In the dark night, it was as if boundless ink had been smeared across the sky.
The undeveloped old streets and alleys of the J district were like a dark river whose depth couldn't be seen. They meandered in the thick darkness, as if something strange could jump out at any time. It was quite a gloomy feeling.
Suddenly, hurried footsteps broke the silence. Under the faint starlight, a tall figure suddenly appeared at the end of the dirty alleyway.
Probably because they were running too fast, the numerous footsteps and heavy breathing intertwined and echoed in the alleyway. The people who were running away in panic kept looking back.
When they passed by the only street light in the alleyway, the appearance of the person was clearly exposed under the dim yellow light.
It was a tall and burly man, with a head of messy blonde hair and rough facial features. At this time, his face was like a color palette, with a silver earring above his left ear. He was wearing a black white shirt, ripped jeans, sneakers, and a similarly tattered dark trench coat … He looked like an extremely sloppy beggar.
And this "beggar" was hugging a bulging thing in front of his chest. It was blocked by the trench coat, so it was impossible to see what it was.
Suddenly, the bulging thing moved. A small hand grabbed the edge of the trench coat and gently pulled it. A small chestnut-colored head popped out.
"Daddy, stop and rest for a while!"
The child's voice was filled with laughter. The man who was running for his life stopped and looked around. After making sure that those people hadn't chased him here, he carefully hid behind a trash can in front of him and put the child down.
"Huff huff … I'm so tired! F * ck, what kind of bad luck did I have today?! "
The tall man who was sweating profusely stared in the direction he came from, rudely wiped his sweat, and angrily cursed in a low voice.
This man was called Tokugawa Sen, 36 years old, an ordinary man in the slums. He didn't have a proper business, relying on gambling and part-time jobs to raise his 12 year old son Tatara Tobunaga … At this time, he was being chased by people from the casino with his son.
Speaking of which, he was quite unlucky. After his part-time job ended today, he went to the newly opened casino next door and won two rounds. It was not much money and he did not even cheat. When he went to the washroom, he was stopped by the casino staff who said that they wanted to take him to meet someone. When he saw that something was wrong, he wanted to run away. He was caught and beaten up by the people of the casino. He risked his life to escape. He originally thought that he had shaken off the tail, but in the end, he just happened to bump into the thugs who were chasing after him near his house. What was even more unfortunate was that he even ran into his son whom he had not seen for a long time.
He had no choice but to carry his son and flee in all directions like a mouse caught by a cat. He did not know what was wrong with this group of people, but they looked like they would not give up until they caught him. They chased after him desperately. Fortunately, he was familiar with this area, so he was not caught by them as he fled in and out of the alleys.
Now that he relaxed, Tokugawa Sen felt pain all over his body. F * ck, those thugs were too ruthless. He felt that his ribs were broken. How could he fix it?!
Toshiro Toshiro stood obediently by his father's side. His skin was fair, different from his father's slightly rough facial features. He looked very delicate and cute, especially his smiling eyes, which were curved like crescent moons. Moreover, unlike a certain someone who was sloppy, he was wearing a little yellow chick T-shirt, brown cotton linen pants, and white sneakers. Although they were washed white, they were clean and fresh.
However, although he was 12 years old, he was short and thin. His body was also very thin and dry, and there was not much flesh on his face. He looked like a child who was not even 10 years old.
His rough little hand tugged at his father's windbreaker. When Tokugawa Sen lowered his head, the thin child said with a smile, "Dad, it seems like you won a lot this time!" Usually, those people would not care about him if he lost or won a small amount.
"Win my ass!" Tokugawa Sen scolded angrily. When he saw his son smiling even in such a situation, he squatted down and stared at him speechlessly. The corner of his mouth twitched, but it tugged at the wound on the corner of his mouth, causing him to grimace in pain.
Seeing this, Tatara reached out and touched his swollen face. He smiled and said, "Dad, you can leave first after you've rested. I'll go back by myself later."
Tokugawa Sen thought for a moment. He was injured, and it was not easy to run away with a child. If they were caught, this brat would become a burden. Anyway, the other party was looking for him. Tatara was smart and did not show his face just now. As long as he was careful, he should be fine.
However, Tokugawa Sen was still a little worried. When he looked up and saw his son's unwavering smile, all his worries and fears disappeared in an instant.
However, Tokugawa Sen suddenly noticed something else. After not seeing him for a few days, Tatara looked thinner and weaker. Under the moonlight, his face was as white as a ghost.
Poking Tatara's thin cheek with his rough finger, Tokugawa Sen scolded in a low voice, "You damn child, did you not eat properly again? Didn't I give you money last time … Wait a minute, did you go and buy some random stuff again? You little bastard, you wastrel! "
He did not understand at all how this child grew up. First, he had facial paralysis, the kind that always had a smile on his face. When he was happy, when he was unhappy, when he was bored, when he was interesting. No matter what, he would smile all the time. Sometimes, his smile would make Tokugawa Sen's heart tremble. Second, he had a fetish for three minutes of passion.
Ever since he was young, from sports to art, Tatara had loved everything. However, he never persisted. Every time Tokugawa Sen gave him money to eat, he would secretly … Oh, no, he would openly buy the things that he loved during that period of time. As a result, every time Tokugawa Sen moved, there would be a huge pile of things … Tokugawa Sen was so tired that his waist and back hurt!
Tokugawa Sen's fingertips were thick and calloused. When he poked Tatara's face, it stung slightly, but Tatara did not care at all. He squinted his eyes and obediently tilted his head to admit, "I like it …"
"How can you talk about liking when you're hungry? Besides, I worked so hard to earn money, didn't I … "Tokugawa Sen thought of something and reacted. He stopped himself in time and slapped Tatara's head with the back of his hand. He said sarcastically," I think you have the life of a young master! It's just that you were picked up by someone like me. I'm so sorry! "
Tatara lowered his head slightly, still smiling innocently.
"I must have owed you in my previous life!" Tokugawa Sen mumbled. He looked around and rummaged in his trouser pocket. Finally, he took out a large pile of crumpled notes and stuffed them into his hand. He frowned and said, "Be careful. If I don't come back, go hide outside. You're not allowed to buy those toys of yours without eating. If you don't listen, I'll beat you up, okay?!"
The last sentence was vicious and menacing. Coupled with the pig's face, it really gave people a feeling of panic. However, Tatara did not feel anything at all. It was not that he had not been beaten when he was young, but he could not remember when it started. Every time his father said that, he never hit him again.
Footsteps ran past the alley. Tatara smiled and reached out to push him. "I know, hurry up and go! Don't get beaten to death! "
"Little bastard, don't you know how to say something nice?!" Tokugawa Sen rubbed his head fiercely, then looked at the thin T-shirt he was wearing. He quickly took off his windbreaker and threw it over his head. "Take it back and wash it. Don't drop it! I only have this one windbreaker! "
The windbreaker, which was mixed with the smell of tobacco, dust, blood, and rancid, completely blocked Tatara's vision. He only felt his head being pressed again. Then, the person in front of him ran quickly. The wind caused by the wind blew up the windbreaker that covered half of his face.
"Hey, a bunch of idiots. Come and chase me!"
Tokugawa Sen deliberately shouted vulgarities from the alley.
Under the windbreaker, her eyes flickered with a hint of emotion. Her smiling eyes were pulled into a straight line … cold and indifferent.
Tatara reached out and pulled his windbreaker. He wrapped himself up and hid behind the trash can. The dark night and the windbreaker were the best cover. Soon, he heard a group of urgent footsteps chasing after the first set of footsteps.
When all the sounds disappeared, he slowly stood up with his windbreaker wrapped around him.
The dark clouds in the sky had been blown away, revealing the bright moon and the bright stars. The moonlight spilled into the cold alley and elongated his small figure.
Holding the oversized windbreaker in his hand, Tatara reached out and touched the money he kept close to his body through the windbreaker. He put on his usual smile and turned to walk in the direction of the small apartment.
However, just as he turned the corner, Duo Liang fiercely bumped into a meat wall. His overly thin body was directly knocked to the ground and rolled in a circle by the recoil.
However, the burly man who bumped into him only glanced at him. He complained to the person next to him with slight impatience and anger. "Damn it, is that Tokugawa Sen a monkey? He ran so fast! "
The few small fries at the side were also sweating profusely and panting. One of them also felt suffocated when he heard that. "That's right. We've been going around and around. I'm getting dizzy. F * ck, I'll kill him when I catch him!"
"Slap!" The man who spoke first slapped him. "Is there shit in your head?! Boss told us to catch him alive! We're counting on him to make money! "
"Yes, yes, yes! Big brother, what should we do now? "
"What else can we do? Look for him again! If we can't report back, we'll all be in trouble! "
Hearing the conversation, Tatara's heart skipped a beat. He forced himself to calm down and picked up the windbreaker on the ground. He silently avoided them and walked forward. The moment he brushed past them, Tatara let out a sigh of relief.
Suddenly, his collar was grabbed by a pair of big hands, and his whole body was lifted into the air. The burly man who was called "Big Brother" had a wolf-like ferocious expression on his face, which was exposed under the moonlight.
"Brat, have you seen an injured man?"
Tatara's white and tender face revealed a frightened expression. He trembled as he said, "No, no."
With regards to the appearance of his own child crying, the man also had a deep understanding. Looking at the little boy in his hand who was as weak as a quail and was about to shake, the man curled his lips in disgust. He loosened his hand and directly let Totora do a free fall.
Tatara fell and his butt hurt. When he supported himself on the ground, he pressed on the glass shards on the ground. He immediately saw blood. He frowned in pain and groaned twice.
However, he did not dare to delay. He quickly got up, picked up the windbreaker on the ground, and turned to run. He vividly portrayed a scared child.
However —
"Stop!"
Tatara's body stiffened.
"The clothes in your arms look very familiar, brat."
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