It wasn't too late, Calais didn't arrive until eight o'clock in the evening.

Many of the shops were not closed, and the rudimentary street lamps flickered and emitted a dim glow.

These shops were able to open here, largely under the protection of underworld organizations. The shop does not require rent, and only needs to pay a protection fee, so it can operate safely.

In a way, it's still very safe.

The rudimentary composite walls are stained with dirt and paper, and people who don't need to work at night gather in groups and twos in the humble bars on the side of the street, drunk and dreaming to death, passing the time.

There are no laws here, it's not illegal to kill someone, and there's no need to be surprised if you find a decomposing corpse in an alley.

And it is easy to get drunk too much, and it is not uncommon for many violent fugitives to make trouble in taverns.

However, the only people who dare to open a tavern in the slums are the biggest local underworld forces.

Anyone who made trouble ended up being thrown into the East China Sea, 300 kilometers to the east, to feed the fish.

Over time, a kind of order developed in the slums.

Calais has also lived here for more than a decade and knows the slums well.

Not many people walk down the street, it only takes ten minutes, and with Calais's outfit, you will definitely be targeted. The tower chose to walk through the dark alleys, without sound, and Calais passed through them like a ghost.

The alleys are dirty, with sewage flowing everywhere, garbage everywhere, and wild cats making noises in and out of the trash cans.

Calais did not make any extraneous branches, and expertly walked through the slums to this huge federal garbage dump.

The time of day is the morning when the garbage is dumped, and the garbage in the east is naturally the fattest, while the rest in the west is the real garbage.

It was already night, and the scavengers had already retreated to rest and return home, and the garbage dump was extremely deserted at the moment, strolling on the edge, Calais could only see a few figures scattered around.

Some of these figures are old fritters who are not afraid of death, and some are night watchmen of certain forces. Here, each garbage dump has an area allocation, and even in the middle of the night, if someone sneaks in, they will inevitably be cut off and disabled.

In the slums, becoming disabled is undoubtedly about the same as a dead person, and he does not live long.

But people die for money, birds die for food, and there are still people who can't resist the temptation of fat garbage, pin their heads to their waists, and sacrifice their lives here.

There are also smart people who will collude with the night watchmen and make a fortune together.

All in all, it's just a mess here.

Occasionally, Calais was seen by the Night Watchman, but did not react to him not crossing the line.

Head northwest along the dump, the most barren part of the dump and the real garbage left behind after the big waves.

If there is a baby who wants to slip through the front to get here, it can be said that it is even more difficult, almost impossible.

Correspondingly, the people in the vicinity here are also old, weak, sick and disabled, and there is no oil and water.

It was here that Calais was born.

It was in this most barren place that little by little, the old man pulled Calais to the greatest.

Walking along the edge of the dump and looking back at the scenery brings back memories of Calais.

Fragments of what had once been pictured, scene by scene, were replayed in Calais's mind, like a slideshow, non-stop, repeatedly.

After a long time, Calais finally arrived in this familiar place.

The hut where they once lived is long gone, now an open space overgrown with weeds.

The old man was buried not far from Calais, where weeds were also grown, and the gravel tombstones were long gone, and some were only slightly bulging ground.

Walking to this cemetery, which is too humble to be called a tomb, Calais seems to feel the intimate smell through the loess.

Seven years later, even though the flesh was rotting and the corpse was reduced to white bones, Calais could still feel the familiar breath.

It's a family feeling.

Calais stood in front of the grave, closed his eyes, and two lines of tears slowly flowed from Calais's eyes.

Instead of crying, Calais stood and wept, feeling his family below through the loess.

Time flies, time flies, and what remains unchanged is the land and the breath buried below.

The former Calais, who stabbed the enemy with his hands, nailed it to the wall with a three-inch nail to vent his hatred.

In Calais today, the hatred has faded, people cannot be resurrected from death, and only memories and mourning are left.

The former Calais, who was hunted down and killed, was outlawed, uprooted from his homeland, struggling on the brink of life and death.

Today's Calais is able to walk between heaven and earth, conquering the world, and it is difficult to meet opponents.

Sadly, those who have passed away can no longer see what they are today.

What about the world?

The grace of nurturing cannot be reciprocated.

In this way, Calais is in front of the cemetery, and one stop is a day.

Scattered scavengers passed by during the day, but they were all far away, and no one came to provoke the strange man.

At night, the sky is densely packed, with the help of the moonlight, you can vaguely see the red clouds in the sky, the thunder is flickering, and a heavy rain is coming.

The prelude to the rainstorm, the dripping rain hit Calais's face, ticking, but Calais was unmoved, still standing in front of the cemetery.

It's a tribute.

Soon, the prelude had passed, and the torrential rain was pouring down.

The rain soaked Calais's clothes and hair, sticking to his skin one by one, and the rain dripped down his arms, some sliding over the crutches, and the dark green luster gradually turned blue.

The torrential rain did not wake Calais, who was still immersed in memories and mourning.

A full hour had passed, and Calais was already soaking wet and had become a water man. Calais still had no intention of moving in the torrential rain, and the torrential rain had no intention of stopping, and the two sides seemed to be competing with each other, and neither was convinced.

Even though the rainy season has passed, Hildefa, a coastal city, still receives such a large amount of precipitation.

I don't know how long it took for Calais to feel something strange, and although the sound of the pouring was deafening, the feeling of the rain lapping on his body was weakened, as if something was hanging on his head.

It was a worn-out umbrella with two patches on it, and the rainstorm fell and pierced the patches, and the rain ran down the hole.

Opening his eyes, Calais caught a figure out of his peripheral vision, disappearing into the corner of the house in the distance.

The man gave Calais an umbrella with kindness, in order to prevent him from getting wet in the torrential rain, although the result was the same, but this action interrupted Calais's standing.

Calais, who had stood for a day and a night, finally moved, strolling around the corner, the view catching the figure that had disappeared around the corner.

Even if Calais could sprint over and catch up with the other party in an instant, he didn't do it, strolling away, it was the instinct of the body, it was the deepest desire of the heart. Feeling this innocent kindness, Calais doesn't want to alarm the other party, whether he can catch up depends on fate.

Following the dim figure from afar, circling through the dilapidated compound houses, along the leaky eaves, Calais finally stopped.

Calais heard the conversation.

"Where have you been?" It was a man, angry and impatient in his tone, questioning the other man.

"I, it's raining, I don't have an umbrella, Brother Biao is sorry, I'm really sorry." The voice that replied was timid, with a hint of trembling, begging for mercy at the man.

This is a young girl, petite in stature, with dark red hair that is very rare in the Federation.

The girl's back was to Calais, and she couldn't see her face clearly, but she was dressed differently from the ragged civilians, immature and sexy, and the clothes that were not new supported the girl's figure well.

"I'm sorry for your mother, I've been waiting for you for two hours, don't you want to mess around." The man published, scolded, and saliva could be splashed on the girl's face.

"Yes... I'm sorry, Brother Biao, I was wrong, I won't dare next time, give me a chance. The girl had a hint of crying in her tone, and kept begging Brother Biao for mercy.

"Damn, did labor spend so much money on you as a bitch just to let you release my pigeon?" Brother Biao was very angry, words were not enough to explain his anger, and he could only vent it with his hands.

slapped the girl directly.

The girl didn't dare to dodge, closed her eyes in panic, and kept crying in her mouth, muttering sorry.

However, the long-awaited slap did not fall, but the girl heard the sound of bones shattering.

"Ah!!h Then a scream rose to the sky, piercing the night, but it was drowned out in the sound of the torrential rain.

The girl opened her eyes, and a soaking black haired man stood in front of her.

It's the one standing in the middle of the rain!

The black-haired man didn't speak, but he grabbed Brother Biao's hand cleanly, and then the bones shattered again.

This time it's the forearm.

The screams rang out again, but they were drowned in the torrential rain again.

"Yes, yes, yes, I'm sorry, let me go." Brother Biao was so pained that tears and snot flowed together, and he knelt on the ground and kept screaming for mercy, hoping to let this demon who appeared out of nowhere spare his life.

Calais did not stop, holding the cane in his right hand, he directly slapped it in the face of Brother Biao, and the powerful force flew out with the whole person, smashed into the garbage heap behind him, and passed out.

Calais did not kill him and spared his life, but with a broken hand, his status in the slums must have plummeted, and what awaits him will be revenge from his enemies to death.

"Your umbrella." Calais returned the folded umbrella to the girl, and with the help of the dim light, Calais could see the girl's face clearly.

The delicate face is wearing light makeup, but the makeup has long been washed away by the rainstorm, and it looks a little ugly, the red eyes and small nose are obviously left by crying when he is afraid of Brother Biao, and the long hair is stuck to the body, one match and the other.

The girl's appearance is not beautiful, but she is also slightly delicate, but in a place like the slums, she is completely superior, and her immature face and voice can arouse the desire of others to ravage.

The girl was a little stunned, did not take the umbrella from Calais's hand, and stood in place, not moving.

"Your umbrella." Seeing that the girl did not react, Calais repeated the words again, and handed the umbrella to the girl's roots.

"Ah, thank you." The girl reacted, took the umbrella with trembling hands, and kept saying thank you to Calais.