Oakley was an orphan since he was young. He did not know who his parents were.
He did not want to know either.
The kind of parents who abandoned their children, he would pretend that they did not exist.
If his parents had their own difficulties … then he wished them happiness.
Occasionally, he felt resentment, but when he thought that if he was not abandoned, he probably would not have met Old Todd.
Then he would no longer resent him.
Old Todd was an old drunkard and was also the person who raised him.
Old Todd was a miner who passed away when he was ten years old.
However, his thoughts were already influenced by Old Todd.
"Although we are poor, we will never do bad things."
He remembered what Old Todd had said to him.
"Of course, petty theft doesn't count because we do it to survive. But we must not do things that affect other people's lives! Although we are poor, we have ambition! "
That was what Old Todd had said one winter when he was warming himself with a bottle of cheap wine.
His playful look with his red nose and squinting eyes still replayed in Oakley's mind from time to time.
Then, Old Todd died.
He did not die in the factory, but froze to death.
"Old Todd …"
Oakley endured the pain in his abdomen and struggled to get up.
He already knew what to do.
If he died, when he saw Old Todd, he would probably give him a thumbs up, right?
Out of nowhere, Oakley suddenly pounced on Duke from behind and threw him to the ground. Then, he looked up at the surprised gentleman and shouted, "Mister! Run! "
"Bastard! Let go! "
Duke turned around and punched Oakley's face and back.
But even if Oakley's teeth were knocked out, even if his eyes were swollen, even if his back hurt, he bit his lower lip and refused to let go.
He no longer cared about the pain of his lower lip being bitten.
Seeing that he could not break free, Duke raised the dagger in his hand and stabbed at Oakley's neck in anger.
But in the next second, his vision blurred and he realized that he had stabbed air.
Oakley who was hugging his leg tightly was nowhere to be seen.
"Heh …"
Suddenly turning around, Oakley was standing next to the gentleman with a dumbfounded look.
That gentleman was obviously someone else.
He snapped his fingers, and Duke was suddenly hoisted up like a mechanical puppet by strings.
Then, with a series of cracking sounds, his limbs, body and neck twisted into a posture that was impossible for humans.
Then, a large amount of blood gushed out of his seven orifices — all his bones were crushed by Wang Quan.
Then, he was thrown to the side of the road as if he was a piece of trash.
Wang Quan placed his hand on Oakley's head.
Oakley only felt a warm flow from the top of his head.
This warm flow spread throughout his body, not only dispelled the chills, but also removed all his pain.
Even the symptoms of coughing had disappeared. Oakley had never felt so relaxed before.
He looked up and looked at Wang Quan Wang and stured subconsciously. stuttered.
He had seen Du Ke's miserable state. This gentleman in front of him … Could he be a devil from hell?
"My dear Little Oakley ~" Wang Quan smiled as he tucked his cane under his armpit. Then, he clenched his fists and spread them apart. "Did you drop the gold coin on the left or the right?"
Although Wang Quan's smile was very gentle and friendly, Oakley was so scared that his voice began to tremble, "Your gold coins are mine … I stole them …"
Although Wang Quan's smile was gentle and friendly, he was still so scared that his voice began to tremble. "Your gold coins are mine … I stole them …" he said.
"Yes, I hate lying children the most." He patted Oakley's messy brown curly hair and said gently, "Do you mind chatting with a lonely man like me?"
He patted Oakley's messy brown curly hair and said warmly, "Do you mind chatting with a lonely man like me?"
As if afraid that his voice was too soft, Oakley subconsciously repeated it loudly.
As if he was afraid that his voice was too soft, Oakley subconsciously repeated it aloud.
Wang Quan adjusted his top hat and looked at the seven or eight men who rushed out of the house with weapons in their hands. Wang Quan adjusted his top hat and looked at the seven or eight men who rushed out of the house with weapons in their hands. Their faces were filled with fear and malevolence.
"But before that, I need to exercise a little."
Wang Quan slowly walked over.
"Oh right, good children should close their eyes. You can't watch this kind of thing."
After an unknown amount of time, maybe only a few seconds.
Oakley heard the gentleman's voice again. "Okay, open your eyes."
Oakley heard the gentleman's voice again. "Alright, open your eyes."
He didn't hear the sound of fighting, nor did he hear the screams and the sound of someone being hurt.
Now that he opened his eyes, he found no one but Wang Quan in front of him.
When he opened his eyes, he realized that there was no one else in front of him other than Wang Quan.
Including Duke who was lying on the ground like a broken doll.
Including Duke who was lying on the ground like a broken doll.
"Let's go. I've sent them to live a happy life far away."
Wang Quan patted his back and took him to the square. They found a bench at the edge of the square and sat down.
Wang Quan patted him on the back and took him to the square. They found a bench at the edge of the square and sat down.
Wang Quan's words seemed to have magic.
Looking at his gentle and handsome appearance, Oakley somehow let down his guard and told him everything about his past.
Wang Quan nodded. "Good boy, why don't you go to the orphanage?"
Wang Quan nodded. "Good boy, why don't you go to the orphanage?"
On the way to London, Wang Quan certainly couldn't stay quiet.
He succeeded in eliciting a great deal from Elizabeth.
Y'lisabet was originally quite aloof, but unfortunately, Wang Quan was very scary to her. She subconsciously felt that she was inferior to him.
Another was that she was still too naive.
A little girl who led knights to kill deformed monsters all year round, wouldn't she be tricked by an old fox like Wang Quan in no time?
According to the knight princess, England had a good policy to protect the people at the bottom of the social class.
It was the "Elizabeth Poor Law", which was the law enacted by her mother.
This was also the reason why she despised France.
But she despised the French royal family.
They forced the people to the point where they couldn't do anything. Who would die if they didn't?
But now it seemed that there was something fishy about the poor law.
Oakley shook his head and explained, "Sir, the orphanage is not a good place. I've been sent there before, but I managed to escape. "
"Escaped?" Wang Quan lit a cigarette and smiled. "Take your time. We have plenty of time."
He also took out a bottle of Coke, unscrewed the cap and handed it to Oakley. "Moisten your throat."
Oakley didn't dare to refuse.
Or rather, he had completely let down his guard against Wang Quan.
Maybe it was Wang Quan's charisma, or maybe it was something else about Wang Quan.
Carefully sipping the black liquid, his eyes lit up. He gulped down a few mouthfuls and then took a break.
Then he subconsciously covered his mouth and whispered, "I'm sorry, sir."
"It's okay." Wang Quan took a puff of the cigarette. "We still have plenty of time."
His words seemed to have magic, and Oakley soon relaxed.
Then he began to recall what the Institute of Economics looked like.
"Sir, it … it's hell."
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