Chapter 41: We Are All Losers (2)
Standing on the bank of the Neva River, Moros had already smoked four cigarettes...
His brows were furrowed and his lips were tightly closed, but his heart was like a turbulent sea, unable to calm down.
His boss just scolded him.
The Russian ship carrying more than a dozen children was about to set sail when it was discovered by the unexpected police. The transport, which was on the verge of success, unfortunately failed! This made his boss's dream of tens of millions of rubles come to nothing...
Not only that, he was also slapped several times by his godfather and boss, Sergei...
The fat palm hits my face and it hurts my heart!
The godfather's harsh reprimand still echoed in my ears:
"I've raised you and loved you for so many years, but you can't even do this. What else can you do?"
The godfather's decisive words made his heart tremble when he thought about them now:
"Even if I cut you into pieces, it won't compensate me for this loss. Either you get me another batch of the same quantity of goods, or you compensate me for all the money I lost. Otherwise, I'll show you how I'll deal with you!"
It was like thousands of knives were cutting into Moros' heart!
It was as if there were thousands of insects gnawing at his soul...
Know how you became a hateful human trafficker!
God knows how I ended up doing such a wicked business!
At this moment, Moros wished he could jump into the Neva River and end his life!
He hated himself, loathed himself, and even looked down on himself...
However, he had no ability to resist the demands and orders of his boss and adoptive father, and he had to carry out his instructions without any compromise!
Who told him to owe him a life, a lifetime debt...
Moros once had a happy childhood.
Until now, he still clearly remembers his mother's loving and gentle voice:
"Moros, my darling..."
After Moros' parents settled in St. Pumpburg, their life was very comfortable at first.
Katyusha gave birth to a baby boy weighing eight kilograms, which made his father very happy. The first thing he did every morning was to go to Moros's room, kiss him, and talk to him in Chinese, which Moros didn't understand...
However, when Moros was three years old, something unexpected happened in his family.
My father was tragically killed in a traffic accident, and my mother, overcome with grief, fell ill and died soon after.
When Moros was less than four years old, he was adopted as a son by a well-known local tyrant.
The disaster began when he became Sergei's adopted son...
Sergei adopted a dozen orphans and street children. He appeared kind and gentle, but when he got angry, he was as ferocious as a wolf. He would scatter these children around the city, forcing them to beg, steal, and... and assign them a considerable workload. Children who failed to complete their tasks would be punished upon returning home.
When Moros first went there, he was not very good at stealing things, so when he returned home, he was one of the people who were punished.
One of the punishments was to practice stealing techniques on the spot. Whoever performed the worst would be severely punished!
Sometimes, they were asked to take coins out of a boiling oil pan...
Sometimes, they would throw a handful of soybeans on the ground and ask them to pick them up as quickly as possible...
Sometimes, they would throw coins into the rice jar and let them practice pinching the coins with their two fingers...
During live practice, the slowest one will definitely be beaten up.
In order to avoid being beaten, Moros quickly learned the skills of stealing and became a pickpocket roaming the streets.
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