Chapter 10 It's This Little Thing

What shocked Quinn even more was that at the moment An Zhi cried out, a faint but extremely clear sense of comfort flowed out like a trickle of water.

It brushed against an old wound just below his left shoulder.

Whenever he felt gloomy or his emotions fluctuated violently, he would feel a dull pain, like a hidden poisonous snake, reminding him of his vulnerability.

Just now, when An Zhi screamed, her old wound was aggravated by the blood and violence in the room, but when this faint warm current passed by, the dull pain was relieved a little bit.

At this moment, his heart was filled with surprise and doubt.

Is it this little thing?

That cry?

That kind of pure compassion that can penetrate the human heart?

The room fell into an eerie silence, with only An Zhi's suppressed sobs and the heavy breathing of the beaten man.

The scarred man and his men held their breath, not daring to breathe. The unpredictable expression on the boss's face made them tremble with fear.

Quinn's eyes swept back and forth between the trembling, tearful An Zhi, the dim little mushroom on her head, and the thug who was frozen in place. After a few seconds, he slowly raised his hand and gestured to the thug holding the whip.

The thugs, as if pardoned, quickly put down their whips, stepped aside, lowered their heads, and dared not look at An Zhi again.

Quinn bent down and placed his cold fingers on An Zhi's cheek.

"He's a traitor, he doesn't deserve pity."

An Zhi's eyelashes trembled, and she pursed her lips like a frightened butterfly.

Quinn pinched An Zhi's chubby little face, leaving a little red mark.

Put the hood back on her and push it down tightly.

"Scarface, take them down. Find a clean house and get some food and drinks."

"Keep an eye on them. No one is allowed to disturb them without my permission."

The scarred man did not dare to delay and immediately took old Kane, who was shaking like a sieve, and An Zhi, who was crying so hard that she almost died, out of the suffocating and bloody room.

He personally led them through the depressing corridor to a relatively independent and much cleaner small room at the back.

The room was small, with only a simple bed and a table.

"Stay here and don't run around." The scarred man locked the door.

Only old Kane and An Zhi were left in the room.

Old Kane's tense nerves finally relaxed a little, his legs went limp, and he fell onto the cold bed holding An Zhi.

An Zhi's crying gradually turned into suppressed sobs. His little body was still shaking, his eyes were red and swollen, and he was filled with fear.

Her little hands were still subconsciously holding the hood on her head.

"It's okay... Cub is okay."

Old Kane patted An Zhi's back with heartache, his own hands shaking.

The look Quinn gave the cub at last made him shudder.

He had heard of the name.

The gang leader who suddenly appeared here was very young.

In less than half a year, they had firmly grasped this area.

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Not long after, the door clicked, and a middle-aged woman with a relatively kind face came in, carrying a tray with a bowl of steaming, fragrant meat porridge and a glass of clean water.

"The boss told us to give the child something to eat to calm him down." The woman put the food on the table and glanced at An Zhi, who was curled up in old Kane's arms like a frightened little rabbit.

The aroma of food filled the small space.

Old Kane looked at the rare meat porridge without any joy in his heart, only deeper worry.

What does Quinn want to do by being so attentive for no reason?

He scooped up a small spoonful of porridge, blew on it, and handed it to An Zhi's mouth: "Zizi, eat something, okay? You won't be afraid after eating it."

An Zhi sobbed, his little face still buried in his grandfather's arms, and shook his head.

She was so frightened that she had no appetite at all.

Old Kane sighed and stopped forcing her. He just held her in his arms and hummed a tuneless hometown song that he had almost forgotten.

Time passes by little by little.

An Zhi was tired of crying and finally fell into a deep sleep.

But even in her sleep, her brows were tightly furrowed, and tears were still hanging on her long eyelashes.

I don't know how long it took, maybe a few hours, when I heard the guard's respectful greeting from outside the door: "Boss."

The door unlocked. Quinn walked in alone, soundless and silent, like a true viper. The strong smell of blood seemed to have faded somewhat, but his twin snake-like eyes remained cold and sharp, their gaze fixed directly on An Zhi, who was sleeping soundly on the bed.

Old Kane stood in front of the bed, his body tense, his voice trembling with fear: "Boss Quinn."

Quinn raised his hand, silencing her. He slowly walked to the bedside, his gaze like a searchlight, carefully examining An Zhi's sleeping face inch by inch.

His gaze finally fell on the hood on An Zhi's head, which was not completely covered, revealing a corner of the white umbrella. The small mushroom inside was still dull and lifeless.

The room was silent. Quinn didn't speak, but stood there quietly, as if feeling something. Old Kane was so nervous that he could almost hear the sound of his own heart beating wildly.

Suddenly, Quinn's brow furrowed slightly. An old injury, long lodged beneath his left shoulder, was aching, like a deep-seated poisonous thorn, pricking his nerves and constantly reminding him of his body's imperfections and fragility. He habitually summoned his willpower to suppress it, but the discomfort, like background noise, lingered.

Just as he was concentrating on suppressing the pain—

An unusually clear warmth, like the softest feather brushing across the water, gently brushed against his body. This feeling was even fainter than the one he had felt in the bloody room before, almost imperceptible.

Quinn's body froze instantly.

This time, the feeling was extremely clear and definitely not an illusion.

The tingling sensation that stirred the nerves disappeared for a very short moment.

Although it was fleeting, after the warmth wore off, the familiar hidden pain quickly surged back like a tide, but the momentary relief was like a glimpse of sweet spring water in the dark desert for Quinn, who had endured this torture for years.

Whether to keep this treasure or give it away...

His eyes were locked on An Zhi's sleeping face.

She fell asleep and she did nothing.

Her mere presence, simply being close enough to her, was enough to unleash this incredible power.