"It's all right," Pepi said, "for the people of the Western Continent, the Thani have only one face. ※ Kai ~ Meng ~ book ~ net, more ~ new ~ most ~ fast!. ※”

The boy was standing on top of the boxing ring, and his opponent was getting up from the folding chair, a black man, with shiny skin, so black that it was almost impossible to think that his bones and blood were the same color. His face was childish, and his round nose, thick lips, and short curly hair indicated that he was from a little further south, and that he was close to an adult's height, weight, and a beautiful set of muscles.

"That's a child, too?" Amp asked, "He's more of a dad than I am."

"Under fourteen." Pepi drank the pale beer he had brought with him and ate the free fries provided by the gym.

Amp grimaced, "But in that case," he said, "the little man couldn't have hit him on the head even if he had stretched out his arm, and he could almost kiss his directly!" He turned to Beelzebub and Sasha: "Who did he fight in the last battle?" A giant too?"

"His last opponent was a girl," Sasha replied, "and he killed her."

"So who do you think will win this time?" Amp continued to ask with great interest, "I want to make a bet."

"Down on the Thani." Beelzebub said.

"Even if he was beaten badly?"

Kids boxing matches last only one minute per round, and in those sixty seconds, Thani's boy has already been knocked out twice.

"Even if he was beaten badly." Beelzebub said: "He is the most essential difference from his opponent."

"It looks like a game with a huge disparity of strength is the one that is the most likely to be surprised," Pepi said, squishing the beer can, "especially when it also involves a lot of money." ”

Then they heard someone next to them involuntarily let out a loud scream.

Probably no one could understand what had just happened, except Beelzebub and Sasha. Some were looking around blankly, but all they could see was that Thani's boy was fighting back frantically.

"He kicked him and spat in his eyes." Beelzebub said.

"The most important thing for a Thani fighter is not his fists, but his legs," Pepi said. Legs can be used in boxing matches, and a kick from an adult Thani fighter can directly break a bamboo equal to the diameter of his calf, and they are so fast that some people have said that it is like being bitten by a poisonous snake. ”

The people who shouted around them were the coaches of the black boys. He didn't see much, just like everyone else. But he can still curse the Thani and accuse him of intentional fouling.

The referee lazily walked over and separated them, then turned around and asked the black boys' coach if he needed to give up the fight because his boxer had a shattered eye socket and an ankle that wasn't objective — "it looked like it was broken and he couldn't get up." ”

The Thani boy stood in the ring, calmly punching himself, his gloves stained with blood, and his face and shoulders hurt terribly. But it doesn't matter, it's the last game of the day and he'll be treated soon, as well as good food and a comfy bed.

He plays well and is willing to follow the coach's instructions to win or lose. So among the same Thani children's boxers, he gets the most money, he gets the best treatment, he sleeps in a room alone, he can go to the hospital, he can write letters to his family, he can send money. You can also play video games for an hour under the supervision of your coach when there are fewer events.

His name today is Shin, but his real name is Another, and luckily most of the time he is still called Another, and he likes the name because Lord Hanuman, with his four faces and eight hands, is also a monkey.

The monkey god has great powers and is able to catch clouds. Capturing the sun and moving mountains, it also helped Prince Rama fight against the devil Ravana and rescued Princess Sita, who was merciful and brave. It was revered by the people of the Tani as a teacher of learning, a patron of agriculture – and his mother gave him this name in the hope that the boy with this name would be blessed with the shade of Lord Hanuman.

Perhaps she was right, no child could be smarter, stronger, stronger, and more powerful, and he could wrestle with oxen, catch monkeys in trees, bite off snakes' heads, and work all night without tiring the next day. A volunteer at a charity taught him to write, and he learned 500 words.

Before leaving, the volunteer promised that he would come back, and he was willing to adopt another and let him come to the Western Continent to learn more words.

He left at the beginning of the summer, and on the third day the other brother was sent back, half paralyzed, blind in one eye, and the other brother was a boxer, and the young man who sent him back demanded a large sum of money from their mother, because the other brother's medical expenses were paid for by the coach, and he gave the other brother a life, and now he has to take it back.

What can you have in another home? They had no land, the other brother never sent money back, his father died, the other mother was too old, his sister was only two years old, and his brother was a baby.

Another said he could punch, and when a young man was laughing, he pounced on him and broke his ribs.

He was beaten half to death by two other people, but in the end, the man who could make the decision took him away.

If you stay at home, will you be able to wait until the volunteer returns? If he had kept his promise, would his family have been better off than he is now?

I don't know, he only knows, if he doesn't come out, then his two-year-old sister and younger brother, who is still a baby, will be taken away by those people, and there is a place where even such filial sons and babies can "work".

Another six months of training, one year of boxing in Tini and two years in the Western Continent. The coach allowed him to correspond with the family, and in the first reply, the other mother told him that his brother had died the day after he left home.

He had a premonition about this, and when he left home, he took one last look at his brother.

It was another secret, and he told no one, not even his mother and best friend—as long as he focused on someone, that person's body would shine like the sun, the young man was bright, the old man and the child were weak, but some young people were as dark and gloomy somewhere as if they were covered by dark clouds, and those places were either injured or not good.

In the ring, this one is very useful, and many fighters have old injuries that they just can't see. They don't even know it. As long as he keeps an eye on these places, he can always take them down.

He had also been beaten to the point of dying more than once - only to learn that the coach would not treat them at all, and that his brother had been wiped clean at best - and he had thought that he would die in a bloody mess, like his companions who were thrown in the corner of the tent. But no, he came back to life again and again, the coach thought he was a useful good boy, he gradually gained more resources and experience, and the other name became known by more and more people.

This is the blessing of the monkey god Hanuman.

When he arrived, it was clean and beautiful, as the volunteers had described, the food was plentiful and delicious, even the water was sweet and clear, and he got more money. Maybe in a few years, he will be able to buy a house here, take his mother, sister and brother over like those fighters who are in the newspapers and magazines, and the family will be happy. Happy to live together.

Closing his eyes, he imagined that he had been reunited with his loved ones, living together in a house as magnificent as a heavenly palace, and eating curry made by his mother every day.

The door opened.

When he noticed someone standing in front of him, looking condescendingly at him sleeping in a blanket, he didn't panic too much. He doesn't have a ** and doesn't understand what kind of bullshit it is, the coach can walk in anytime and anywhere, and he will bring people over, sometimes he is the host of the gambling game, and sometimes he is a curious and rich gambler.

Beelzebub sat cross-legged in the middle of the bed and watched Sasha go about with his bare feet.

"What are you doing?"

"Find us a place to talk." The bed at the hostel is an old-fashioned cast iron bed. There were delicate beams and columns for hanging curtains, and Pkins had taken no less than half a dozen sheets from the front desk of the inn, which he was now busy hanging up.

Beelzebub watched his bed turn into a snow-white square box, "Do you think this would be more suitable for conversation?"

"We're not talking here," Sasha said. He nudged Beelzebub to get out of his place, and then pulled him to lie down with him, shoulder to shoulder, "Beelzebub, you know me...... Like you, there is power – but my power is not the same as yours. ”

Beelzebub nodded.

Sasha. Hopkins in his father, Anthony. With Hopkins' guidance and help, he built his own palace of memory, which was probably one of the safest places in the world, but he couldn't talk to Beelzebub there, because the palace of memory was completely defenseless to his father, and he could always step into it and learn any of the secrets stored there.

Their ensuing conversation was not known to a third person, and they didn't want to attract anyone's attention in any way. So Sasha had to take a small risk and set up a temporary palace of memory in a short time - if that was all there was to it, it wouldn't be too bad, the problem was that he had to find a way to get Beelzebub in.

"I hope you still remember—Beelzebub, do you remember that we watched a movie together? It's called Inception, an old movie. ”

"Remember," Beelzebub replied quickly, "I like the Beretta, the one that can be fitted with a silencer, and the Beretta 92F and G3SG1, and you keep pinching me."

"Because you're always napping in key places...... Okay, I'm going to tell you a quick moment now, I'm going to build a space, and this is the first time I'm going to construct a memory space on my own, and I'm going to invite someone other than my father into it...... So ......"

"So?"

"I can't make it too complicated because of some of its places and the dreams set in Inception...... It's going to be a bit like, for example...... When you're in it, you can't question the space. ”

"What happens when you have doubts?"

"It's going to pop up," Sasha whispered quickly, "I can guarantee that I'll be able to 'come back,' but you have to be careful." If you are ejected, there are two scenarios, one is 'coming back' and the other is 'getting lost'. The latter is the case...... Well, please stay where you are, I'll come to you. ”

"I can't fix it myself?" Beelzebub found it funny: "I remember you once taught me how to get rid of nightmares."

"Put away your imagination," Sasha said with a dark face, "for the next five minutes, you can set yourself up as an empty-headed idiot when you don't need to talk and listen, and I don't want to be trampled by a horde of prehistoric mammoths running wild."

"Does this have anything to do with the box that holds us?" Beelzebub keenly grasped the key.

"My architectural space will be modeled after it," Sasha said, his fingers moving over the sheets, "and it's going to be real." So, you don't have to think about what the hell this place is, it's your bed, nothing else. ”

"I kind of get it." Beelzebub said, "So I'm going to get acquainted with it, am I?"

"Try to familiarize yourself with it, every detail, what you see, what you smell, what you hear, what you feel," Sasha sighed, "God, I suddenly regret it a little."

"Oh, that's a bit cruel, man." Beelzebub said.

((One second to remember)