Chapter 38 Only the Strong Should Live
In Symphonium City, it was a small city that was not very big. People were walking by. Queen ran straight to Wine because two children were waiting for their positions. Queen arrived in front of Wine.
Queen's right hand reached out to grab Wine's purse with speed. Queen's right hand stretched out to grab the purse. Phew! Thud!
Queen got Wine's purse with a suspicious expression on her face, wondering who stole it in the morning.
Queen got the purse and ran straight ahead among the people walking by.
Wine was still drunk, frowning, tilting her head to look behind her where Queen was running straight. "Oh, it's the thief? Huh!? Thief, thief, catch that child!!" Wine realized a little late and hurriedly ran forward. Thud, Phew! Bang!
Ugh!?
In front of Wine, Olion's foot jumped and kicked Wine in the face.
Wine was kicked in the face by the little boy's foot. Olion kicked Wine in the face and landed on the ground with a thud! Olion landed beautifully on the ground, but Wine fell to the ground. Phew! Thud!
Wine looked up at the sky with clouds and looked drunk. "Ah, I feel dizzy. I feel like I saw someone stamp my face for a moment?" Wine sat up and smiled because she remembered something.
The people around were watching like spectators who didn't want to interfere, they just watched. Other people's business was like their own.
"I forgot, a thief stole my money?"
Wine stood up and staggered, like a drunk person walking around with no strength at all. Wine walked two steps and fell to the ground. Phew! Thud!
Wine's face fell on the floor with a face that said he wanted to rest for a while because he was very tired and drunk. "Never mind, I'll sleep here." Wine started to close his eyes, trying to have a good dream, but if he woke up, it would be a nightmare that he couldn't wake up from.
On one side, Queen ran in and hid in a corner with Vinceris waiting. Queen handed Vinceris a wallet. "Here's the wallet, we'll gather there."
"Sure, be careful."
Queen ran away to lure the person who was secretly following her to take Wine's money.
Vinceris started running hurriedly.
Not long after, Vinceris stopped where he was, looking at the corner where three men were standing smiling at Vinceris.
A thin man about twenty years old smiled confidently, with short black hair, a large body but thin enough to see bones, and dirty clothes. He could be called a beggar like Vinceris. His name was Dante. "What do you say, Vinceris earned a lot of money? We're still planning to snatch it from that person anyway. So hand it over if you don't want to get hurt. We have to spend money and find food. Consider it our wages for today. "Dante walked towards Vinceris with a relaxed mind. Every step showed his confidence that he had definitely defeated the five-year-old boy.
Vinceris still showed a calm expression. [There are three enemies. Defeating is not the answer. So we have to choose to run. When these guys see that we have succeeded, do they want to snatch it from our hands? Step over my dead body first. This is what Queen and Olion stole. I will not give it up.]
Vinceris secretly looked behind him. There was a man the same age as Dante walking behind Vinceris, causing Vinceris to be surrounded. Dante smiled slyly. "What is it? Little Vinceris, did you steal something? That's not right. You're a child who has been stealing since you were a child. In order to uphold justice, I, Dante, will give the things you stole to their owners. So, hand over the bag of money in your hand. "Dante walked in with a relaxed mind and threatened the five-year-old boy.
Vinceris threw the money bag into the sky. The money bag landed in Vinceris's hand. Thud! "What a cruel city it must be. But I like your methods too. You have your own reasons. The two subordinates over there are struggling to live. The one behind them is struggling too. That's why I like the Queen. The strong can have everything in this world. As long as we are strong, we will have everything. Only the winners have the right to live. The weak must die. This is the rule. Come on, Dante. Twenty-something adults ganged up on a five-year-old child, and there are four of them. Does that mean your age is not a matter of age? The idea of snatching things from a child is a skill that grows according to age."
A man behind Vinceris ran over. The sound of footsteps. Thud!
Vinceris turned around and held the money bag very tightly. The hand that was touching the money bag could tell immediately that the wine was rich. Vinceris threw the money bag at the man's face. Phew! "Take it, I'll lend you one second."
A bag of money hit a man's face. Bang! Blood was flowing out of his face along with the bag of money that bounced off. Fuu!
Viseri was about to run and grab the bag of money.
Dante's right hand reached out and grabbed Viseri's arm. Fuu! Thud! "You got it, girl. You've lost."
Dante sneered. "This is the world. Be proud that you understand this world." Dante's right hand slapped Viseri's face. Fuu! Thud! His clenched right hand slapped Viseri's face. The evil one could punch a five-year-old child in the face if people saw him, but unfortunately, this thought wouldn't happen because there were no people walking around here. Viseri rolled onto the ground. Fuu! Thud! His nose was bleeding non-stop, and blood from his mouth was flowing out.
Viseri stood up with a bleeding face. A five-year-old child would normally cry out if he were to be treated like this. Because Vinceris grew up in a trash can on the side of the road and survived with two others, Vinceris had cried, Vinceris had cried, Vinceris had asked for help. The cruelty of homeless children made him understand the world. People have different lives. So no one will help themselves. "That's quite violent. Dante, can't you hold back?"
Dante picked up the money bag and looked at the man whose face was hit by the money bag. "Are you okay? It hurts so much. Come on, let's stomp on that little girl." Dante turned his finger to point at Vinceris' face. "You started it."
Man One ran towards Vinceris. Thud! Thud! Vinceris wiped the blood from his mouth. Vinceris turned to look behind him but couldn't defend himself in time.
Man Two's right foot ran in and kicked Vinceris in the back. Phew! Thud!
Ugh?
Vinceris lunged forward with a strong kick. Phew! Thud! Viserys' body fell to the ground. Viserys quickly stood up.
A man's right foot swung towards Viserys' face. Phew! Thud!
Ugh!
"Tch! How dare you, little brat!" A man swung his foot and stomped on Viserys, causing severe pain. His right foot stomped on the five-year-old boy without any mercy. He thought Viserys was a punching bag. The sound of his feet hitting Viserys' body was Thud! Thud! Thud!
The blood on Viserys' body started to splash around. A man stopped his feet and looked at Viserys' bloody body falling to the ground. A man looked proudly with blood flowing from his nose. On the contrary, Viserys was lying in a pile of his feet, his body unable to move. Viserys' face tried to look up at Dante.
But before he could see Dante, Viserys fainted.