father

The fat man looked at the "house" piled up of rubbish not far away with a pale face, trembling all over.

——That was his former "home". The lighting panels on top of it were scraped out from the waste with great difficulty. Take a hot bath; the sharp door panels have been removed, leaving only a string of scattered door curtains, which he ground out bit by bit in his spare time... Everything in this house is fat man bit by bit It is assembled from point to point, every place and every detail is made by himself, this is his "nest".But, but they turned his house into...!

Fatty had never been so angry before, but under the huge anger, there was a little bit of unknown sadness.

"Father." Standing arrogantly in the shadow of the fat man, his whole body was painted black, only the smile that was always crooked was particularly bright and strange. "Please give the order, as long as it is your order, I will fully implement it."

The blond deacon's glasses reflected the light, his white gloved right hand rested on his left chest, his slightly tilted upper body was very respectful, but not humble.

"So, give your order, my lord father."

Just like the devil's sweet temptation, their indulgence promotes the negative emotions of human beings, amplifies them, and then constitutes evil.

"you……"

Someone who appeared suddenly interrupted Fatty's words, and a group of people in different costumes quickly surrounded them.The group of people wore the typical Seventh District attire—no extra accessories, and the parts of the clothes were obviously gathered together, and all kinds of knives and weapons were tied to the parts that would not affect the flexibility of the joints. .The only thing that unites them is a blood-red mark, which looks like a wolf.Everyone held a weapon in their hands, pointing at the fat man and arrogant in a messy but orderly manner, the significance of which was self-evident.

"Hey, this is not the place where the young masters and ladies from the high-end area come..." The leader standing on the pile of trash looked down at the two people surrounded below him, scrutinized their clothes with one eye, and decided own attitude. "Please leave immediately!"

If the two who broke in were dressed differently, the blood wolf would not hesitate to order to kill anyone who dared to offend the blood wolf gang.The two people wearing high-end clothes in front of them are obviously senior residents from the third district and above, and may even be nobles from the second district. As for the royal family in the first district, people in the seventh district cannot imagine it at all.

Tsk!The blood wolf thought very uncomfortably, when did this group of nobles not dislike the seventh district so much, and actually came to the seventh district that they described as shit?

Facing so many laser guns, the fat man reflexively softened his legs, but he still insisted on expressing his anger.

"You, how could you make, make that into...!?"

The blood wolf followed Fatty's instructions and looked at that area. He really didn't understand why the black-robed man in front of him was so angry.Just now, the fat man's weak legs made the blood wolf look down on him very much, and the little boys in the high-level area are really useless except for their background.The blood wolf hid this disdain in his eyes, and looked down on the two of them a little, and the words he said unconsciously carried a hint of sarcasm.

"Yo, I don't know what opinion you have about our excretion place, young master?" The blood wolf looked down at the two of them condescendingly, and there seemed to be faint titters from around: "If you dirty your eyes, young master, then please immediately leave."

The fat man shouted angrily: "That's my den!"

The audience was silent for a while, and then roared with laughter.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." The blood wolf held the gun in one hand, and exaggeratedly wiped the corner of his eye with his hand: "I didn't know you have such a great sense of humor, young master."

A nobleman ran to the seventh district and suddenly pointed to a piece of excrement and said it was his nest. This scene was extremely funny and humorous.Fatty's face flushed, facing the unscrupulous laughter, there was also a faint hostility - he was very familiar with that kind of hostility, and he used to look at people in the previous districts like this in the past.The fat man murmured and argued: "I, I used to be from District [-]!"

The laughter continued, and the other party thought the joke was not over yet.People in the seventh district can fight for the first few districts, and there are more or less people who really escape the shackles of the seventh district, and then live in the first few districts—but at least there is a premise that they absolutely cannot cross the fourth district !

The fat man felt very cold, and the feeling of being rejected made him almost cry out of fear.It's different, it's not the same anymore.Since he returned to the seventh district, countless details kept reminding him of this fact. The initial excitement was already chilled by this knowledge. The fat man could only plug his ears, close his eyes, and escape like an ostrich again.

The fat man stared at the one-eyed leader at the top, like a child eager to be recognized, and his voice was trembling: "I, I am a fat man! That, that shameless fat man! The fat man who has stolen your food many times! "

The blood wolf was stunned, his one good eye looked up and down the black robed man in front of him again, trying to remember.

District Seven has a habit of calling people by their nicknames rather than remembering their names.It's as if Blood Wolf's name is not actually "Blood Wolf", but because he is the leader of the Blood Wolf Gang, others gradually got used to calling him Blood Wolf and forgot his real name.The same is true for Fatty, his real name is not "Fatty", but everyone around him called him that, so his name became "Fatty". .

A shadow flashed past in his vague memory, Blood Wolf frowned, he remembered such a wretched fat man, that fat man was quite famous in District [-] for his wretchedness and shamelessness, Blood Wolf was also harassed by the fat man Remembered him several times and gritted his teeth.It's just that in his impression, the fat man disappeared a long time ago.The slender man in front of him who is dressed in rich and luxurious clothes and is so white that he is that fat man who is extremely shameless? !

——When did those moths get interested in playing role-playing in District [-]?

For the first time, the blood wolf felt that his brain was not enough. He took out a dry cigarette from his waist and started to light it. This was a good stuff he accidentally found in the ruins.When the fat man saw the stick of tobacco, his face immediately changed.

"That'smine!"

"Tsk." The blood wolf narrowed his eyes and tapped the dry smoke in his hand.Fatty immediately felt the other party's anger, the sentence just now was definitely the fuse that caused the war in the seventh district.But the one-eyed leader of the Blood Wolf Gang didn't turn his back on him, instead he smiled. The scar on his face made that smile look a bit hideous. "Oh? It's an honor for the young master to be interested in this little rag."

——It's all because they didn't see him as a person from the seventh district at all, they were polite but distant, and looked down on him with a little awe.

"In that case, young master, let's make a price." Seeing the fat man's eyes widen in surprise, the blood wolf said with a sneer, "you get what you pay for, young master, don't you even understand such a truth?"

"No, it shouldn't be like this..." Fatty didn't know how to defend himself at all, he could only repeat clumsily: "...that was originally mine, it was mine..."

Fatty turned his eyes and looked around, and found that everyone was sneering with hostility, as if they were watching a clumsy clown perform. This feeling of being excluded made Fatty extremely cold——

—He was abandoned by the Seventh District.

"Father." His original sin whispered and smiled in his shadow: "Those are just humble ants, and you don't need to care about the thoughts of ants."

"The seventh district is worse than the dust on your shoes. It's not that it abandoned you, but you left it."

The arrogant voice was not loud, but it reached the ears of everyone present.

"Crack!" It was the sound of the blood wolf throwing away the dry smoke, and he narrowed his eyes dangerously, like a volcano that finally couldn't help erupting. "Who do you say is an ant? You fucking say it again?!"

The people in District [-] have never been good-tempered and nice gentlemen. If they didn't care about the background of the two, the blood wolf would have blasted the two of them into scum with a laser gun.But this kind of patience is extremely limited. Violence and conflicts have turned the tempers of people in District [-] into hedgehogs—if you are not ruthless, then you will never have a chance to be ruthless again.Obviously, the blood wolf gang has been completely aroused bloody.What a broken background, what a trash master, let those go to hell!When the time comes, your hands and feet will be fine.

The handsome blond deacon didn't seem to notice the hostility and commotion caused by him, and the gold-rimmed glasses always reflected only one person.

"Please give the order, my lord father."

"Let... let them leave, I, I don't want to see them!" The fat man covered his face with his hands in horror, he didn't want to hear, look, or face the fact that he had been excluded. "And that stick of tobacco..."

The arc of the arrogant mouth became more and more charming. The deacon in black leaned his right hand on his left chest with a white glove, leaning down like a knight receiving an order.

"Yes, myfather. (Yes, my father.)"