The trajectory of the world king in the United States

Narrow Island is indeed a hell. This was Seber's first impression of this place.

He dared to say that the dirtiest place he had ever been to, the streets made of earth in a small town in Africa, were cleaner than the streets on the narrow island. He could not believe that in a modern city, , there is actually a place like Narrow Island.

It was dark, gloomy, and the house was constantly being raised to accommodate more people. When he raised his head, what he saw was like the sky in a cage, which made Seb feel depressed. There was also the smell in the air, the smell of rotting things. , rats running around randomly in the darkness of the streets, this place is simply the epitome of all the malice in the world.

If it weren't for this child, Seb wouldn't even take a step here.

The very existence here is the best proof of despair.

Fortunately, Fat Jon lives not far from Narrow Island Station. It is at the top of a three-story building. It is noon, but this damn place is filled with On the stairs filled with disgusting garbage and suspicious water stains, Seb felt like he was walking in a filthy hell.

This unpleasant environment undoubtedly deepened Seb's inner anxiety, and then this anxiety turned into an unbearable anger.

Finally, Catherine stopped at the door of a room on the far right side of the third floor. Seber looked at him with his eyes. Catherine, who was trembling all over, nodded. The next moment, Seber stretched out his hand and put his hand on Catherine's hand. I patted my head,

"Call the door, kid, if you don't even dare to do this, I can't help you. Catherine, remember, no matter what you do in the future, fear is your biggest opponent, no matter whether you want to bring fear to others in the future, You must first learn to control your fears."

Seb squatted in front of the trembling Catherine and said to her gently,

"Child, I will protect you. Now you just need to take the first step to get rid of the fear in your heart."

The girl in front of her burst into tears, but three seconds later, she took a deep breath to relieve her tension, then wiped away her tears, walked to the rotten and damp wooden door, and knocked three times aggressively. Door.

This may be her last chance to escape from this hell. Catherine is more mature than other children of the same age. She can clearly realize this. She cannot throw away the last rope in her hand to climb out because of fear, just like back then. On the rainy night when she was escaping from the orphanage that abused her, she couldn't stop climbing over the high wall because of fear.

"Who?"

A grumpy voice sounded from the house. Just by listening to the voice, you can outline the general image of this guy. He is a fat man weighing 200 pounds. He is slovenly, vicious, fierce, and maybe has bad breath. Hey, this is disgusting.

When Catherine heard this voice, she felt pain all over her body, those wounds, those beatings, she wanted to escape infinitely, but that voice, about getting rid of fear, echoed back and forth in her mind, and she wanted to look back. Was Seb there? She thought again about what Seb had just said, about the sounds of fear and counterattack.

She actually learned something. She had to be like Seb, who dared to rush forward in the face of four people. That kind of courage was what she needed. In the end, she did not look back, but summoned up all her courage and said tremblingly,

"It's me Catherine, I'm back"

"You little bitch, you came back so early today. Are you lazy again? Damn it, I'm going to beat you to death if you can't steal 50 dollars today. You won't be able to eat today."

"boom"

The door was opened, and a fat man with messy hair appeared in front of Catherine. He looked at Catherine with empty hands, but she had changed into clean clothes, and the stains on her face and neck had been washed away. He saw a brand new Catherine. The child was trembling with fear as before, and he didn't even notice Seb behind Catherine. He roared, and he stretched out his hand like before, but Catherine did not close her eyes and suffer silently like before.

On the contrary, she clenched her fists and just looked at him. Watching the fist come down, she tried her best to open her eyes wide, like a little lion ready to pounce and bite at any time.

"Kill you"

Although Catherine was ready for any counterattack, with the little girl's current condition, it was naturally impossible to defeat this damn 200-pound fat man, so someone did all this for her.

"Get away from me"

"boom"

Before the fist came down, Cyber's roar was accompanied by his kick.

At this moment, sawdust flew everywhere, and the surprise on the face of fat Jon, who raised his fist, still remained. He didn't know who Seb was, or why this guy appeared here, but his body was already accompanied by three points. One of the wooden doors flew upside down after roaring for a lifetime.

Seb touched his left hand on his waist, and a beating silver light jumped into his palm. He turned back and patted Catherine's head.

"Well done boy now it's my turn."

When he turned his head, the smile on his face had disappeared, and there was only a cold murderous intent. He had made a promise with Catherine with his life. The little girl had done everything she promised, and now it was his turn to fulfill his promise.

Kill the fat man in front of you who has died ten thousand times. Oh, by the way, he is also a member of Jamie's gang, so now, he and Seb also have a grudge.

"Who are you?"

Fatty Jon was almost choked by the kick just now, but his reaction was not slow. When he saw Seb rushing over, his first reaction was to rush to the corner of the dark room, where , there was a firearm that he used for self-defense, but the moment Jon got the gun, severe pain came from his back, it was the feeling of a sharp knife entering his body.

Behind him, Seb pulled out the bloody dagger, rubbed it on his clothes, and then punched it down.

"Oh help, help"

"boom"

Before Jon could scream, a chair had already hit his back, knocking him to the ground. The pistol came out of his hand and was caught by Seb. He raised his fist and held it. Fatty Jon grabbed his head and slammed it against the wall with his hands, making a dull collision sound and Jon's miserable cry.

"Please let go of everything I have here. The money belongs to you."

"boom"

What answered him was a cold, merciless fist, like some kind of cruel justice judging him, cold and heavy.

Jon knew he was in trouble. He begged frantically for mercy, but all he got was a beating from Seb. Seb didn't use a gun or a knife anymore. To deal with such garbage, there was no need for weapons at all.

"You beat the little girl, you are very powerful, fat man"

"Snapped"

"You have a great time fighting, isn't it fun to bully others?"

"boom"

"Does it hurt? Well, let me ask you if it hurts. Answer me."

"Please don't ask you"

"bang"

Another chair exploded on Jon's blood-stained back, and sawdust and broken wood stubble flew everywhere. Seb picked up the broken chair leg and started beating the fat man, punching to the flesh. , the sound of beatings silenced the neighbors next door, as if they were in a silent hell.

In just 3 minutes, Fatty Jon completely lost the ability to fight back under this violent storm and extremely ferocious attack. He fell to the ground in a pool of blood, breathing hard, like a dying wild boar. .

But Seb took one look at the dark house and didn't let him go. He casually pulled out the wires of the TV that was still on and was showing something inappropriate for children. Wrapping it twice around his neck, he found some messy threads from other places in the house, tangled them together, then grabbed his hair and dragged him to the bathroom, where blood was drawn out on the ground. A prominent line.

His hands and feet were tied, and the wires wrapped around his neck passed through the ceiling, hanging his heavy body in the air.

After doing all this, Seb turned around and saw Catherine standing at the door of the bathroom. The little girl was petrified. She just stood there, watching Seb do all this cruelty.

Seb grinned at Catherine,

"Be good, turn around, good boy, don't look."

Catherine obediently turned around, but the moment Seb turned around, she turned back again. Her fists were clenched tightly. She wanted to see Seb kill Jon with her own eyes, and completely end everything in her heart. The most fearful thing.

Jon was unconscious, so Seb chose the most direct way to wake him up. He scratched Jon's stomach with a dagger. The pain of the sharp blade entering his body made the fat man wake up immediately, but as soon as he opened his mouth, a rope was tied around him. into Jon's mouth, turning all his sounds into sobs.

Seb patted his bloody face and said to Jon who was extremely frightened,

"Look, now you're hanging here, you have to stay standing, and once you fall down, the rope around your neck and your weight are going to strangle you."

Then, Seb turned the dagger in his hand and stabbed Jon in the abdomen again. Blood flowed out and dyed Seb's hand red. In Jon's painful groan, his voice was like a demon,

"But now you're bleeding again. If you can't break free within half an hour, you'll bleed to death. You're trapped."

Seb patted Jon's cheek with a cold, bloody dagger to make him wake up more.

"You know, bastard, the only person who can save you now is her."

Seb pointed at Catherine Anne who was standing at the door of the bathroom, "That little girl you have abused for a whole year, the child you abused with fists, knives, and cigarette butts, as long as she nods, I will let you go immediately. Guess, she Will I save you?"

After saying that, Seb walked aside, turned on the faucet, and began to rinse his hands and face, as well as his dagger, while Jon hesitated to Catherine in fear. Unfortunately, he could not speak, and he had never heard of that child. There was a hint of deep-seated hatred and a hint of relief in his eyes.

He knew he was finished.