"This is the end. The rustle of the operator could be heard in the bar, and the screaming elevator stopped with a groan of steel. The door opened, and I looked out into an abandoned platform, the light of the only alchemical street lamp shining at the far end. I stepped onto the platform, the door behind me quickly closed, and when I looked back, the car had already begun to rise. Soon it became a firefly and flew above the rift. ”

Silence does not exist in Zuan, including the gutter area. I heard steam choking from corroded pipes, and a low roar from factories and demolition plants in the distance...... There were also three muttering voices in the dark.

Spider marks crawling through the elevator shafts also appeared on the gang's bodies, sprayed not only on ragged clothing, but also on the face and neck, and the reddened skin meant that the tattoos were new. They have weapons, and they hold them in their hands. One has an iron chain, and the other has a long iron pipe. I also saw a defaced knife reflecting a matte finish, being held in the last man's hand.

They were young, so they didn't know me. No matter which gang this is, they are all new to the gang and are likely to make a fool of themselves in order to prove themselves.

"Lost?" One of them said it was the man with the knife.

"I don't think so." I replied that the show was boringly calm while observing every detail. Posture, health, temperament and personality. In a matter of seconds, I could tell who was leading and who was following. Which is most likely to escape, and which is the most eager to see blood.

I'm going to walk straight over. The knife jumped in front of me, standing in the yellowing light of the alchemical street lamp.

"I think you're lost." He looked me up and down. "Tell me, old sister, are you here to listen to the 'voice'?"

I took a half-step to make sure all three of them were in sight. "Whose voice are you referring to?"

The knife sniffled. "Believers and pilgrims don't need to be told, only their kind of people are welcome here."

"Turn around and go home, sun-stained garbage." The other said viciously. The others shouted in response.

I might ask something out of their mouths. The name of the gang, the origin of the "voice", how they put the whole gutter in fear. But in the end, it was the urge to do it to them that won.

"Lads." I smiled and shook my head. A fist clenched, the knuckles rattling enough to be heard. "This is my home."

They quickly exchanged glances and rushed over together. I stared at the weapon, my gaze jumping from knife to chain to tube to see which one needed to be brought down first. Tight strings are on the verge of triggering, and the air smells like ammonia and grease.

It doesn't matter if you add some blood to it.

I threw my first punch and completely forgot that I had left my fist on it. After wearing it for a long time, you will get used to the power that Hextek Atlas Iron Fist gives you. As my knuckles pressed against the knife's skull, I felt something loosen to the side, right between my fingers. The pain was sharp and sudden, and when I hesitated, I was hit with a tube, slashed from a low place, and hit me in the ribs.

The third man came around and the chain was pumped on my leg, but I was in charge of the knife. I threw him to the ground. A knee was added to his chin, and he couldn't get up at all.

I grabbed the chain and pulled the man over and hit me on the head. His nose was flattened by my forehead. He covered his nose and flipped to the ground. The whirring of the pipe made me dodge in time, and the person picking the pipe lost his balance, and I pushed him against the wall.

The tube quickly stood up, then froze. He looked at me, at the knife, at me, at the chain. The pipe was thrown to the ground with a thud, muffling out his escaping footsteps. I rushed over, but stopped as soon as I walked, a stabbing pain between my ribs that weighed on my lungs. I let him go.

The knives and chains weren't worth my effort. I picked up the knife from the bottom of my foot, threw all my weapons off the platform, ignored my ribs, and began to walk deeper into the gutter area.

They say that when an injured thing escapes, it will always return to the place where it knows best. Your own lair or compound, some kind of safe shelter, allows you to make sure you have at least a few walls around you.

There are only a few very few shelters in the gutter area, at least only a few I can go to. There were only a handful of places I could choose, but now all I could see was the sign, the spider that devoured everything. I need to catch my breath, and underneath this, I can only think of one place right now.

I was in a daze and didn't know when I got to the "House of Hope". It's been a long time since I've remembered this orphanage, but I still remember the way in my heart. You will always remember the way home, even after running away.

I avoided the open space and walked along the shadows and corners to avoid encountering more people. I saw gang people walking around in droves, everyone had weapons, but there was no mess at all. They didn't smash and destroy underneath.

Why smash what belongs to you?

My hands were aching more and more, and like my ribs, there was a sharp touch with every heartbeat. I could feel the swelling through the wrapper, not broken but only a little bit. I tensed even tighter.

After turning a corner, there is a house of hope, which still retains its bleak and dilapidated grandeur. It was very dilapidated when I left, and it looks like it's still suffering after I left. I was already amazed to see it still standing. For a second, I was back as a child, coming home with bruises and things I had picked up or snatched. I couldn't suppress the smile on my face as soon as I saw home.

Children chased each other in the doorway, running faster and in good health than those who had lost a limb or suffered from asthma from a third-stream throat filter. They saw me walking around and running away. Trust is hard to come by at such a low level, and this is the first lesson that outcasts are forced to learn.

One of the children ran to the front door. He hurried up the old staircase outside the main entrance, nearly tripping and gnawing on the ground. He slammed his fist on the door until it opened, and then a young woman looked down at him, an age that could not have been his mother, but was good enough to take care of him.

"What did I tell you to pay attention to when playing on the steps?" She scolded, wiping a piece of plaster off the boy's face with her thumb. "Did I mention that the steps are uneven, if you're not careful, maybe someday—"

"Maybe someday," I said as I stopped at the bottom of the steps, "you'll have a crack in your head." ”

Her eyes widened. The second I heard her voice, I recognized it immediately, and my eyes felt like they had been stung. I was desperately trying to connect the woman in front of me with the shy little girl I remembered.

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