, don't tell Theolod about this kind of thing.

The remnants of Horn and Rice are still alive, and they have been hiding in the dark to recuperate. They think they're hiding well, but they can't escape Nattel's eyes, it's just that Natle is still in prison and doesn't have a chance to deal with them. Yes, they have to be disposed of, the grass must be cut to the roots, having been in the gang for so long, Natl has long known how ruthless these people can be.

So, Theolod had to stay away from it, away from him. He is a big star who should live in the sun and act in the plays he loves carefree, and he should not have anything to do with people like him, especially at this time, which will constrain his ideals.

No, it's not that Theorod should stay away from him, it's that he should stay away from Theorod. He can't contact him anymore, and even if he doesn't return all night, he doesn't have any qualifications and positions to meddle in his affairs.

At least until all threats are eliminated.

After spending more than half a year in prison, Nattle was granted parole because of his "excellent performance" and he returned to Los Angeles.

According to Maggie, Theolod is filming in London at the moment and will not be able to return to China until May 31.

It's good that he can spend some time with his family in Los Angeles and then go back to North Las Vegas to take care of "things."

However, Natel did not expect that Theolod would return home early. There are thousands of small restaurants in Los Angeles, and they are the only ones who have reunited in such a place.

Natel leaned against the wall, his head down, and in his spare light, he saw Theorod with one foot on the wall, his hands in his sweatshirt pockets, looking up at the sky.

Maybe that's the case with both of them, he always keeps his head down and looks at the ground, while he always keeps his head up, straightens his back, and looks at the sky......