Why hadn't the Law of Fear taken effect until this moment?
The wind howled by his ears.
In his memory.
More images began to emerge.
It was another night.
Gangs fighting over territory.
The whole night was restless.
He had gone to help at the night market after school as usual, but he only found Uncle Qian's body—
His eyes were wide open, as if he couldn't believe he had been stabbed to death on the street.
Wu Xiaode sighed.
Uncle Qian's words, a secret of the street, echoed in his ears again:
"On the streets, it's about outnumbering the opponents, run if you are fewer, fight if you are more, you won't be wrong."
"If you can understand the meaning in this, following me won't be in vain."
—Uncle Qian, what you said was good, but why did you have to die?
He looked up.
A thug from another gang had already set his sights on him.
"Is that the kid?"
"Yes, he's the one who followed Qian Meng."
"Take care of him."
"Okay."
—They were coming over.
