Beckland, early hours of the morning, East End.

A group of half-grown children gathered at the end of a roadless alley, wrapped in slatted wooden slats and boxes, leaned on each other in dirty blankets, trying to keep warm in the exceptionally cold November of the year.

These little ones don't have a place to call home, and in this cold and depressed winter, they have to rely on their own hands to build shelter.

At least while they're here, they'll be able to dodge the Whisk oversight, or rather, loot a few of their thugs.

If you can't steal something, you have to beg, and if you don't look pitiful enough, then beat it and drag it to beg, if you can't grab something, you will grab it, and if you can't grab it, you will waste food, and you will be further punished.

The thugs who supervise the children are also more tightly regulated, but when they are squeezed, some of the harvest goes into their pockets.

Therefore, in the face of boys and girls who cannot provide any possessions, their disgust is more real, and even if nothing happens, they may torture the "useless waste cubs" just for fun or venting.

In fact, even if these children are abandoned, they are inherently different from street children - because their father or mother is controlled by those mafias, and the children born by accident are unable to raise them, and no one will kindly send them to the orphanage, after all, these children can also be squeezed out of value.

They were barely alive, partly because of good fortune and partly because of their more flexible minds, to stay in the screening of the Whiskers and continue to wander around the blindfolded place of the East Side law.

These children are sometimes a few less, sometimes a few more, and they are all silent about it, and they will not deliberately expose it, but they will not cover for the extra street children when the thugs are searching.

Tonight was an equally ordinary night for them, with makeshift shelters to keep the wind out but not to really keep them warm.

When footsteps came from the mouth of the alley, the oldest boy immediately opened his eyes.

Sleeping on the outermost side, he climbed out of the plank as soon as he rolled over, and looked warily in the direction obscured by the discarded crates, which connected to the street outside.

There was no light in the alley, and the boy could only vaguely see that the other party was shorter than his height, and even when he saw that the figure was a child, the boy did not let down his vigilance.

He felt for the knife hidden in his back pocket, took a few steps forward, and deliberately kicked the empty wine bottle placed by the entrance, so that the sudden sound woke up the rest of the children.

Another black-haired boy came out of it, clutching an iron rod tightly in his hand, and exchanged glances with the boy, and the two lay in ambush behind the box.

"Rex, Jayne, long time no see."

When he heard that voice, the black-haired boy Jayne was stunned for a moment, then laughed and was about to run out, but Rex, who was a few years older, grabbed him by the collar and pulled him back violently.

"It's none other than a rabbit! The bastard didn't die on the ship, he said he was leaving Beckland—"

"Shut up!" Rex said coldly, still vigilantly holding the knife in his hand, he had long been used to being wary of anyone, and naturally he could hear that the boy's tone was very unfamiliar.

At least the rabbit will never talk to them in that tone, and even if they greet them with a smile, it should not be an alienating and arrogant attitude.

However, when he saw the man who had come in from around the corner, Rex pursed his mouth tightly, and Jayne, who had just stood up from the ground, also showed hesitation, he really couldn't connect the boy in a short black suit with his best friend in his memory.

Although the appearance is exactly the same, the temperament on the body is completely different, as if ......

It's as if someone has replaced a rabbit.

And the impostor didn't even hide himself, he just stood in front of them, and almost opened his mouth to tell the two of them, "I'm a fake."

After such a thought popped up in Jayne's heart, he couldn't help but fight

shuddered, and quickly took two steps back: "You, are you a rabbit?"

The brown-haired boy twisted the crystal lens in front of his right eye and fastened it tighter, "yes, I've been back to Beckland for a while. I'm sorry that I've been busy with other things, so I can't come back to say hello to you."

As he said this, he took a step forward, only to be confronted with the tip of Rex's raised knife.

Rex looked gloomy: "Don't come here, who the hell are you?" We have nothing to do with you!"

"Yes, yes! You're not a rabbit, we don't know you!" Jayne chimed in.

The brown-haired boy stopped in place and looked at the two children with strange eyes: "Strange, is it *** disturbing? Or is it because of her relationship......

He stopped talking to himself in the middle of the way, and then flashed a gentle and polite smile at the two of them, "Of course we have some relationship."

The "rabbit" took out a gold ring encrusted with gems from his bosom, shook it in the night, and then put it on his thumb in a flamboyant manner:

"I think you're familiar with this, Rex. Those thugs have been working for the owner of this ring, and as you can see, now it's mine."

"You're just a kid, I don't think they'll believe one...... The thief's words."

Hearing this, "Rabbit" chuckled under his breath, his face sinking into shadow, but Rex could barely see the gesture of fiddling with his fingers to show the ring.

"To be honest, they don't care that much about who the owner of the ring is, it's enough to know fear. And in their eyes, I am the owner of this ring, do you have any other questions?"

Rex's brow furrowed even tighter, he didn't speak, just put distrust on his face, but Jayne looked at Rex without saying anything, "Is this...... Kind of weird?"

"Rabbit" snorted lightly, if it weren't for the fact that there was no way to parasitize now, and there were some things to investigate, he wouldn't have come here like this and catch up with these rabbit children:

"Oh yes, in case you can't see enough, shouldn't you light the lamp?"

"That's a good idea."

A female voice, also smiling, rang out behind the "boy", a hand gently placed on his shoulder, and took the boy with a smiling smile to his side.

A soft light fell in the darkness, and at first Jayne and Rex thought it was some kind of glowing flying insect, but when their bodies were pierced by points of light, they immediately realized that it was something they had never seen before.

A soft warmth spread through his body, and Jayne's eyes widened as he felt a strong sense of familiarity, but before they could react, all the light flew back to the woman's side.

Her eyes surrounded by light were gentle and calm, and when she looked back at them, there was always a little unspeakable sadness.

Jayne stammered to say something, but all the light went out, and the lady's figure disappeared with the rabbit.

The two boys froze in place for a moment.

Rex blinked, goosebumps from a gust of cold wind, he looked around left and right, and asked Jayne blankly, "Did something just happen?"

"What?"

"Why are we standing here?"

"I don't know, I don't remember." Jayne scratched his head, "Maybe the same as the other day, which lost wildcat did you hear again?"

After waiting for a few more moments, Jayne yawned, "Looks fine, then I'll go back to sleep."

Rex glanced at the alleyway and picked up the warning bottle: "Strange ......"