marvel god of war

Craig's shop was still quiet, and there was a jazz band playing lively tunes on the stage.

As soon as Ashley came in, her attention was attracted by the black man playing the trombone. He leaned over Wayne and peeked at him secretly.

The black uncle seemed quite kind. When he saw Ashley peeking at him, he deliberately swayed his body to interact with her.

Wayne didn't bother him after seeing it and just kept chatting with Craig.

While the two were chatting and laughing, there was sudden noise at the door.

The two of them frowned and looked back, only to find four teenagers in tattered clothes cursing at several big men approaching them menacingly.

Filthy words are no longer enough to describe the words spouted from these people's mouths. Passers-by frowned and avoided them in disgust.

At this time, Frank said with a familiar look: "Are they Frank's little guys? What kind of trouble have they caused?"

With that said, Craig stood up and walked towards the door of the store, looking like he was going to mind his own business.

Seeing that the approaching people were all in good health, Wayne was worried that Craig would suffer a loss, so he left Ashley in the care of Tracy and followed him out.

"We agreed that we would give money when we deliver the things, but now you bunch of bastards are beating people without paying? CNM is stupider than anything, you bunch of bastards deserve to be crushed to death by Kingpin!"

The shortest boy, Frank, whom Craig knew well, was jumping back and yelling at the same time.

Following him were two girls and a tall young man who were wearing hoodies to cover themselves up.

The two girls stopped talking. At this time, they were so scared that they only dared to shrink behind Frank.

The young man seemed to be a coward, he didn't even dare to say anything, he just pulled Frank back continuously.

I don't know which of Frank's words offended the strong men. They were walking and rushed over. It looked like they were about to fight.

The four Franks immediately pulled each other and fled, just in time to bump into Craig and Wayne who were coming out.

"Frank? Frizzy, what happened?"

Craig had a sense of justice in his heart, so he pulled Frank behind him and blocked the sight of the big men with his body.

When Frank saw Craig, he hesitated and threw away his hand. He backed away and said, "Don't worry about us. Craig, you should be careful about yourself!"

After just a moment of delay, the pursuer had already passed Craig and grabbed the girl in the pink sweatshirt who was being held by Frank.

"Where are you going!"

The man pulled hard and tore the two children's tightly clasped hands apart, then pushed her to the ground and then leaned over to punch her.

Wayne was too lazy to care about these things. After all, it was difficult for outsiders to tell who was right and who was wrong.

But no matter what, he still couldn't stand this kind of bullying.

As he took a step forward, a calloused hand covered the man's shoulder and pulled him back.

When his accomplices saw Wayne meddling in his own business, they waved their fists and tried to hit Wayne.

The punching style was very powerful, indicating that this person was no ordinary gangster, at least at the level of a thug.

Feeling threatened, Wayne's eyes widened and he pulled out a big ear scraper with his backhand. The speed was more than three times faster than the man's punch speed. Before his fist reached Wayne's face, it was imprinted on his face.

Snapped!

Wayne didn't use much strength, but he still knocked the man to the ground, and he didn't recover for a long time.

"you..."

They are all bloody gangsters, and they will not back down just because Wayne is ruthless.

There are many more people who are crueler than Wayne, and it’s not like they haven’t experienced it before.

The remaining two people rushed forward together, but they could not escape being slapped by Wayne.

After one person received a slap and the distribution was evenly distributed, the three of them cursed and ran away crawling on the ground.

"Hey, brother, you slapped me enough to be able to play in the game, you're awesome."

Seeing how fierce Wayne was, Frank gave Wayne a thumbs up with stars in his eyes.

Wayne looked at this heartless man and even began to doubt whether what he just saw was what really happened.

Is this the consciousness a person who is about to get beaten should have?

However, he was not in the mood to waste words with these young people in society, and complained to Craig: "You are already so old, and you are not afraid of others stabbing you? Do you really think of yourself as a young person?"

With that said, he went back to the bar regardless of Craig's rebuttal.

Little did he know that he had already gotten himself into trouble.

Seeing Wayne's indifferent look, Frank's heart suddenly throbbed. He understood that it was the feeling of someone trampling on his self-esteem.

Perhaps because he was used to the pain, he lowered his head and said nothing, pulled Susie who was lying on the ground, thanked Craig and left.

Craig looked at the boy's strong back, feeling unbearable in his heart.

But after remembering what Wayne said, he gave up his thoughts and returned to the bar with his body hunched.

"Frank, what do we do?"

The tall guy's name is Joey, and he looks a bit imbecile.

After following Frank for a long distance, he stopped in front of a trash can and asked.

Frank rummaged through his pockets, but he had nothing on him except two ten-cent coins.

The other three people also searched for a while, and finally collected less than fifty cents in currency.

Frank held the few coins and fell into thinking, thinking about how he could find a meal for the three remaining family members.

"We can't stay in Zhongcheng anymore. Those bastards won't let us hang out here. We have to find a way to go north, or go east."

The other three followed Frank's lead and waited for him to give orders.

Frank hesitated for a while and then decided: "You can't go to the north. That's a wealthy area. There are too many police. Even if we don't do anything, we'll still be caught. Let's go to the east. We haven't been there yet."

Susie struggled for a while, and said in her voice as soft as cotton candy: "But those guys are in the east. If we go there, will..."

Frank was stunned for a moment, and then he remembered what a terrible place the east was to them.

When they wandered here from Brooklyn, they encountered the entanglement of a few old men. This group of people specifically caught young boys and girls like them and sold them to the war zones in the Middle East as prostitutes.

Frank has a tender skin and tender flesh, let alone two beauties like Susie and Julie.

Maybe only Joey, who was tall and thick, could survive.

"Frank, why don't we go steal something to eat? I'm starving."

Julie covered her stomach with one hand, with a bitter look on her face: "Let's secretly take the subway to Queens. There are more Chinese people there. They are easier to bully. They won't care if you steal some snacks."

Frank rejected it outright: "Julie, we agreed not to be thieves anymore, but you can't stand it so quickly? Don't you think we can't rely on our abilities to find a way out?"

"But...but didn't we fail?"

Susie couldn't bear it anymore.

The four of them were wanderers from Miami, and they did almost all the petty theft, peddling, and deception along the way.

Under Frank's restraint, they did not do anything too extreme, so they were able to survive such a long journey without being arrested by the police.

After arriving in this city of their dreams, Frank desperately found that this city was not suitable for their survival than Miami.

In just four months, they moved from Brooklyn to Manhattan, but never found any job that could support themselves through labor.

When Susie said this, Frank was so wronged that he almost shed tears.

"Hey! Guys over there, I have some leftover chicken wings from yesterday that I can't sell. Would you like to come and help me clean them up?"

At this time, Craig stood at the entrance of the alley and shouted.

Frank suffered most of the pain that can happen to people in this world, but he never cried because of it.

Instead, she shed tears now.

He secretly wiped the tears on his face with his sleeves and proudly shouted to Craig: "I only eat yesterday's leftovers, not today's!"

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"Do you know who they are? Are you just showing kindness?"

Wayne looked at Craig with some dissatisfaction. Four teenagers were sitting in front of the Portman Bar, holding a pizza box and feasting on it.

Craig smiled bitterly, shook his head and said, "Looking at them, I always feel like I am looking at my younger self. No one helped me at that time, so I might as well help them."

Wayne was silent for a long time and then said: "The people they messed with are not good friends at first glance. If you help them, you will definitely get into trouble."

Trish, who was sitting next to Wayne and Ashley, also looked at the four teenagers talking and laughing at the door. She always felt that their backs were pitiful and strong.

Craig laughed when he heard this, picked up the wine glass and took a sip, and said, "Didn't you help them too? If those people want to cause trouble, you will support them, so I won't panic at all."

Wayne was speechless at this cunning man, shook his head and said, "Forget it, that's your business, I don't care about you."

Ashley saw the whole thing, pointed to the remaining chicken wings on the plate and asked Wayne: "Wayne, I can't eat anymore, can I give these chicken wings to them?"

The smile on Craig's face changed, and he even crossed his arms, ready to see how Wayne would solve this matter.

Wayne stood up with Ashley in his arms, pointed at the four Franks outside and asked her, "Do they look like beggars to you?"

Ashley hesitated, nodded and said, "Like..."

Wayne denied without hesitation: "No, they are not beggars."

Ashley's little face wrinkled up and she said tangledly: "But... they need help. You helped me when I needed help, and I want to help them too."

"Yes." Wayne explained: "But they don't need help, at least they don't need your pity-like help."

Ashley was even more confused. Seeing this, Wayne was determined to help her gain knowledge, so he picked up the plate of chicken wings on the table and said, "If you don't understand, let's try it and see if they accept it."

After the father and daughter left, Craig asked Tracy somewhat depressedly: "Tracy, Wayne is so good at dealing with children, why did he ask you to teach her how to read?"

Trish thought for a long time and guessed: "Maybe it's because he is illiterate."

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