Late at night five days ago.

Wu Yuchen woke up slowly.

The light is completely out of order, or there is no light at all.

Only darkness enveloped him.

Taking a heavy breath, Yu Chen reached out to stroke his black hair, and found that the long hair that should have hung down to his waist was gone, probably cut off with a dagger by one of his subordinates who pressed on him before. Thinking of this, he finally began to look at his surroundings.

A secret club, to be precise, is now an untended dump.

The room was littered with bar stools, beer bottles and bottles, emptied, broken and scattered all over the floor, and in the middle of it was a round bed stained with the smell of urine, alcohol, blood, and stains.

Scraps of lunch boxes and packaged food were scattered with vomit, and garbage bags were piled up on the leather sofa in the corner.

And where he was once a teenager named Song Guangheng stayed.

The rancid stench that surrounded the room was unpleasant to him.

Once a paradise for a type of person, it's now a ruin reminiscent of a slum, and it's hard to imagine a bustling city outside the curtains.

If there was anything else that warmed him here, it was only clothes that had been thrown on the ground and mixed with blood.

So......

Look around with a very calm look.

His hair was messy and short, his body was covered with red spots from whipping and abuse, and his lower body was so painful that it was difficult to get up.

I can't tell when I'm going to wake up.

He shook his dislocated right arm, and pulled out the broken screen of his mobile phone under the pillow, which was dead, and the nightlight on the bedside table showed ten o'clock in the evening.

I vaguely remember the last time I woke up, it was an hour ago, and the time was March 26. That is, three days after that happened.

The pain in his abdomen hit, Yu Chen couldn't help gritting his teeth and whimpering, his long-term pampered life couldn't bear the burning sensation of his internal organs being turned out and mashed, but this pain actually inspired him to spend ten minutes crawling out of bed and slowly standing firm.

Falling to the floor again, he slowly crawled with his body propped up, and his palm suddenly made a muffled sound.

Wipe the blood off your hands, find a clean corner and get dressed slowly.

“…… It's time to go home, I have to go to school tomorrow......"

Alone and muttering to himself, the boy slowly stood up and looked around the dimly lit room, examining his neck, wrists, and ankles for signs of beatings and sprains from the men.

The leader of this group of men is none other than Yu Chen's personal bodyguard and the owner of this underground club, Zhao Xingguo, judging from the current situation, he is probably missing.

He has been suppressed in the Wu family for a long time, and as a part of his revenge, he naturally ravaged Yuchen, not to mention that Yuchen is a fifteen-year-old beautiful boy.

On the surface, he was kind and forbearing, but in fact he was savage and fierce, Zhao Xingguo, who was violent to Yuchen on the night of the baseball incident, threw him to his subordinates, and then left the club in a hurry.

The subordinates also seemed to know Yuchen's situation, and everyone, including him, seemed to have no way out, but fortunately, this club was opened privately by Xingguo without the help of Master Wu, and under his hints, the atrocities continued for three days.

I thought that tonight would still be a continuation of this behavior, and finally end the boy with a dagger, thus starting their new life, but I didn't expect the boy to do something terrifying.

Gradually recognizing the corpses all over the ground in the darkness, Yuchen touched his cheek lightly and lowered his eyes.

They didn't bleed themselves, all the smell of blood in the room was theirs.

Odd? How the hell did I do it? But......

It's disgusting...... A bunch of idiots.

The fact that his hair was cut seemed to be more intolerable than what had happened to his body, the previous assaults, and the blood staining of his body.

Yuchen pulled out the dagger that was still on a man's back, and stabbed it down with a murderous look, pulled it out again, and stabbed it again.

While repeating meaningless actions, I thought calmly.

The night fog on the street outside meant he didn't have to worry about his bloodstains, he just had to go back to his apartment across the street from the school, where he would have hot water.

The moment I made this conclusion, I was relieved all of a sudden.

Slowly getting up like this, he cooled down in the next moment.

How so? Rumors about this underground club have caused several teenagers to suffer irreparable illnesses. Could this have happened to me?

Either way, I'm going to get through this period unscathed......

But just let him know I'm alive......

With such a sigh of relief, Yuchen walked to the back of the bar to pick up the remaining spirits, and then sprinkled them on the sheets, the flames illuminating the darkness. More than a dozen blood-soaked corpses emerged, and everything ended in this firelight.

After seeing the flames flickering, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth in the light of the fire.

Revenge is not over yet.

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Back five days later, at noon, at the school gate.

Looking at the box Weiyang was holding in her hand, Xia Han could guess why she didn't answer the phone.

"Didn't go to the meeting?"

"Oh, no." Weiyang replied suddenly and politely.

Xia Han couldn't understand her at the moment.

The girl in front of her is logically said to have excellent grades, excellent motor nerves, and is also a cadre in the student union, plus she is a long-haired beauty, so she has no shortcomings at all.

It stands to reason that only the student president and teachers in the whole school can talk to her, and she should be the idol of the students, but why is she nervous now?

"What is this?"

After hearing this, Weiyang seemed to be in a bad mood and looked up at Xia Han.

"Have you forgotten? I've got to get a cake, even though I haven't figured out how to put it for lunch......"

"Don't worry about this kind of thing," Xia Han helped her take the box, "I'm curious why you didn't go to the meeting." ”

Weiyang won't tell him that his absence is also some kind of statement, maybe his recent coldness has been slowly accepted by the Ministry of Literature, so no one thinks it's abnormal at all.

I thought it was funny, Weiyang said as he walked,

"Why don't you reason?"

"Should we talk about relationship problems, is that so?"

Be all abroad. Weiyang hesitated for a moment and replied, "If you have to say that, it's ......."

Xia Han was silent, and Weiyang said in a seductive tone, "Imagine who caused the problem?" Well? You should be good at it. ”

"I can't think of it." Xia Han looked away a little angrily.

"Let's try it......" Weiyang looked joking.

In short, the two of them didn't think the same thing, and they didn't even decide where to go for lunch.

Xia Han sighed in disappointment, just accept her request like this, otherwise it will be very troublesome all day.

"Seventeen years old, a minister of the student union, a local, with a middle-to-upper family background." He said.

"Sort of." Weiyang nodded slowly. After all, I'm not a minister now.

It's over, it's really him, Xia Han sighed deeply.

"Why aren't you happy?"

"Nothing, no matter how you think about it, it's all in the past after all, right, I guess."

What a thing.

"Hey, what do you call it over?!" She stared at him suddenly.

"It's not...... Is it? Xia Han asked even more desperately.

"Salted fish?! Don't you think you're always running out of muscles? ”

"I don't need you to compliment!" Xia Han replied angrily.

Indeed, as she said, Xia Han has a lack of tendon in his head, and this tendon is like a curse that is the cause of the tragedy in his life.

"Hey!" Weiyang snatched Xia Han's cake, and hugged it in his arms with an aggrieved look, "Sure enough, your sister is a little tendon!" You know, I didn't bring a penny today. ”

What does it mean to not bring a penny? What do you mean? Blackmail me, right? So where did your cake come from?

"You can't pay ......for it with your phone"

"Xia Han!"

“…… I was wrong. "Anyway, that's right.

"Forget it, you have to decide where to eat, but I gave you the initiative, do you want me to hold the cake all the time?"

You snatched it. Why is everything wrong?

The two were walking like this, and they were suddenly stopped by a thin figure.