Chapter 265: Inhumanity (73) (1st + 2nd + 3rd + 4th) [VIP]

That night, everyone in the courtyard gathered together for dinner and talked about the incident as if it were a joke.

"Brother, did you know that someone came to Zi Street today?" a gangster mentioned while taking a bite of rice.

"Did anyone come to Zijie during the day?" The tall and thin man thought for a while while holding the bowl. "I was wondering why the people outside looked at me and Lao Guan in strange ways when we came back."

"They said the child was the illegitimate child that his family lost thirteen years ago," Sister Qingshan rolled her eyes, "What a psycho! Don't we know that others don't know? Does he have anything to do with that group of people?"

"Yes, the show is so grand," the sixth brother said sarcastically, "that guy who claims sons everywhere, who am I to blame? He actually complains that the ground in Purple Street is not clean and he even wants to lay a red carpet before he walks on it. If I hadn't told you, I would have thought he was the Red Bean Princess."

"Princess and the Pea, Sixth Brother." The child corrected.

Sixth Brother: "Oh, it's all the same, it's a habit of rich people."

Everyone at the table agreed.

"Who is that old man?" someone asked curiously, "The one who held the child back from leaving."

"It is said that he is the family's ancestral housekeeper..." Sister Qingshan twitched her lips, "I wonder if this group of people knew that we were embarrassed to beat up the old man in front of us, so they asked him to come out, right?"

"The child has only been out of Zi Street a few times since he was born. How did this group of people find him?" Lao Guan frowned.

"I don't know." Everyone shrugged.

What happened during the day was like a farce. The people from the Qiao family came in a grand manner and wanted to take the child away. After everyone, including the child himself, clearly refused, the group left in a mighty manner.

But the looks from that group of people before I left did make me feel a little uncomfortable.

It was a kind of condescending pity and disdain that the noble families outside Purple Street showed to those who lived in Purple Street.

"Well... I think I know why," the child finished the rice in the bowl and said awkwardly, "It seems to be because of the person I saved a while ago..."

"Who are you? Did you save people without telling us?" Curiosity showed on everyone's faces.

"It's... the night when Yang Yuze died in the 23rd Street incident... It's not that you guys couldn't go out, so I was the only one who went." He touched his neck awkwardly, "The guy I brought back that night who claimed to have accidentally entered Purple Street said he would repay me when he left. I didn't take it seriously, but this afternoon, I saw him among that group of people."

"That DNA..." He paused, "I guess he forged it."

"Fuck!" Some thug was so angry that he put down his chopsticks. "He calls this repaying! This is repaying? Huh? This is the first time I see someone pressing his head and making someone call him daddy! I shouldn't have saved him that night!"

"Old Four," the tall and thin man picked up a dish with chopsticks and looked at him calmly, "You wash the dishes tonight."

"No," the thug was interrupted in the middle of his rage and shrank his neck, "Brother, aren't you angry? He is so ungrateful, is he mentally ill?!"

"Why should I be angry?" The tall and thin man said calmly, "Doesn't the child plan to follow them?"

“That’s true…” The thug blinked, “How could a kid go with that group of people?”

"That's right, just sit down and eat, it's embarrassing."

"In a place like that, you probably have to report even for talking. Who can stand that?"

"It must be painful to be with these so-called upper-class people who look down on others all day long."

"really."

Everyone at the table was talking to each other, and the atmosphere suddenly became harmonious again.

Xiao Tang stood nearby and wailed, "Ah - I'm so hungry too -"

They have been in the illusion for more than a day. Although she doesn't feel hungry here, she still feels greedy when she sees others eating.

Huang Mao muttered to himself, "This may be the retribution for wasting food in the last illusion."

"How can you say it's a waste of food!" Xiao Tang argued half-heartedly, "There was a grudge who tasted every dish."

The expert from the next city in Master Zhan’s dream is really a tough guy.

Yuan Shanming shrugged: "I thought this kid would follow that group of people."

Now it seems that these people from Purple Street don’t look down on those famous families.

"Have you ever seen the working people empathize with the capitalists?" Dita said silently. "The people of Purple Street look down on the noble families the most. After all, the City Guards don't protect them, and they don't enjoy any citizen treatment in the City of Violence."

That's true.

Zi Street is full of illegal residents, and the children are already thirteen or fourteen years old but do not have a formal identity document. His reputation is gradually rising, but in the mouths of Zi Street people, he will always be known as "the kid from the front street."

At the beginning, he would complain in front of the tall and thin man and Lao Guan, saying, "I clearly have my own name, can't these people call me by my name?"

In the end, the child accepted his fate.

Who told this group of guys to be so unruly that they only call him a kid when they go out? He grew up in this area and when he was young, everyone on the front street called him a kid. Now that he has grown up, this group of people can't change their way of calling him.

It's not easy to have such a big name in Purple Street. Last time, when the tall and thin man and Lao Guan were not there, he went out to fight with other gangs. After he announced his name, the people on the other side looked confused and called out "Who are you?" and asked "Let the person in charge of your gang come over."

The child took a deep breath and said, "The kid from the front street."

The opponent disappeared in an instant.

Everyone who heard the story recounted by the thugs who went to the fight with him that night laughed out loud.

Xiao Tang was probably really greedy, and he ran to the kitchen in a rage, pulled out a pair of chopsticks, and started snatching food from the people at the table.

Yuan Shanming pulled Bai Jinshu's sleeve and asked, "Who do you think the owner of the illusion is?"

"The man," Dita replied, "You need a formal ID to live in the residential area of ​​the City of Violence. If anyone here is likely to have an ID, it's the man named Hang."

"I'm more inclined to believe that they might take this opportunity to ..." She hadn't finished her words when the door was suddenly knocked.

In the small courtyard, the crowd was having a good time. A group of them, the triggerers, were standing or sitting by the wall. Guan Hongyan and Dita were sitting by the wall and subconsciously glanced towards the door.

"Damn, he dares to come!" Guan Hongyan looked shocked.

"Who's here?" Yuan Shanming looked up.

“That investigator,” Dita said with a shocked expression. “Damn, this guy is really not afraid of death. After what happened during the day, he still dares to knock on the door now. Isn’t he afraid that a group of people in the yard will eat him alive…”

The door was opened by the child.

The kid probably thought so too. When he saw the researcher suddenly appear, the shock on his face almost jumped out.

"You still dare to come?" He widened his eyes.

"Who is it, kid?" came a voice from behind.

"Go, go, go, explain to them clearly that I am not their child," the child quickly pushed the researcher out, saying, "I don't care what you did, I know my life story very well, I know who my mother is, and there were people around when I was born, I can't be the child of the Qiao family, don't forge my identity, and don't waste their feelings!"

He knew the tempers of the guys in the hospital very well. If this researcher appeared in front of them, without mentioning anyone by name, any one of them would eat him alive.

Zi Street is not a good place. Many people have died there. Some of them have bad tempers and will really pick up the legs of stools and smash them to death.

Considering that this researcher had good intentions but malfeasant intentions, the kid thought it would be best to get rid of him quickly and not cause any more deaths here.

"Boss! Boss, don't chase me away! I'm here to explain!" Before he could finish his thought, he heard the researcher shouting loudly.

broken.

These two words suddenly appeared in his mind.

Once this voice is heard, the people in the yard will definitely recognize who he is and will beat him to death...

Sure enough, the thugs in the yard immediately recognized who the visitor was based on the address.

"How dare you come here?!" Someone rushed over directly.

“Hey, hey, hey!” Sister Qingshan shouted from behind, “Be careful not to beat him to death!”

Her words sounded caring on their own, but they became different when coupled with her tone of not minding the fun.

The one rushing over was Sixth Brother.

"I'm here to explain! I know you are not a child of the Qiao family!" The researcher's voice became even louder.

"You know you still..." The child was speechless.

"Of course I know, but I'm just repaying you, boss!" The researcher said confidently, "You don't know, the Qiao family will be finished without you!"

Child: "...I think you are finished."

After these words came out, he really couldn't stop them. He hoped that his sixth brother would listen to his wife and not beat him to death.

"There is no one to inherit the Qiao family in this generation! As long as you are willing to go, the entire Qiao family will be yours!" Just as Sixth Brother's stick was about to fall, the researcher shouted.

"So what? I don't care..." The child was puzzled. "If there is no one to inherit, then go find someone. You rich people have to come to Purple Street to find someone? Isn't it embarrassing..."

The Sixth Brother didn't care about that and hit the man's leg with a stick: "Get out! Get out!"

"What's going on?" Lao Guan came out of the room in confusion.

"Brother! It's him!" The hooligans stood up angrily, "All the people who came here today are because of him! They stole the child!"

The child said weakly, "Excuse me, Seventh Brother, please don't make me sound like I'm three or four years old, okay?"

The researcher was beaten with a stick, but he didn't give up. When he saw Lao Guan coming out, he shouted at the top of his voice: "The Qiao family values ​​bloodline and refuses to let outsiders take over. As long as you are willing to go, the entire Qiao family will be yours! The current head of the Qiao family has a terminal illness! He is dying! When he dies, you don't have to stay in Purple Street anymore! You can go live in the City of Violence!"

"What do you care about me? Damn it! I can live wherever I want. It's none of your business if I go to the top of the world!" Lao Liu cursed and continued to want to hit him rudely.

"That's enough. The noise is so loud that people around here are about to come over," Lao Guan frowned and said, "Stop fighting and drive them out. It's troublesome if the Qiao family kills someone. Go ahead and explain to them clearly that we have seen the child's parents before and they have nothing to do with your Qiao family. It's not our money and we are not interested in it."

He said he had met his parents, which was naturally just a casual statement, but considering Dai Quan's statement and the fact that the child was indeed special, it was certain that his identity had nothing to do with the Qiao family.

The child quickly pushed him out and slammed the door shut.

There were several knocks at the door, accompanied by the researcher's voice mixed with cries of pain: "I'm sincere! The head of the Qiao family is not good, and he has a terminal illness. The child who was lost many years ago is no longer known whether he is dead or not. When you go there, there will be DNA proof, and you will be the next head of the family! I am repaying you!"

"Hurry up and leave," the child glanced at the sky, "it will be dark in about half an hour. If you stay here any longer, you will meet more dead spirits."

There was a pause in the knocking at the door, and one could almost hear the researcher's hesitant breath.

"I...I'll come again tomorrow!" He said this and left in a hurry.

"Tsk, what the hell is that?" The Sixth Brother threw away the stick in his hand and, relying on the fact that he was a head taller than the child, ruffled his hair. "The child is ours, it's none of their business. If you can't have a baby, you're stealing someone else's child. How shameless."

"Oh Sixth Brother... Sixth Brother! Stop rubbing! Your hands are so dirty and covered in blood!" The child jumped back and ran away.

"Tsk, just like when we were kids." Sixth Brother stood there and kicked the tree roots unhappily. A thug came over from behind and poked him with gossip.

"Hey, did you just hear that?"

"What did you hear?" Sixth Brother turned his head.

"Of course I heard that the Qiao family master is not good!" Xiao Tang sat on the wall and answered with interest, "Dita, have you heard this gossip?"

"No," Dita shook her head sincerely, "How could I know that?"

"Your city of violence can't keep secrets!"

"That doesn't include secrets like this!" Dita twitched her lips, "I feel like my ears are dirty..."

Who wants to know whether this forty-something "superior" man with his eyes high above others is capable or not?

The thugs in the yard saw that it was getting dark and started going out to check the doors of the residents on the front street one by one.

The triggerers sat in the yard and watched the memory fade, and then several flashbacks followed.

In the flashback, the researcher was like a plaster that could not be shaken off. He had to report every day. The gangsters went from being furious at the beginning to being speechless, and finally got used to it.

When the sky was filled with sunset glow, some hooligans would even look at their watches and ask casually, "Hey, that dog-skin plaster didn't come today? It seems that the institute is working overtime."

The knock on the door appeared like a shadow: "Boss! Boss!"

"Right, that's right," the hooligans looked at each other and put their legs down from the table, "This is how the day is complete."

Lao Guan sat in the rocking chair, picked up the notebook next to him and poked the child's shoulder: "Open the door."

"Wait a minute! Wait a minute!" The child was so frustrated that he scratched his head, "Wait until I finish this question!"

The tall and thin man walked by leisurely and glanced at it: "It's already wrong, forget it, open the door."

“Ah—” the child wailed, “Brother, why should I learn this? They obviously don’t use it!”

"We are no longer old enough to learn math. Our brains have already degenerated," the hooligans said calmly. "It is enough to have you and me, two educated people in the yard. We are willing to be ignorant illiterates for the rest of our lives."

"Shit!" The child continued to calculate to the end, but when he saw the answer, he realized it was wrong. He cursed, threw down the notebook and went to open the door, "Have you finished your words today? If you have, get out!"

"Boss! Something happened!" When the researcher saw him open the door, he actually shouted a line he had never heard before.

The child then saw that the person standing behind the researcher was an old man whom he had only met once.

Sister Qingshan said that this person seemed to be the Qiao family's ancestral housekeeper...

He frowned strangely: "What's the matter?"

The old man stepped forward and said earnestly: "The young master is critically ill."

"Ah?" The child was stunned for a moment, "What does that have to do with me? It wasn't me who beat him..."

"Go and see him for the last time!" The researcher winked at him frantically. "Sir, I know you don't want to abandon your foster brother, so I just hope to see you one last time before I die."

"No..." The child was speechless. "How many times do I have to tell you that I am not your child? I have my own parents. What's the difference between you picking me and dragging a random kid off the street to meet him?"

After a flashback, he had grown a lot taller and was almost catching up with the thugs in the yard.

The conditions in Zi Street are not good. The gangsters did not get enough nutrition during their growth period and they are not very tall. But the child is different. He grows like a string and is almost 1.8 meters tall before he reaches adulthood. When he stands there just looking at his back he does not look like a child anymore.

As he grew up, his appearance gradually lost its childishness, and the power of his genes became increasingly clear.

Every time Dai Quan came here, he would exclaim, "Wow, you look so alike! You and that pregnant woman look like mother and son at first glance."

The pregnant woman did not leave any photos, and only Dai Quan knew what she looked like. No one knew if it was because he had watched the child for so long that he had automatically put a filter in his mind. Anyway, whatever he said was true, and the child would sometimes look in the mirror and try to restore the appearance of his biological mother through his own face.

The hooligans passing by were speechless: "Okay, that's enough, don't learn your sixth brother's narcissism and look in the mirror every day."

The child's inexplicable sense of loss suddenly disappeared.

He knew in his heart that he did not belong here. The barrage of people in front of him, whom he called "brothers and sisters" when he was a child, was evidence that he and his non-blood-related relatives were not the same kind of people.

But it doesn’t matter.

They don't care about their own specialness, and even accept him when he understands what all this represents, so the child will not complain about these meaningless things.

The patriarch of the Qiao family, the middle-aged man who was so arrogant that he didn't even want to touch a piece of land in Zi Street with his shoes, was about to die.

In order to fulfill his last wish, people from the Qiao family came every day.

The researcher hinted countless times that as long as he was willing to go, even if he didn't want to return to the Qiao family in the future, the dying head of the family could arrange identities for all of them in the City of Violence and let them leave Purple Street.

"No," the child said again, "If we leave, what will happen to the residents of Front Street?"

There had been no incidents in their jurisdiction for seven or eight years. The gang retreated at the height of its fame and stopped expanding. More than a year after it stopped expanding, Front Street became the area with the most residents in Purple Street.

This purple street, where most families depend on "fighting partners", actually has a lot of real families.

What will happen to these people after they leave?

Are we going to let them go back to the time when they lived in fear every night and could die at any time?

After hearing what the child said, Sister Qingshan came over and touched his head with a smile: "It was worth raising you."

"That's right, no matter who raised me," the sixth brother puffed out his chest proudly, and his eyes turned sharply when he met his two brothers, "It's me and the eldest brother!"

Sister Qingshan: “Tsk——”

The people from the Qiao family came for more than half a month.

On the last day, the old man who was as arrogant as the head of the family knelt in front of everyone.

The child jumped up as if he had been electrocuted.

For the first time, the old man lowered his head in front of this group of people from Zi Street whom he had always looked down upon. He said that if he didn't go, the young master he had watched grow up would die.

They raised the child since childhood, and the head of the Qiao family who is now in the hospital was also raised by him. Putting himself in the child's shoes, he no longer asked for more. He only hoped that the child could fulfill the last wish of a dying man. Just taking a look would be enough, giving him a false promise and letting him leave with peace of mind.

For the first time, the gangsters were a little hesitant.

Perhaps it is because a dying man speaks good words. On this day, the members of the Qiao family lowered their heads, which they thought were noble. In the face of the old man's pleading, the child agreed hesitantly.

"But," he added, "I really won't leave Purple Street. I'm just going to help you tell a lie so that he can leave in peace. You can sign a document after you agree."

"Something's going to happen," Guan Hongyan said sarcastically as she sat on the wall and looked at the crowds of people in the yard. "I know these families best. Even if they have signed a document, it would only take a few minutes to tear it up."

"Not necessarily..." Yuan Shanming frowned and looked at what the old man took out, his tone a little hesitant, "This thing... is produced by some special copies outside. This kind of contract has no legal effect. It is directly based on a person's life. Once signed, it cannot be revoked."

It seems that the Qiao family has really given up on recognizing the child.

The tall and thin man came out and raised his eyebrows when he saw the contract. He didn't say anything else to the child, but just signaled Lao Guan to put it away and said that the contract was very important.

The next day, the child left in the car sent by the Qiao family.

The triggerers originally thought that they would follow the child to the hospital, but they didn't expect the scene to flash before them and it was already night.

The hooligans surrounded him curiously and asked if the owner of the house was dying. The child nodded sincerely and uncomfortably took off the suit and tie sent by the Qiao family from his neck. He let out a long sigh: "It looks like he won't live long. There are a lot of tubes inserted into his body. That old man... Grandpa, he said he was hanging on to his life so that he could see me for the last time..."

The gangsters dispersed with sighs.

"What does the hospital outside look like?" Sister Qingshan asked curiously.

"Well... the walls are very white, the floors are covered with carpets, the air has a cool smell, and everything looks very new, expensive, and clean," the child thought for a moment and added, "But I still like Purple Street."

But after seeing the outside world, he seemed to look at the streets where he had lived for more than ten years from a completely new perspective.

Bai Jinshuo said that they saw him leave Purple Street several times and look thoughtfully at the city in the distance.

Later, no one knew how he did it, but miraculously, the head of the Qiao family managed to survive and managed to save his life with great difficulty.

In order to continue the lie, the Qiao family had to beg them again.

This time, they offered more bargaining chips. They were willing to provide the gangs with weapons used by the City Guard. The prominent families in the City of Violence were the biggest financial backers of the City Guard's operations, and it was just a matter of words for them to decide what to give.

With these things, they no longer have to ask every household to close the doors and windows at night. The lights on Zi Street can be lit and the doors can be opened at night.

Children began to appear in hospitals more frequently.

In order to become more like the "heir of the Qiao family", he had to learn to behave like those people who looked down on others and walked with his back straight and upright.

For a few moments, Bai Jinshu vaguely felt that he was no longer the child who grew up in Purple Street.

He learned things too quickly. Math problems that once stumped him no longer made him wail. He seemed to be constantly torn between two extremes in the city of violence, sometimes he was a kid from Front Street, and sometimes he was the heir to the Qiao family.

Sister Qingshan once mentioned that she seemed to see a child when she went outside. She called out but the child ignored her and got into a long black car under the bodyguard's umbrella.

That night, the child was stunned for a moment after hearing this and scratched his head: "Ah? I didn't notice it. I'm sorry, Sister Qingshan."

"It's okay," Sister Qingshan said, crossing her legs and peeling an orange while stuffing a slice into his mouth. "Is it sweet?"

"It's sour, sister." The child said sincerely.

"Hiss... I didn't feel sour when I ate during the day," Sister Qingshan clenched her fists, "Could it be my brother who did it again? If I had known, I should have picked up the one next to him when I was looking for a child at the garbage dump!"

Just like countless children in Purple Street, Sister Qingshan's younger brother was picked up by her from the garbage dump. There were three children at the time, and he was the quietest. Unexpectedly, he would become the most naughty when he grew up.

"Sister, I'm going to bed first. I'm so sleepy." The child shook his head.

"Go ahead," Sister Qingshan pushed his shoulder and continued peeling oranges. "Now you don't have to go out to check the doors and windows at night, and you don't have to get up when you fall asleep."

Everyone sat on the edge of the courtyard wall in tacit understanding, watching everything that was happening inside the wall from top to bottom.

The number of times children participated in fights in Purple Street dropped sharply, but occasionally they would still go out with the thugs carrying the most common steel pipes in Purple Street like before.

One time, Sixth Brother discovered that his fighting skills had changed. When he mentioned it casually, the kid hesitated and said, "I learned it from the Qiao family. The head of the family looked down on the thugs in Purple Street and hired a teacher to teach me. I felt that learning other things was useless, but learning how to fight was very useful, so I followed their lead."

"Oh, that's great," Sixth Brother patted his shoulder, "When you've learned it, come back and teach us. Then we can see how these rich people fight!"

The child smiled and said, "Okay, I'll teach you when the time comes!"

But after that, he disappeared more frequently.

The Qiao family seemed to be in a big crisis because of the patriarch's lingering illness. Someone had set their sights on the next heir, and he was subjected to very serious targeted attacks for several days in a row. In order not to expose his true identity and to protect everyone in Zi Street, he had to stay outside for a long time.

During this period of time, the researcher he had rescued gave him many suggestions and repeatedly pulled everyone on Purple Street back from the brink of exposure, becoming one of the people he trusted most in the Qiao family.

After coming back this time, the child looked even less like a person from Purple Street.

He looked like a young master who had strayed into Purple Street. He wore a neat suit, straightened his back subconsciously, raised his chin slightly with his eyes high above his head, and looked at people with his lower eyelids.

He walked through the purple street mixed with blood and dirt with his expensive leather shoes, stepped over the rotten and patinated threshold, and walked into the old courtyard.

"You are..." A thug looked up curiously and was stunned for a moment, "Kid? Then what solved the assassination attempt on you?"

"Hmm... hm?" The child suddenly reacted, "Yes, it's solved."

"Oh, that's fine," the gangster threw a date into his mouth, "I didn't dare to recognize it just now."

"I've been pretending to be that young master these past few days," the child seemed to have been released from some kind of seal, his shoulders slumped, and he became the kid from the front street again, "I'm so tired of pretending."

"Yeah..." The gangster agreed, "I see those people are tired from walking with their heads held high all day. Don't their necks get tired?"

"I'm tired, brother," the child grinned, "Quick, quick, give me a massage!"

The gangster was happy.

"Come back after you change your clothes," he waved his hand, "What you're wearing feels more expensive than our entire yard. I don't dare to buy it."

The child ran back to the room as fast as a flash.

When he comes out wearing the clothes of a Purple Street person again, he will be a kid from Purple Street again.

"Like two people." Guan Hongyan whispered on the wall.

really.

The child was like two different people before and after the gangster started talking.

He keeps walking between the two extremes of the city of violence. The huge difference between the two ends tears the immature child into two parts. Now it seems that he can no longer handle it with ease. What should he do in the future?

When the Qiao family no longer needs such a "young master", can he return to Zi Street?

In other words, at that time, could he still walk out of the Qiao family's world and spend his whole life in Purple Street?

Maybe it was possible before.

If he had never seen the other side of the world.

When the gangsters were chatting with dirty words, he would subconsciously frown.

During a fight on Purple Street, when a rusty iron pipe fell and flesh mixed with blood splattered on his face, he would subconsciously identify the beginning.

In the early morning, blood mixed with oil and slop flowed all over the streets of Zi Street. He looked at the shoes on his feet, which were common in Zi Street, and decided to take a different road where no fighting had taken place last night.

There was even one time when he was carrying a bag of rotten fruit and was about to throw it away, but Sister Qingshan, who was standing next to him, saw him and hurriedly called out, "Hey, why are you throwing it away?"

"It's broken." The child looked confused.

"No," Sister Qingshan picked up the bag in his hand and picked and chose, "There are still a few that can be eaten, don't waste them."

“Buy more…” Isn’t that enough?

The child suddenly stopped talking.

This is Purple Street.

This is a place where even having enough food to eat is a problem.

Sister Qingshan ignored his words. She picked out the good ones from the bag and patted his shoulder: "Don't throw away the rest. Put them on the front street. Diandian and Yuanyuan will eat them."

Diandian and Yuanyuan are local dogs raised by the people living in Qianjie.

In the Qiao family's world, the black backs they raise are shiny and slippery, and it is said that they only eat fresh meat and bones that are rated above a certain level.

The child looked around in a daze.

"Boss!" The researcher suddenly appeared. "Boss, let me do it! You didn't know what happened a few days ago! After you beat that teacher, the entire Qiao family was shocked! They said you were a genius. Hehe, I told them you were very strong, but they didn't believe it! I think Director Xu will go crazy after hearing this news. He will definitely send someone to strangle you to death in the cradle. He even investigated Zijie before, but unfortunately he didn't know that all the spies he sent before were dead..."

He was mumbling on and on, wearing a suit and leather shoes, he stepped nonchalantly over the blood on the ground and threw the rotten fruit into the garbage dump.

A half-rotten apple rolled down from the top of the garbage heap and hit the sewage, splashing a fishy smell.

"Before I came here, there were people following me. They looked like those shareholders..."

"There was someone following you before you came here!" The child turned around suddenly, "Did you get rid of him?"

"It's definitely gone, big boss, don't worry, I won't hurt you!" The researcher patted his chest, "Don't you believe me? They haven't found Purple Street for so many times, and they won't be able to find it in the future!"

“That’ll do…” the kid murmured in a low voice, “Who did you say was checking Purple Street?”

"Boss Xu, that's the one we met last time! The old man with the Mediterranean look!" The researcher gestured, "The one with a big bald spot in the middle of his head! It's obvious that he's not holding back his farts. I've been suspecting that there's something wrong with you because your appearance was so coincidental. We can't let him find Zijie!"

"Yes, no..." The child muttered, "Have you found the house I asked you to find for me? I'll live there for a while to help him divert his attention from Purple Street."

"Okay, okay, I used some of the Qiao family's connections and told them that you, big brother, have reached your rebellious stage and don't want to live in the villa and be controlled. It was quickly arranged. Hehe," the researcher scratched his head, "You haven't been there yet? I'll take you there!"

"Let's go." The child took a step and was about to leave.

"Hey, hey, hey, boss! Boss! Clothes! Change clothes! Don't leave in a hurry! I remember you have several suits at home!" The researcher quickly grabbed him, "You can't show up outside Purple Street wearing this! You'll be recognized as being on Purple Street!"

The child suddenly stopped, changed direction and walked towards the yard.

When he came out in his suit, he saw the tall and thin man sitting in the yard.

For no reason, in this familiar courtyard, he suddenly felt a sense of guilt that came from nowhere.

"Brother," the child said, "I'm going to stay away for a few days."

"Well," the tall and thin man, holding a teacup in his hand, looked up at him and curled his lips slightly, "Are you willing to wear a suit now?"

“Hmm… Hmm.” The kid knew that he was teasing him about wearing a suit for the first time at Sixth Brother’s wedding, saying that it would be inconvenient to fight in this suit.

He now knew that it was possible to fight in a suit. A big family like the Qiao family had its own set of lessons on how to fight gracefully while wearing such clothes. Those rich people knew how to break every bone in a person's body in an elegant manner without shedding a drop of blood. He had also worn such clothes to show his authority for the sick patriarch, and he had restrainedly broken someone's arm in public.

When the crisp sound of broken bones mixed with the man's screams of pain rang out, he remembered the blood and flesh that splattered on his face when someone's leg bones were broken with a steel pipe in Zi Street.

Then the old butler next to him handed him a handkerchief and asked him to wipe his hands which were not stained with anything, and signaled the researcher behind him to speak up quickly to establish his authority.

He knew that he could fight in a suit, just as he now knew that the teacup in the tall and thin man's hand was very expensive.

This seemed to be something that the tall and thin man always carried with him. Back then, when he was in that room where the lights were not on and the walls were covered with mud, this teacup appeared on the table with one leg missing.

In his childhood, this cup often appeared beside the tall and thin man, and at this moment, he remembered that at the auction he went to on behalf of the head of the family a few days ago, the final transaction price of that set of tea sets was enough to buy the entire Purple Street and the redundant ones, but in fact, the quality of the set was not even as good as the one in his house.

For the first time, he began to doubt the identities of his two adopted brothers.

His brother doesn't seem like a Purple Street guy.

Not at all.

His every move, his fighting style, his choice of words, his knowledge, and even his manners, he was like one of the Qiao family members.

But there is no rich person named Hang in the city of violence.

There is no one who looks like his brother.

The kid left the yard in his suit, and the researcher waved politely to the tall, thin man in the yard: "Brother, we're leaving!"

The tall and thin man did not reply.

He picked up the teacup, the mist obscured his eyebrows and eyes, his posture was very straight, like a member of the Qiao family.

The researcher left in dismay.

Dita sat on the wall, her expression hard to read: "He might..."

He might never come back to Purple Street.

After seeing the vanity of the outside world, how can I go back to a place like this?

Children began to leave at a higher rate.

In the occasional brief flashbacks, he looked less and less like the kid from Purple Street. He looked more and more like a noble young master. He combed his hair back and grew into the appearance of an adult.

One day, the researcher let it slip that his name was Qiao Bie.

This is his name outside.

The name was given by the head of the family who always said he was going to die but never did. "Bie", those who knew the inside story knew exactly what he wanted this child to be "different from".

And just like the name, the characteristics of the child belonging to Zijie quickly faded away, and he gradually, completely, and totally became another person.

One night when he was not in the courtyard, someone hurriedly knocked on the door again.

Sixth Brother opened the door and found that it was people from other areas who came to ask for help. Their area was on the edge of Purple Street and there were no gangs. It seemed that the city guards did not patrol here tonight. Undead appeared in the area that was not under their jurisdiction and no gang was willing to help them solve it. He knocked on door after door and finally got here for help and waited for someone who was willing to open the door.

The tall and thin man frowned, and followed the man to their area with Lao Guan.

The memories flashed back quickly, and before the triggerers could see what happened, they saw the two men coming back with blood on their hands.

The tall and thin man looked extremely bad. He had never had such an expression on his face before. As the gangsters left, he smashed the cup next to him and said, "I'm going to find Dai Quan to confirm this!"

Lao Guan was startled and said quickly: "Calm down, Dai Quan is not in the City of the Dead!"

"Oh?" The tall and thin man showed a very strange expression, "It's okay, I will find him."

In order to save Dai Quan's life, Lao Guan had to agree to go with the tall and thin man. At dawn, the two left.

The departure of the two big brothers did not cause any disturbance, and Purple Street remained as peaceful as ever.

Until one day, the head of the Qiao family died.

Completely dead.

The hooligans in the courtyard cheered and celebrated, celebrating that the child finally didn't have to run back and forth anymore and could end the young master's part-time job.

The head of the Qiao family left the position to Qiao Bie.

One who is capable enough to convince everyone, has survived countless assassinations, has extraordinary abilities, and is ruthless, and is truly worthy of being the heir to the family.

It was also on this night that a fire suddenly broke out in Zi Street.

The fire lit up half the sky, but no one cared because there was a street on Purple Street where the lights were always on and the doors were open all night long.

No one could react. In a flashback, the triggerers were standing in front of the burned courtyard in shock. Lao Guan and the tall and thin man came back. The tall and thin man was covered in wounds as he hadn't seen him for a long time. With the help of Lao Guan, he raised his eyes and saw the child and the man next to him standing at the gate of the courtyard.

He had changed all his clothes into expensive suits and exquisite outfits. The two sides were confronting each other from a distance. Although the child was wearing an expensive suit and was tall enough to look at everyone in Purple Street at eye level, in front of these two people, he still seemed like a child wrapped in a cradle, uncomfortable and guilty.

Then he propped himself up, coughed lightly a few times, and tried hard to maintain his posture.

"Qiao Bie," the researcher said, "We are just pursuing a better life! Water flows to the low places, people go to the high places, what's wrong with you? If you don't break the contract, you will never be able to inherit the Qiao family!"

But what about those that were destroyed along with the contract?

Yuan Shanming murmured in a low voice: "Are you crazy..."

In order to inherit the Qiao family, the child burned down the courtyard.

There are also people in the courtyard.

Lao Guan pounced forward like a madman, and the researcher had no time to dodge. He was not good at fighting, and before he could fight back, his eyes turned blood red.

Lao Guan opened his gourd with his bare hands.

"Did you know?" He looked at the child with bloodshot eyes, "Qingshan is pregnant."

"They're waiting for you to come back and tell you."

The child's pupils dilated slightly.

Lao Guan took a deep breath, and just as he was about to attack the child, the tall and thin man suddenly spoke up to stop him.

He coughed lightly a few times, saw a little blood on the palm of his hand, clasped his hands together calmly, and said, "If you don't leave now, I can't guarantee that you can leave."

The surroundings of the illusion were so unreal that everything was distorted. Only the courtyard after the fire and the people confronting each other on both sides looked extremely clear.

If we don’t expose this environment, time will be up!

"Don't sigh!" Xiao Tang shouted, "Who the hell is the master of this illusion? His obsession is the death of these hooligans, right?"

"That guy, Hang... Damn, I don't even know his name! You, you, you, it's you, you just can't bear to part with these brothers, and you feel like you raised an ungrateful person, right? Do you want to take revenge on him but you can't because of the Qiao family!"

As the illusion was coming to an end, everyone swarmed around the tall and thin man, trying to touch the point of his regret.

The chattering and noise diluted the solemn atmosphere here.

Bai Jinshu frowned and slowly walked towards Lao Guan.

"Hey, Ersi!" Xiao Tang called out, "Are you going to try Lao Guan?"

Bai Jinshu walked over, but the three people here still didn't pay attention to him. The researcher had his head cut open and was lying on the ground, staring with his eyes wide open, speaking in a broken tone.

He said, Qiao Bie, you are just pursuing a better life. How can Zijie compare with the Qiao family? You are not wrong. Anyone would make the same choice.

"Really?" Bai Jinshu suddenly asked, "Is that how you convinced yourself?"

The child looked up suddenly, and Bai Jinshu saw a hint of ferocity in his eyes.

"Who are you!" Lao Guan suddenly shouted, "Who are you!"

All the triggerers were stunned.

They entered a fantasy world.

Then, as the nightmare master was exposed, the illusion shattered in the next second.

Bai Jinshu sat up suddenly, and everyone sat on the cold ground, stunned out of the illusion.

The owner of the nightmare is actually a child.

His memories are fragile and long-lasting, so he can only wait and see. Once they are broken, he will wake up quickly.

But the plot took a sudden turn for the worse in the end. Is it possible that some people can only share adversity but not wealth?

"Damn it, Qiao Bie! I remember it!" After a long time, Dita suddenly jumped up, her voice was loud, "Fuck! This man is the head of the Qiao family! Why is he here! Doesn't the Qiao family live in a villa outside the suburbs? Qiao Bie is the head of the Qiao family, how is it possible..."

How could he be born in Purple Street!

"This is..." Bai Jinshu looked around, "This is the house that the researcher bought for him."

The pink buildings are all large flats, and the people living here are also rich people, but they are not as rich as the Qiao family.

The door lock clicked and someone came out.

"Xiao...Qiao, don't do that!" Xiao Tang suddenly cried out.

"Who are you?" The man lowered his head and looked at them.

"We..." Everyone was still in shock.

In the corridor, Qiao Bie, dressed in a suit and tie, walked past them and went downstairs.

In the dazzling sunlight, the sounds of people waking up could be heard from the small pink building.

The housekeepers presented them with the day's schedule, and the nanny also started today's work. There were constant calls to investigate this unusual situation. In the early morning here, there were no teams carrying dead bodies, no children stealing food, no barking dogs, and no thugs with custom weapons.

Everything is so orderly and peaceful.

After all, in such a pink building where rich people live, no one comes from outside the area, and no one is born in a place like Purple Street.

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