It was getting late, and shadows were eroding every corner of Casali. In the narrow alley, the seemingly thin beggar showed amazing explosiveness, and he ran desperately in front of him with his money bag in his hand. Several teenagers chased after them, gradually narrowing the distance.

Just as Vane was about to catch up with him, the beggar suddenly burrowed into a nearby two-story house.

Vane stopped, bent down with his hands on his knees, his short black hair hanging down naturally, and panted as he looked at the dilapidated house in front of him. The house is not large, the door is open inward, and the corners of the door frame are covered with cobwebs, so no one has lived in it for a long time.

Felder made a sharp stop in front of Wayne and nearly fell. He put his right hand on the ground, turned and rushed in. The room was empty, except for a wooden staircase leading to the second floor, and Felder took three steps and two steps, grabbed the handrail, and rushed up.

"Stomp ......" Elena and the others also followed.

Vane took a deep breath and rushed into the room. As a magician, strength, speed, and endurance are not strong points after all. He struggled to keep his breathing steady and ran down the stairs to the second floor.

Unexpectedly, the second floor was empty, only a vertical wooden ladder leading to the roof. Vane grabbed the ladder and climbed up quickly.

The roof is a typical Casali-style red roof, which extends from the central axis to both sides, forming two gentle slopes. The orange-red tiles are fastened to it one by one. Vane didn't bother to look too much, and quickly searched for Felder's figure. Felder was soon spotted on a roof not far away.

With less than two meters between the roof he was on and the roof in front of him, Vane took a deep breath and jumped over with a run-up. Vane looked back and saw that Elena and the others had climbed onto the roof, and he continued to chase after Felder, praying in his heart that Simpson would not crush the roof.

The beggar seemed to be familiar with walking on the roof, but Vane and the others were young and full of physical strength, and they were not thrown away too much by the beggar. Felder bowed slightly, lowering his center of gravity, and moved forward quickly in small steps, following closely behind the beggar.

The crowd clung to the beggars, sometimes jumping down and sometimes climbing, weaving through a labyrinth of houses. At some point, the red roofs had become scarce, replaced by dilapidated wooden houses or tents, crowded in a heap, and a pungent smell came from the faint smell.

Running in such a complex environment is a rather dangerous extreme sport that requires a high level of physical fitness and reflexes. Felder's athletic talent was evident at the moment, with side flips, sideways jumps, landing rolls, and wall climbing...... He was as nimble as a cat, and he was about to catch up with the beggar.

"Plop!" the beggar suddenly slipped off the edge of the roof and fell into an alley. The roof wasn't high, and he got up and crawled forward.

Wayne had been thrown away by Felder at least ten rooftops, he was panting, his body was already wet with sweat, he obviously felt that his legs were weak for a while, and he was already a little disobedient, so he simply sat down and waited for Elena and the others.

"Vane!" Soon, Elena and the others rushed over.

"Where's Felder?" asked Elena, panting, looking a little disgraced.

Vane pointed ahead, too tired to speak.

"Ace, Simpson, here!" called Elena, looking back.

"Let's go, Felder should have caught him. With that, Vane stood up and ran in the direction where Felder had disappeared.

"Plop...... Plop ......" The crowd jumped from the low rooftops into the alley one by one.

The afterglow of the setting sun was almost gone, and only the dim lights of the dark alleys remained. There was a sound of rustling, and several dirty heads stuck out of the dilapidated wooden houses on both sides, looking timidly at Vane and the others.

"What does it smell like here, it's disgusting. Ise covered her nose, and the severe lack of oxygen after strenuous exercise made her almost throw up. She appeared to have an injury in one of her feet, and Simpson was holding her up.

"Vane, Elena!" Felder's voice could be heard in the distance.

Several people followed the sound and walked forward, stepping on the puddle on the ground and making a "pop" sound. The smell of urine and feces mixed with rotting food filled the air and made people almost suffocate.

Towards the exit of the alley, the beggar lay trembling on the ground moaning, his unkempt hair and face covered with stains.

"Pretty fast, don't you do this kind of thing?" Felder kicked the beggar hard, his right hand ruffling his wet blonde hair upwards. The beggar let out a groan of pain and shook his head feebly as he lay on the ground.

"Hand over the money bag!" Felder bent down and reached for the money bag from the beggar's hand. The beggar immediately curled up and clutched the money bag to his chest with both hands.

"Wait. Wayne patted Felder on the shoulder and stepped forward to crouch in front of the beggar.

"Don't be afraid, we won't hurt you. Vane saw the beggar's fear, and he said softly.

The beggar was curled up motionless, his dirty hair sticking to his face like strips of rag. Wayne didn't let Elena shoot the arrow, and his instinct told him it had something to do with the monkey's face.

"Did Monkeyface send you?" asked Vane. The beggar's eyes flashed with a hint of horror, and he shook his head desperately.

Vane sighed and said, "Hand over the money bag and you're good to go." Before he could finish speaking, the beggar suddenly burst into tears, and his voice was heartbreaking, startling everyone.

"Ladies and gentlemen, have mercy on me, if I can't raise any more money, my child will be gone......" The beggar got up, threw the money bag in front of Vane, and knelt on the ground and kowtowed.

"What's going on?" Vane picked up the purse and patted it, handing it to Elena. The beggar sat limply on the ground and slowly began to tell his story.

It turned out that this beggar-looking young man was named Derich, who had worked on a manor in the South Bay, but later became addicted to gambling and was kicked out by the owner of the manor. With no income and his wife and young daughter to feed him, Derich soon found themselves in a difficult situation.

"That's when Monkeyface approached me and lent me a sum of money. Derich's eyes were staring at the ground.

"But I couldn't afford to pay the high interest, and I had the idea of having a hand. The result ......" Derich's eyelids drooped, and his voice was full of remorse.

"And what's the matter with your daughter?" Vane asked, looking pitiful and hateful in front of him.

"Then Monkeyface sent someone to collect interest, and I didn't, and they threatened me to pay off my five-year-old daughter......" Derich sat against the wall, as if he had been drained of his strength.

The crowd fell silent. Derich, of course, does not deserve sympathy, but his daughter is innocent.

Just as Vane wanted to ask him how much he owed Monkey Face, Derich looked at Vane with empty eyes full of fear, and his voice trembled: "You don't know, none of the children who were taken away by Monkey Face came back. ”