Chapter 120 (1/2)
”Bastard!”
In the broken orphanage, on the dirty and messy street, a burly man grabbed a boy with brown hair and threw it to the ground.
The young man's newly acquired bread rolled aside and covered with a layer of dust.
Then, the grumpy man spit on the boy, kicked over the boy's body, punched and ravaged him wantonly.
The boy held his head in his hands, curled up in the corner, snorted a few times, and was beaten blue and blue on his back, chest and neck.
Seeing this, none of the staff of the orphanage helped. On the contrary, they looked at the good play and had a deep disgust for the youth.
Those who live at the bottom are slaves deprived of their rights (slaves have no human rights).
The so-called orphanages, in the name of responding to the call of the state and out of humanitarian spirit, are actually strongholds for selling young children, and the profits in one year are quite considerable.
The huge profits contained, coupled with the secret support of various forces, have made many orphanages impressive.
The teenager was born with a disability, one leg paralyzed, and his appearance was ordinary. His communication with his surrounding companions was even rare. As a result, he was abandoned in the orphanage. No household wanted to buy an unhealthy child with little money, which greatly reduced the value of the teenager. Under the special treatment of the upper class, the food a day was just a hard crumb.
In order to survive, he often stole food from the bakery next door and barely survived.
But it is hard for ordinary people to imagine that he kept the bottom line and did not rob more children's food.
The gray sky is full of haze, as if covered with a layer of dust of human suffering, and as if suffering from a terminal disease and falling into the skin of a dying patient, it is withered, dead and disgusting.
”Bitch! Dare to rob me of my food and don't know how to live or die!”
The man abused wantonly and spit wildly until the boy gradually lost movement, his paralyzed thigh was injured, and his festering skin rubbed and bled. The man took back his fists and feet.
”Oh, it's really comfortable to beat up. You waste, it's only so useful.”
The man laughed, his eyes fell on the bread falling on the ground and frowned.
”It's really unlucky to meet such a little bastard.” the man whispered and wanted to go away.
The boy trembled, stretched out his hand eagerly and landed on the bread, but a shadow fell above.
”Click!”
The sound of the fracture suddenly sounded, and a boot stepped on the hand of the bread. It was very strong, and the bread was crushed.
”If I'm in a bad mood, you still want to have food... Ha ha.” the man turned back and built his happiness on the pain of others. It's really pleasant.
”Stop, are you crazy? That's the adult the count once received! Don't make a bad impression on him in front of the orphanage.”
Just then, one of the man's companions patted him on the shoulder and pulled him aside.
”Oh, you're lucky. I'll let you go this time.”
Before leaving, the man scolded again and followed his companion with a happy mood.
”Woo...”
Aware that the man really left, the boy trembled, and the more rigid bread had already become powder.
But he ate the bread powder carefully. Perhaps, this time, the pay is out of proportion to the return. In the eyes of ordinary people, the energy digested by the dusty bread can't repair his injuries. This is a foolish act.
In a few months, or half a month, the teenager is expected to die from his severe injury.
”It's really a special talent. It can stick to the ground and absorb strength... This orphanage, ha ha.”
An ornate old man stood in front of the boy and whispered.
He was dressed in a moon white robe, embroidered with majestic and striking red, and the corners were inlaid with gold silk, which did not hide the noble identity of the newcomer.
”Sir, you pour fresh blood into the divine court. Why look for this lame man...”
Nearby, the official sent down by the count to receive the big people reminded him.
”No, I think he's pretty good.”