Hull knew that persuasion was useless, so he didn't stay longer and left with the people.

The door to the office was closed again, and Huo Yu looked at Ah Cheng: "Really not going back?" Maybe go back and see your parents and see where you were born. ”

Ah Cheng's voice was very soft: "When I was a child and was about to starve to death, I also had the luxury of hoping that I could find my parents and be taken home by them and get a little love. I can endure hardships, I am never afraid of pain, I can do any job, I am healthy without any diseases, I can only eat a little food and not cause a drag on them, I can't figure out why I was abandoned. ”

"Later, I entered the underground boxing gym to box, and I saw a lot of orphans who were abandoned like me, I thought it was normal for my parents to give birth to children and then throw them away, so I never struggled with the problem of being abandoned, I had an idea at that time, I want to live, it doesn't matter who my parents are, I decided at that time that I would never look for them."

He didn't expect that the couple who raised him were not his biological parents, no wonder they threw him away.

His memory was so vague that he couldn't remember them at all, he only remembered that there were two people who had raised him for a while, and then woke up one morning and were in the wilderness.

It was a chaotic and impoverished place, many people could not eat, and he did not wake up naturally, but was woken up by a vicious dog, which did not eat, and often bit weak children to eat.

That was his first outburst.

With his bare hands, he used his tender hands to kill the vicious dog.

At that time, he was only six years old.

He didn't know why he had so much strength, he didn't know why he had the instinct to fight, but since then, he has lived with his fists.

He is getting more and more able to fight, and older children can't beat him, let alone younger than him.

When he really ran into a strong teenager, he desperately hid and ran desperately.

He didn't know how he survived, maybe no one had to get along with him as a wandering little beggar, no one desperately wanted to kill him, after all, it was not easy for anyone to live at that time, and the most important thing was to fill his stomach, not to kill a child, and not to eat it - everyone had not lost their hearts to this extent.

So he survived in the cracks, wandering from place to place until he was eight years old, when he was favored and tricked into going to an underground boxing gym.

He thought that the wandering life was finally over, that the ordeal would never be again, but he did not expect that this was the beginning of a nightmare.

He was too young to beat those adult strong men and couldn't escape.

Day after day, he was thrown into the gladiatorial arena, first with the fierce wolf dogs, and then with the children who were even more ruthless than the wolf dogs.

Thankfully, he was so talented that his reflexes and physical strength were increasing day by day, and his excellent results earned him enough food to eat—much better than what he had eaten when he was wandering, and even a spectator threw him chocolates to eat, which he had never tasted before.

He grew up rapidly, he didn't have time to think about his parents, his opponents were getting stronger and stronger, and there were even children five or six years older than him who appeared in the same gladiatorial arena as him, and if he didn't want to die, he had to focus all his energy on fighting.

He didn't die.

He won.

At the age of nine, with talent and strength that ordinary people could not match, he fought throughout the gladiatorial arena and won the championship.

(End of chapter)