[Hunter] Mrs. Hachama

The women on Meteor Street are very distinctive, typical representatives are Ma Qi, Paknotan, and Xiao Di. These three people have become the most attractive women on Meteor Street after a few years, and they have contributed to the magnificent dreams of many Meteor Street men at night. And it is still standing after many years.

However, I think this has to be added with a premise - a powerful Meteor Street woman.

Women in Meteor Street are generally very independent, but in this Meteor Street with a population of 800 million, everyone has a face or character that is different, memorable and admired. means a higher death rate.

Therefore, most of the women in Meteor Street just manage their own survival mode since they were young, and then they keep worrying about their livelihood. In their spare time, they may look up at the blue sky above their heads. Get back into life.Like most people in this world.

My mother's name is Rita, and she's a prostitute.

This is her business model.

I'm probably a bastard born without proper safety protection, but it's nothing to be ashamed of, after all, it's Meteor Street here.Maybe tomorrow you can see a person who claims to be a former rich lady who looks extremely dignified and hugs the thigh of a passerby, willing to do anything, just a little food.

Everyone is equal sometimes it is very simple, just change the environment.

Outsiders are always the most vulnerable, Rita said.When she said this, there was a vicissitudes in her eyes that could not be hidden.

No matter where in this world, there are always a group of gossips.No matter when I mop the floor, take out the garbage, wash the sheets or serve the dishes, those eight women will come over and ask me how your mother used to be. If I shake my head blankly, they will look disappointed and contemptuous. Looking at me, I really look like that bitch.

If I raise my fists, they will run away from a distance, stop after a certain distance, turn their heads and curse: "Bitch, I can't imitate your mother's beauty, so I will be a handyman for the rest of my life."

Rita is the number one here, and she is always indispensable for big business, and there are even a few people with the ability to protect her.When she was 18 years old, she resolutely gave birth to me in spite of the opposition of outsiders. When the cry of the baby filled the whole room, the old woman who delivered the baby said with great regret: "It's a pity that such a good gene is long disabled. .”

If I could talk at that time, I would definitely say: "Fart, which baby is not born particularly ugly!"

Later, when I grew up, I looked in the mirror... Well, that old woman really has a unique vision, I just look very outstanding.

But a beautiful woman is always easy to attract people's envy, besides, a woman's life is not good, I comfort myself like this.Then it turns out that this is a very outrageous idea—isn't that just talking about Rita?

Rita often said that one should not be arrogant but one should not be without arrogance. I don’t understand. After all, education in Meteor Street is not popular. When I was ten years old, I was able to understand some simple picture books under the guidance of my mother. It is considered a high level of education .

However, some things can indeed be learned without a teacher.Those eight wives gave me a more simple and crude explanation after hearing my question - just one white lotus flower, who has been doing this business and still looks unstained, but they have to admit that those prostitutes .Customers like this.

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When I was 14 years old, because I was fierce and strong, the store manager felt that she had to make the best use of everything, so he kindly spared me from doing some rough work and became a full-time bodyguard.

When Rita heard the news, the hand sewing the sweater paused, and then a faint smile rose from the corner of her mouth: "That's good, I don't need to do rough work."

It is indeed a good thing, after all, this is the fringe area of ​​Meteor Street, there are a lot of gangsters, there are not many people with real strength, and the really strong don't bother to make trouble here.Plus, I'm naturally aggressive, and most of the time I just glance at them and they'll just give in.

It didn't take long for my name to spread, and people called Meteor Street District [-] Sweet, Fierce, Brutal, Rough, Evil and Charming Bodyguard—of course, I added the last two adjectives myself.

Anyway, I'm doing pretty well in this shop called "Sweet Honey".

Just when I thought that I could just find a man to have a child and raise the next generation of Meteor Street people in such a busy life, Nobunaga appeared, plus his partner Wojin.

There is nothing special about their appearance, just on a business as usual night, the sky is scattered with stars, the stars are only a few dim lights, there are a few couples in the shop flirting, and some arrive in the room, the room is full of rouge The smell of gouache, over the years, I have also been contaminated with these smells.

Just when I thought that tonight would be peaceful and peaceful, suddenly a sound exploded in my ears.

The door was kicked open.

There are two incandescent lamps hanging at the door. The bright lights are in stark contrast to the dim lights in the store. They highlight the appearance of the two people, as if the two troublemakers are the protagonists.

The big man in the caveman's animal costume (later I learned that his name was Wo Jin) asked in his loud voice: "Who is the 'Sweet, Fierce, Brutal, Brutal, Evil Bodyguard of District [-] of Meteor Street', come out!"

As expected, he came here to smash the field, and he spoke loudly.And he actually called me by a name that I don't even remember clearly.

I turned my head to face them, then twisted my face, and grinned twice—this is my usual murderous method, generally speaking, 70.00% of them are successful, and I soon received the effect— —

"Hey, that one sitting over there, what are you doing winking at us?" the caveman said again.

The method of murderous force is invalid.I was very upset that he looked at me with his chin, and wanted to talk to him with his fists instead, but I caught a glimpse of his muscles, and the long black hair of the person next to him with a somewhat indifferent expression but couldn’t hide his excitement—come today The people who hit the field are very powerful.

A thought flashed through my mind, and after thinking for a second, I stood up and said, "I am."

Sure enough, both are ready to move like a beast.

"Hey, come and fight!" The caveman patted his thigh excitedly.

I frowned in displeasure, stood up and moved my feet, watching the caveman preparing to shake his fist, the long black hair putting his hand on his knife handle, I seemed to hear the store manager’s gasp——she probably Worry about financial affairs that will be damaged.

I took two steps forward, looked at them with my chin like the cavemen, and said condescendingly, "Have you been drinking?"

"Huh? No." The two of them couldn't figure it out.

"Then did you find fault with the service after you came here?"

"No." The two were a little confused.

"Then you were sent by Qingrongrong to smash the field?"

The two looked at each other and shook their heads.

I took a breath: "Are you trying to simply fight with me?"

The two nodded without hesitation, and the large swing showed their inner determination.

I stretched out my hand, and explained under the inexplicable expressions of the two of them: "If you fight, one person will be [-] kiyo per hour."

"Are you kidding me? You still need to be charged for fighting?" The long black hair showed an expression of disbelief, and there were faint veins on his forehead.

"Are you kidding? Is fighting something you can do casually?" I imitated his tone.

On Meteor Street, fighting is indeed not something you can do casually. After all, most people in Meteor Street still want to live a good life, and most people will not make a move until a certain time. Currency, and business competition.

Sometimes I think that Meteor Street is just a country abandoned by the world, but the people inside will not give up on themselves because of this—just like if people say you are ugly, can you not live?

However, most fights are free of charge. Of course, my kind has nothing to do with the word "majority".

The two sides are deadlocked.

After a while, the long black hair suddenly burst into laughter: "If we hit the field, wouldn't you have to fight?"

The caveman next door also had a look of sudden realization: "That's right." After saying that, he picked up a nearby chair and wanted to smash it down.

I rely on.

I also thought that the two of them seemed to have low IQs to deceive them.The guy who says you don't judge by appearance is superficial, and I'm going to fight him.

I also grabbed a chair and wanted to compete with it. By the way, I thought about telling them to fight me one-on-one, which might have a little chance of winning.

"and many more--"

I turned my head and saw Rita coming down from the second floor. Her clothes were put on in a hurry. I guessed what she was doing just now, but her walking posture was still graceful, and her beauty was not diminished by the haste. .

True beauty is never threatened by time or situation.

When I saw the two straight-eyed guys in front of me, I was inexplicably irritable: "What are you looking at, haven't you seen a woman?"

"Weijia!" Rita called me so sternly for the first time. At the same time, she walked over and put her arms around my shoulders. She smiled at the two guys in front of her, and said in a tone so gentle that water could be squeezed out: "If you two If you want to find someone to fight so much, please go out and turn right and walk straight for five kilometers, the boss of the [-]th District has no shortage of talents, and it is not a skill for two men to be aggressive against a little girl."

"Besides, you two have to see clearly what this place is for. It's better for you to stand here and affect the business. If you disturb some people, you will probably have a good fight tomorrow."

When I said this, Rita's tone suddenly became sharp.

……

Afterwards, the battle was one-sided, and Rita got the two of them in a few words, and the two of them actually looked guilty and vowed not to make trouble again.

I guess I really didn't learn one percent from my mom.

I lowered my head, ready to accept the scolding from my mother and the manager of the after-the-fact store—one of the store's rules is that those who do not drive troublemakers independently are unqualified bodyguards.

The rules in the store are extremely strict. Even though I have only been on the job for three months, I am still in the internship period. I clearly understand that this opportunity is not just for the store manager to make the best use of it, but also for Rita to fight for it.

However, the always harsh store manager just patted my head and didn't say anything.And Rita just said lightly: "It's not enough, Wei Jia."

not enough.

I looked up at the back of my mother who had passed away. She was 32 years old. Although she still looked like she was in her 20s, there was no doubt that she had begun to age.The profession of prostitute is exchanged with life. After a few years, no matter whether she is young or not, she cannot continue.

Both I and she needed a way out.

"Rita." I softly called out my mother's name, and then took a deep breath, as if the oath said would be more weighty.

"I will, I will become stronger."

The author has something to say: I am drunk, why JJ swallowed all the spaces in front of all my paragraphs, causing me to do it paragraph by paragraph.

Well, posting at this time is a dead end, there is no manuscript and no outline, although it is a short story, so I worked hard to collect a lot of four before posting ==

I still feel rushed, but why do I think August [-]th is a good day?

It should be difficult to do daily updates... right?