Sikong Yao secretly followed the young man, if it weren't for the young man occasionally stopping inexplicably, Sikong Yao would almost have been lost.

Sikong Yao followed the boy all the way, and also found something wrong.

The boy seemed to be in a hurry, walking fast, but his body was a little shaky, and he stopped to rest from time to time, and kept panting.

The boy left the school gate.

The view on the road was empty, and Sikong Yao was afraid of being discovered by the teenager, so he slightly widened the distance between the two.

The young man disappeared into the dark street in the blink of an eye, and Sikong Yao lost his goal.

Sikong Yao sighed, it seemed that he was about to return in vain.

At this moment, some unusual noise caught her attention, and the voice was full of resentment.

Sikong Yao hid behind a wall and poked his head out slightly.

A familiar smell made her heart tremble, and the smell of Marlboro mint cigarettes reminded her of someone.

Sikong Yao secretly stared at the scene in front of him, covered his mouth with both hands, and almost screamed.

The boy was kicked to the ground by two men, and his clothes were ragged and broken.

The boy stubbornly bit his lips and showed a very painful expression.

Sikong Yao saw the young man's wounds, some of which were dark purple, and they had obviously been bruised for a long time. Some of them were wounds that had just been beaten, and the blood was mixed with mud and sand.

A slightly older man, ** with a tattoo embroidered on his chest, a fierce tiger. The man took a cigarette in his mouth and stepped on the boy's head.

Hearing the young man cry out in pain, Sikong Yao clenched his fists.

The man spun his toes, intimidated the boy, and said, "Hey, why is it so long today?" What about the money, brought it or not. ”

The boy had just struggled to pull a wad of money out of his pocket, and the man immediately snatched it up, then kicked him like a waste.

The boy covered his face, sweat seeping from his forehead, and the previous kick almost made him unconscious.

The man counted the money in his hand, and then scolded angrily: "Why is it so much today, it's not enough to buy ice." ”

Another man advised, "Don't beat him to death." ”

The man said disdainfully: "I am reluctant to kill him, he is my cash cow." ”

The boy endured severe pain, and could only hold on to one hand, barely standing up.

The man threw a bag of ice crystals in his face and said, "That's today's amount." Tomorrow it will be carried out according to the plan, and then bring me 20,000 yuan. ”

The boy took the bag, and without saying a word, left out of the dark street.

The young man's eyes were blank, and he didn't notice Sikong Yao hiding on the side.

After the boy left, the two men laughed, laughing that they had made another profit today.

Sikong Yao planned to beat the two men violently, but the boy's physical condition made her more concerned, so she chased after him.

The young man was powerless to support and fell to the ground, and Sikong Yao helped him up.

The boy had lost consciousness, Sikong Yao was startled, he didn't know what to do with it for a while, thinking that he should find a place for the boy to recuperate, so he dragged him back home.

It was already dark, and Sikong Yao rarely cooked a big pot of porridge.

When the boy woke up, he sat up sharply, his mind still stuck on the scene where he had finally fallen.

The boy came back to his senses after a moment and found himself lying on a soft bed.

The boy looked at the girl in front of him who was cooking porridge with some blankness, and the girl hummed a small tune happily, which made his heart uneasy.

Sikong Yao noticed the young man's movement, turned around, and said happily: "Ah, you wake up, come, try my Italian shrimp polenta!" ”

Before the boy could react, Sikong Yao walked over with a bowl of sticky polenta.

Seeing Sikong Yao coming over, the young man suddenly became emotional, kicked his legs and took a few steps back, and shouted, "Don't come here." ”

Sikong Yao didn't expect the young man to be so high-pitched, she reassured: "It's okay, I won't hurt you." ”

The young man looked terrified and rebuked: "That's what they said, I don't believe you!" ”

Sikong Yao suddenly paused, and then asked, "Don't be afraid, my sister is different from them." ”

The young man's mood became even higher, and his already white face became even colder.

The boy let out a low roar, like a dying beast cornered.

Sikong Yao was obviously frightened by the young man's reaction, and her chest rose and fell violently, but then she calmed herself down again.

Sikong Yao continued to ask, "Little brother, are you enough to tell me, what happened?" ”

The teenager is very stubborn and nervous. His long history of persecution has made him extremely sensitive to changes in people's emotions.

Although he could detect that Sikong Yao was not malicious, he was still very vigilant because he didn't want to be hurt anymore.

The young man didn't answer, but his eyes stayed on Sikong Yao all the time, and he didn't shift for a moment.

Sikong Yao also knew that the young man was frightened, and he didn't impose a demand, but just put the porridge on the table.

Sikong Yao looked at the young man with a kind smile, waiting for him to calm down.

The boy was a little shy, and he was looked at by a beautiful girl all the time, and his face turned red all of a sudden.

The young man turned his head slightly and scolded, "Don't stare at me!" ”

Sikong Yao was amused by the young man's actions, and said with a smile: "Okay, okay, I don't stare at you, then you drink the porridge quickly, it won't taste good if it's cold." ”

The boy's stomach stopped screaming, and the boy's face became even redder.

The young man's expression was very embarrassed, he hesitated, and finally gritted his teeth and couldn't help but drink the porridge.

Sikong Yao nodded contentedly.

After the boy finished drinking the porridge, his face was much more ruddy, and the whole person looked more energetic.

Sikong Yao began to try to talk to him.

"Little brother, can you tell me what your name is?"

The young man glanced at Sikong Yao, and he was always a little suspicious in his heart, but he still replied: "My name is Wei Dan." ”

Sikong Yao saw that the young man was relieved, so he continued to ask: "Okay Wei Dan, can you tell my sister what happened?" ”

Wei Dan's expression suddenly became hideous.

Sikong Yao immediately reassured: "Okay, okay, if you don't say it, forget it." Sister doesn't force you. ”

The atmosphere suddenly became awkward again, and both of them were silent.

Sikong Yao didn't care, he had long known that this was a matter of patience. Moreover, Wei Dan drank all the porridge she cooked for the first time, so Sikong Yao was in a good mood, so there was nothing impatient.

But Wei Dan was different, he kept scratching his head and shaking his head, obviously very uncomfortable.

In the end, Wei Dan compromised and whispered, "They forced me to buy ice." ”

Sikong Yao asked, "Is it ice medicine?" ”

Wei Dan nodded and said, "Yes." ”

Sikong Yao asked again: "Then why do you want to buy it?" ”

With tears in his eyes, Vedan said, "If I don't buy it, they will put the ice medicine in the dim sum room of St. Edro College, and I must not allow them to do so." ”

Sikong Yao continued to ask, "You mean, they forced you to put ice medicine in the dim sum room?" ”

Great pursed his lips and nodded.

Sikong Yao took a deep breath and continued to test his conjecture, "Are they trying to make those students addicted?" ”

Wei Dan continued to nod and said, "They forced me to add ice medicine to the juice and sell it at a very high price, and then let me use the money to buy their ice. ”

Sikong Yao tried her best to keep her emotions from exploding, for fear of scaring the child in front of her, and then continued to ask cautiously: "You don't agree, so the watermelon juice made is made without ice, right?" ”

The boy nodded.

What a kind child, Sikong Yao thought so, and then continued to ask, "What about your money, where did it come from?" ”

"Some were stolen, some were robbed...... Vedan said in a low voice.

Sikong Yao's eyebrows frowned slightly, but she couldn't bear to be angry with him.

Wei Dan cried slightly, and said intermittently: "I don't want to, but if I don't do this, they will hurt my parents, they are just workers, they are very hard......"

Sikong Yao looked at Wei Dan, and felt indescribably uncomfortable in her heart.

She gently touched Wei Dan's head and said, "Sister knows, sister will make decisions for you." ”

Sikong Yao stood up and prepared to go out.

Wei Dan grabbed Sikong Yao's hand and shouted, "Don't want sister! They're terrible. ”

Sikong Yao smiled and reassured: "It's okay Wei Dan, my sister has even seen the most powerful people in the dark street, so there is nothing to be afraid of." ”

Wei Dan refused to let go and grabbed tighter.

Wei Dan shouted: "No, sister, don't go, you can't fight Qin Hao." ”

Sikong Yao froze suddenly, and his hands became cold, which made Wei Dan stunned for a moment.

Wei Dan was puzzled and asked, "Sister, what's wrong with you?" ”

Sikong Yao immediately trembled all over, and she asked in a deep voice, "Wei Dan, who are you talking about just now, Qin Hao?" Which Qin Hao? ”

Wei Dan was taken aback by Sikong Yao's reaction, and then said cautiously: "It's the person who beat me, he is Qin Hao, the king of the dark street, and even the police can't do anything about him." ”

Sikong Yao took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, and then asked, "Is that the person with a tiger tattoo on his chest today?" ”

Wei Dan said: "Well, there is a rule in the dark street, Marlboro mint cigarettes can only be smoked by Qin Hao. ”

Sikong Yao nodded, then sat down again, and said comfortingly: "I know Wei Dan, don't be afraid, I will help you." ”

Sikong Yao smiled kindly at Wei Dan.

Wei Dan saw that Sikong Yao had changed back to the appearance of that beautiful big sister, and was afraid of making her angry again, so he nodded obediently and didn't dare to speak.

But Wei Dan didn't notice that Sikong Yao's hand behind his back was clenching his fists tightly.

There was a fire burning in Sikong Yao's heart, a fire of anger.