Many young people were moved by the loud words, and they were ready to face danger by being able to stand here. The poverty of life and the heavy burden of the family have weighed down these teenagers. But even so, they still retain their illusions about tomorrow and their hopes for the future, which is why they came here.

If given a choice, no one would actively join any gang and live a life of dancing on the edge of a cliff against danger.

But they have no choice but to become the lowest workers in society, earning a meager salary barely enough to feed their families in heavy manual labor. Then, at the right age, marry a job that is also uneducated, and also operate a job that belongs to the "lowly industry" in the eyes of the big people, live in a dark and simple shanty, and spend a gloomy life in some trivial things and quarrels in life.

Or, just fight for your life and fight for a brilliant future. Even if it was possible to fall down on this path, it was possible to stay where it was forever, at least they tried. I have tried to use my own hands to extravagantly embrace the future and ideals I want, even if they may die in the end, but at least they have embraced.

When that moment comes, they won't regret it.

Instead of spending your whole life to waste, it is better to light up the light of the moment!

The sound of heavy breathing reflected the inner turmoil of each teenager, who wanted to scream, who wanted to cheer. They never thought that they were really only one step away from their dreams, and they had embraced the future and ideals in their arms.

It was not a dream, it was not a deception, but it was real, enough for them to feel that the sun was bright and the sun was warm.

Durin's promise completely cut off the last trace of their hesitation, if life can be bought and sold, then sell it to him!

After a moment of silence, Durin looked at Dover, "Bring the gun and go to that bastard of Graff, I hope he goes to the Garden of Wheat Fragrance." But if he's not there, come back at once. He then pointed to one of the young men who had had several exchanges with him and was also stained with blood, "I remember your name ...... Ellis?"

The boy named Ellis stood out from the crowd, and many eyes were focused on him. He was one of the first teenagers to join the Fellow Townsmen's Association, his father died in the Great Patriotic War, and the empire gave him a pension of eighty-six dollars, and four dollars a month to receive in relief. But he has two younger brothers and a younger sister at home, his mother is still sick, and he has a grandmother and a grandfather, so the burden and pressure of life are very heavy.

Before joining the association, Ellis worked as a helper in a hotel for only four cents an hour, and worked eleven hours a day, but only six hours were counted as six hours a day - the Imperial Law clearly stipulated that child laborers under the age of 16 could not work more than four hours a day, and children under the age of 18 could work no more than six hours a day.

He didn't dare to resist, because he knew very well that if he lost this job, the family would have no support and no hope for their life. With such a meager salary, he simply can't afford the cruel reality of not working for a few days or ten days. So even if he is extremely reluctant, he must deal with everything numbly until his friends find him.

Ellis was a little more athletic than the other teenagers, but he was a little shorter, probably because he came out to do manual work at a very young age, and because he lacked the necessary nutrients for a long time, so he was half a head shorter than the others. He stood in front of Durin with an excited face, his heart beating like a drum, beating wildly, and even the pain of the wound on his body was ignored by him at this moment, as if it did not exist.

He watched as Durin raised his hand, pointed at him, and opened his mouth, "From today onwards, you will be promoted to team leader!"

His body began to tremble slightly, which meant that his family, his family, and their dark future had been completely changed. He walked up to Durin excitedly, held Durin's hand with both hands, and kissed the back of Durin's hand with trembling lips. He kept saying thank you, constantly thanking Durin for promoting him, and tears poured out of his eyes.

No one knows what has happened to him in the last seven years.

No one.

Sometimes he felt that he might be more comfortable dying, at least not to live in despair and walk in a gray world every day. If he hadn't worried about the future of his younger siblings, if he hadn't worried that his mother would collapse after losing him, he would have chosen to be comfortable forever.

But today, all this has changed because of a look, a word.

He didn't know how to thank Durin, how to be grateful, how to make the other party feel grateful from the bottom of his heart.

So, as he did on a pilgrimage to a church, he kissed the back of Durin's hand.

This was the most solemn of the few etiquettes he knew.

"You take a few people, find Wood, don't be bruised, and leave immediately if you might be in danger. Dulin looked at the kid who was so excited that he cried, and he was inexplicably a little sentimental, he patted Ellis on the shoulder, "You deserve it, you have the most wounds on your body of all the people here, so this is what you deserve, boy!"

Ellith nodded vigorously, wiped his tears, and bit his lip, "Don't worry, I'll definitely search Wood out, even if he's hiding in the sewers!"

Durin took out a cigarette and tossed it over, lighting it for him. Ellis couldn't smoke, and poverty left him with no money to buy cigarettes, so he only took one puff and choked on a cough. The surrounding teenagers let out a good-natured laugh, which also relieved some subtle emotions. Durin put away the lighter in amusement and patted him on the shoulder again, "Then what are you waiting for?

Dover and Ellis picked the boys they thought were good and left, leaving only six teenagers and four girls in the room. The boys stay to deal with the emergency, while the girls need to clean up the smashed spot that has just been renovated.

Durin arranged their work, returned to the office, sat in the boss's chair and looked out the window, feeling a little unhappy.

According to the plan, provoke him by assassinating Wood's henchmen, make him lose his sense of proportion, and then let him take the initiative. Doolin believes that Wood will not kill Graff's mother and his brother, because doing so will only make others think that he is weak, which is especially fatal for a guy like Wood. Even if he had such thoughts, as long as there were calm people under him, they would dissuade him from doing so.

Someone killed your confidant brother, but you killed some women and children to vent?

Dare to call yourself a "tycoon"?

The strong desire for revenge will force him to choose another path, which is to come to Doolin, because he knows where Doolin is.

It turned out as Durin had predicted, but he didn't take into account that Graff had run away with the two teenagers, and Durin knew that he must have gone to save his mother and brother.

Durin didn't blame him, because it was his family, and it was in danger, which was what a "son of man" should do. But he ruined the plan to kill Wood today, if Graff was there at the time, with his strength Robben would not have had a chance to get into the car, although the teenagers were ruthless, but their strength was still much weaker than that of adults. Whether Graff pulls Robben or Wood, the final outcome is the same.

Looking at the faint clouds floating in the sky outside the window, Durin shook his head expressionlessly.