Chapter 52 The Pain of Love (6)
Since he and Angelica went to help his adoptive father kidnap children, Moros's living standard has made a qualitative leap.
First of all, he had brand new clothes and no longer had to wear the leftover clothes of older children.
His adoptive father bought him three sets of clothes, from top to bottom. Although they weren't brand names, they were all brand new, and when he put them on, Moros felt like a completely different person.
- A straight shirt collar that opens naturally outwards;
——New trousers with seams when bought, they fit perfectly no matter how you look at them;
—And a vest, shorts, socks…
Ah, where has Moros ever enjoyed such treatment?
Secondly, his three meals a day were guaranteed. Hot coffee, grilled sausages, beef stew with onions, borscht... these dishes that ordinary people often tasted, Moros could also eat, and he could enjoy them all.
Finally, a warm bed and a clean room...
Since he accepted the job of a human trafficker, he was taken to his adoptive father's luxurious home and lived in a guest room.
This guest room is only about ten square meters in size and has a large bed and a table.
However, this was the best thing that had ever happened to Moros. Before this, he had been living in a basement with the group of children.
The basement was about forty to fifty square meters in size. There were no beds, only a dozen or so tattered quilts, which were their only bedding.
Every night, Moros would fold the torn quilt in half, using half as a mattress in the pawnshop and the other half as a quilt.
In the summer, the basement is unbearably hot because it is not ventilated and has no windows.
In winter, there was only one small radiator in the basement and the room was very cold, so the children huddled together to keep warm.
...Moros realized that his life had improved because he could earn more money for his boss and adoptive father. And this extra money came from those poor abducted children...
Moros knew these children were pitiful. But wasn't he also pitiful? Didn't he deserve a much better life than he had before?
He spent his childhood and youth under the beatings of his adoptive father.
He couldn't remember how many times his adoptive father had beaten him with a stick. He also couldn't remember how many times he had been slapped in the face or locked up in a dark room because he hadn't completed a task.
How can one call his life a life? It's worse than pigs and dogs!
As an orphan, doesn't his situation need to change?
So, thinking about this, he no longer felt sympathy for these children. He felt that he was worse off than them and needed to be saved more.
If saving himself requires hurting others, then, I'm sorry, Moros has no choice but to do that.
In Moros's eyes, people hurt each other...
The foster father hurt these poor orphans and street kids because they had no ability to resist or fight...
But, don’t those bigger underworld businessmen also want to harm my adoptive father?
He witnessed with his own eyes a young gangster boss mercilessly slapping his adoptive father across the face. But his adoptive father didn't dare to utter a single sound. He stood there respectfully, not even daring to straighten his back despite being over 5 feet 4 inches tall.
If poor people are together, won’t they just hurt each other?
Among this group of kids, who doesn't bully the weak and fear the strong, and take pride in sucking up to the boss?
When something went wrong, or when the boss punished them, no one dared to say a word...
Only when he was with Angelica, Moros' heart was soft and full of unspeakable affection!
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