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! "
This was what Old Todd said one winter when he was warming himself with 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 a human to do.
Then, a large amount of blood gushed out of his seven apertures — all the bones in his body had been crushed by Wang Quan.
Then, he was thrown to the side of the road like a piece of trash.
Wang Quan placed his hand on Oakley's head.
Oakley felt a surge of warmth from the top of his head.
This warmth spread throughout his body, not only dispelling the chill, but also taking away all the pain throughout his body.
Even the symptoms of coughing had disappeared. Oakley had never felt so relaxed before.
"S-Sir …" He looked up at Wang Quan and stuttered subconsciously.
He had seen Du Ke's miserable state. This gentleman in front of him … Could he be a devil from hell?
"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 left or right gold coin?"
"Sir, I-I'm sorry."
Although Wang Quan's smile was very gentle and friendly, he was still so scared that his voice began to tremble. "Your gold coin is mine … I stole it …"
"Well, I hate lying children the most." Wang Quan stuffed the two gold coins into Oakley's hand. "You obviously picked up these two gold coins."
He patted Oakley's messy brown curly hair and said gently, "Do you mind chatting with a lonely man like me?"
"Of course, of course!"
As if afraid that his voice was too soft, Oakley subconsciously repeated it aloud.
"Good boy." 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 want to exercise a little."
Wang Quan slowly walked over.
"Oh yes, good boys should close their eyes. You can't watch this kind of thing."
Oakley obediently closed his eyes.
After an unknown amount of time, maybe it was only a few seconds.
Oakley heard the gentleman's voice again. "Okay, open your eyes."
He then opened his eyes.
He did not hear the sound of fighting, nor did he hear the screams and the sound of a body being hurt.
Now that he opened his eyes, he found that there was no one in front of him except for Wang Quan.
The people who rushed out seemed to have never existed.
Including Duke who died miserably on the ground like a broken doll.
"S-Sir …"
"Let's go. I have sent them to a faraway place to live a happy life."
Wang Quan patted his back and took him for a stroll to the square. Then, they found a bench at the edge of the square and sat down.
"Come, let's talk slowly."
Wang Quan's words seemed to have a kind of magic.
Looking at his gentle and handsome appearance, Oakley did not know why he let down his guard and spilled everything about his past.
Wang Quan nodded. "Good boy, then why don't you go to the orphanage?"
On the way to London, with Wang Quan's temperament, he certainly could not stay quiet.
He got a lot of information from Elizabeth.
Elizabeth was originally quite aloof, but unfortunately, one was that Wang Quan was very scary in her heart. She subconsciously felt that she was inferior.
The other was that she was still too naive.
A little girl who led knights to kill deformed monsters all year round, when she met an old fox like Wang Quan, wouldn't she be able to get all the information out of her?
According to the knight princess, England had a good policy to protect the people at the bottom of society.
It was the so-called "Elizabeth Poor Law", which was the bill promulgated by her mother.
This was also the reason why she despised France.
But she despised the French royal family.
If they forced the people to the point where they couldn't do anything, who would die if not them?
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 was sent there before, and then I escaped. "
"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 did not dare to refuse.
Or rather, he had completely let down his guard against Wang Quan.
Perhaps it was Wang Quan's charisma, or perhaps it was something else about Wang Quan.
Carefully sipping the black liquid, his eyes lit up, and he gulped down a few mouthfuls before burping.
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 the appearance of the Institute of Economics.
"Sir, there … there is hell."
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