"I'm warning you, come here again at your own risk, you guys."

Maggie shouted a warning to the people who were trying to rob them, and she said it as expressionlessly as she was going through the process.

Because every time she goes out with Wo Jin, she will encounter this kind of thing, and she has become accustomed to it now.

"Two kids, you still have such a big talk, it seems I have to teach you a lesson today."

Several unscrupulous guys began to rush up from the garbage pile below one by one.

"Stop beating people to death. People from the Presbyterian Church have warned you several times."

After Maggie finished speaking, she didn't even look at the crowd rushing towards her. She found a wooden board and sat on it, studying the appearance of the gold watch.

"I understand, just relax your muscles and bones."

As soon as Wo Jin turned his neck, a man rushed forward first, raising an iron rod in one hand and about to smash it into Wo Jin's face.

At about the same time, a man rushed up from the other side, holding a broken half wine bottle in his hand, and stabbed Wojin in the abdomen.

Suddenly, the men rushing behind stopped, with expressions of disbelief on their faces.

"Bang!" There was a sound, and an iron rod fell on the garbage and rolled down, followed by a "pop" and the sound of a wine bottle breaking.

The first two men to rush forward had their feet off the ground and were kicking their legs hard.

It turned out that their throats were pinched by Wojin's lightning-fast palms before the weapons even touched his body.

The slowly tightening force was like iron pliers, and the five fingers had already sunk into the flesh. The man's hands were desperately trying to break, grab, and pull Wo Jin's fingers, but he could not struggle to get them open.

"Ah..." he let out an unbearable suffocating gasp, scaring away everyone below.

"Are they part of the legendary youth group?"

"I heard from the people in the Presbyterian Church that they are all vicious little guys who are not easy to mess with. Let's withdraw."

"Well, you can't do it."

The following people guessed the identities of Wo Jin and the others, and after a while of discussion, they all chose to be heroes rather than suffer immediate losses.

The two men who were pinched by Wo Jin were thrown left and right, rolled and rolled over, and lay on the bottom of the garbage. They held up their hands and breathed hard.

"Hey, I was just a little excited, but then I quit. It's boring."

Wo Jin looked at these cowards below and felt that the fight was boring for a moment, and his fists were still itching.

At this moment, Maggie's face tightened as she was sitting, and she felt her feet being grabbed by something.

When she looked down, she saw a hand reaching out from the trash to grab her shoes.

"This man is still alive! Wo Jin."

Maggie quickly told Wo Jin what she had discovered.

"Ah! Are you still alive? There are so many garbages. If you don't crush them to death, they will suffocate them to death. This person's life is harder than mine."

Wo Jin walked over with doubts and looked at the hand still holding Maggie's shoes very strongly.

"What to do with him?"

Wo Jin has a way of fighting, but he doesn't know what to do with such a big living person.

I just took the watch off his hand, and it doesn't seem to make sense if I don't care about him.

Taking him back might be a problem, so he had to leave it to Maggie.

This girl has the most accurate intuition in his eyes, and she should know how to deal with this person best.

"Let's rescue him first and then talk about it. His identity should be unusual."

Maggie secretly felt that this person had a special fate with her.

Without saying anything, Wo Jin started to pick up debris with both hands and pushed away many garbage bags.

Finally, a red-haired boy covered in bruises appeared in front of them. Although his body was thin, his muscles were very strong.

Her skin is as fair and moist as a girl's, her facial features still retain a noble temperament despite the blood color, and her cracked mouth is always slightly open, as if she is saying something.

Maggie squatted down, turned her face and put her ear close to the boy's mouth. She vaguely heard the boy repeating in an extremely weak breath:

"Xi Suo, live on, Xi Suo..."

When Maggie heard such a voice, she could deeply feel in her heart that this man had a strong spirit of companionship and was worthy of being saved.

Because this spirit is what the person who has the greatest influence on him - their boss - has always insisted on.

So she said to Wo Jin in a very affirmative tone:

"Wo Jin, help me carry him to my place, and I will deal with him. He may be of use to us."

"Looking at him, he should be a good prospect for fighting, but is it convenient for you to be a girl? How about I go too, I can help."

"No, I can handle it myself."

The word "no" was pronounced by Maggie in a long tone.

So the two of them walked down the garbage mountain one after another and walked back to the residential area of ​​Meteor Street. The men who had just besieged them were hiding aside, not daring to look directly at them.

The streets of Meteor Street are dilapidated, and the houses on both sides have a long history. Some of them are in a semi-weathered state, but there are still people living there.

This was originally a place used by dictators to segregate races. Economic development was impossible, and political management was maintained by the Presbyterian Church.

Therefore, this place is completely different from the outside world. The air here is always filled with the pungent smell of sour rot.

People mostly live a self-sufficient life, electrical appliances are rare, news is delayed, and they use and eat whatever they pick up.

Individual dignity is reflected and proved by strength, and collective dignity is maintained by collective efforts.

Such a cruel living environment has created many ruthless underworld talents, killers, housekeepers, thieves and other strong men.

Maggie and Wo Jin are now considered strong men in the process of growing up. When walking on the road, occasionally a few familiar faces will greet them.

"Is this the child you beat, Wo Jin, be gentle!"

Grandma Rosa, who specializes in mending clothes and repairing shoes for people on the roadside to make money, looked at Wo Jin carrying a person on his shoulders and asked with concern.

"Grandma, I didn't beat this man, I was saving him. I have a pair of broken shoes at home and I will help you mend them later."

"Grandma, I'm watching him, don't worry."

Wo Jin touched his forehead with his empty hand and felt a little embarrassed.

"That's good, Maggie knows the limits best. Wo Jin, bring it here when you have time, and I'll make up for it for you."

"Okay, I'll bring it here later."

Grandma Rosa looked at the backs of Maggie and Wo Jin who were gradually going away, and felt that time had passed so quickly. They were two skinny little ones before, but now they can go out and make a living.

She had helped many hungry children on this street. Wo Jin and Maggie had received her kindness. Now she is old, and they have grown up unknowingly.

Grandma knew that they were good at fighting, and she was always worried that these children would get into trouble because of this. In her eyes, they were all children, not bad people.

No matter who lives here, you are born with a pair of fists.

"Grandma, you are setting up a stall again today."

A tall and thin young man with glasses and a black leather bag walked past Grandma's stall.

He had a neat black haircut and sharp eyes, but spoke to Grandma in a kind tone.

"Yes, what are you going to do in such a hurry?"

"I'm going to interview for the position of housekeeper of the Zoldyck family."

"Then your shirt corners and shoulders are torn, you can't go to the interview like this, take off your shirt and give it to me."

"Grandma, there's no time to sew it, I have to hurry."

"Take it off and put on this good one, someone picked it up and gave it to me to pay off my debts, I washed it and prepared to sell it, but it's not easy for you to find a job, you have to dress decently."

The grandma took out a good shirt from the bag behind her and walked forward to change the young man's clothes.

The young man felt the touch of the old hands trembling on his body, familiar and warm, but he was leaving here forever.

"Thank you, grandma, but I only have enough money for the trip, no money left."

"Go, child, this is for you, if you can go out, don't come back forever."

"Well, I'm going, grandma."

The young man left, walking farther and farther, not daring to look back, moving forward all the way.

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