The Pain That Must Be Experienced During Growth

According to research by Federal social scientists, children living in economically disadvantaged neighborhoods are less likely to find effective paths in life as adults compared to children living in more affluent environments.

Low-level workers, or gang members.

Joining a criminal gang became one of their few remaining options.

From their time Child Gang delinquents to joining legitimate gangs, this criminal culture accompanies their growth and seeps into their very bones. They may not spend their entire lives connected with crime.

Even if a few people can guarantee that they will not join criminal gangs, they cannot sever their relationship and connection with criminal gangs, because these are their lives.

To a certain extent, in such a low-level society, their criminal history and their status in the gang become the standard for measuring whether a person is successful.

It's frustrating, but that's life. It won't open a door for someone just because they work harder.

The arrest and subsequent release of the three men brought them great prestige in their small town, and the way some children looked at them changed.

They might have been just people with a little bit of fame before, but now they've become celebrities, and celebrities have to do things that only celebrities can do.

"We could consider hiring a truck; they won't expect us to go back again so soon after we leave."

This acquittal emboldened them further, and they had a natural premonition that they might become the founders of a brand new gang.

The gang that used to be on this street disappeared because of the crackdown on financial crime. As a result, the economy declined and people were too busy with their own lives to do anything else. This has led to the absence of any organized gangs on this street.

If they could successfully get a sum of money from the warehouse, they would be qualified to form the gang, which greatly excited the Irritable Young Man.

The people here see gangs as a job. They are loyal to the gang Leader, do dangerous things for him, and in return, they receive a stable income. That's what a job is.

Moreover, young people who grow up in this environment often have a gang dream. In their dreams, gangs are not evil; they are more like a disciplined organization of Robin Hood, positive and righteous, even though they are not actually like that.

Becoming a gang leader is one of the children's dreams here.

However, his friend offered a different perspective. "We've already been discovered twice, and they might arrest us again. I don't think those people from yesterday are easy to mess with."

He was referring to the people who arrested them. He sensed a natural fear in them, like a mouse facing a cat.

The hot- Irritable Young Man scoffed dismissively, "They're businessmen, and businessmen are most afraid of people like us."

"We are indeed no match for those rich people, but when we have no fear, they will be afraid of us."

In the Bayer Federation, there is no such vivid saying as "those who have nothing to lose are not afraid of those who have something to lose," but there is a general consensus that "rich people hate trouble, but poor people are not afraid of trouble."

This is why so many gangs still exist in today's society. When people are driven to desperation, they will do anything. The poor have nothing left, so they can bear the serious consequences and take risks. They can obtain some money through criminal means while trampling on the law, and naturally they can also harm others.

Wealthy people are different; they sometimes prefer to give away a little money in exchange for continued stability.

The Irritable Young Man looked at the Blue Belts Blue Belts, who felt uncomfortable under his gaze and nodded reluctantly, "I'll listen to you."

"It's settled then. I'll go gather the men." The Irritable Young Man made the final decision and got up to find a truck and helpers.

Thanks to their release, there are now plenty of ambitious young people on this street willing to follow them, so finding some followers is not difficult.

Although the Blue Belts and the other young man were reluctant to do this, things had come to this point, and if they backed down, the whole street would be filled with jokes about them tomorrow, and they would be finished on this street.

Led by the hot-tempered youths, they somehow acquired an old truck that looked like it was about to be scrapped, and then gathered five young men from the street. They set off together under the cover of night.

Lin Qi received the news as soon as they left, and he was immediately furious.

Before he could figure out how to deal with these people, they challenged his bottom line once again. Before this, he had always treated the world in a special way, but the world clearly did not harbor only goodwill.

Around 10 p. m., the truck was forced to stop on the road near the Warehouse District. Before the young men could even resist, they were completely wiped out by a group of recently discharged soldiers.

When they awoke, they were already strapped to chairs.

The first to wake up was the Blue Belts, which was surprising yet reasonable, as he was the one with the best physical condition among them.

Although the long hours of physical labor had caused him immense suffering, it had also given him a strong physique. When he awoke from his coma, the intense pain in his head caused a brief period of confusion in his memory.

But soon, he remembered, and then his heart sank.

He looked around. It looked like a simple warehouse. The light bulbs hanging overhead swayed slightly in the wind, causing shadows to flicker on the simple walls, which looked a little scary.

He looked around and saw that his companions were all tied to chairs like him. He shouted a few times, and they gradually woke up.

Just as they were wondering what was going on, increasingly clear footsteps came from outside, which quieted them down.

Lin Qi stood at the boundary between light and darkness. The light rarely reached above his knees, and most of the time it only illuminated his gleaming shoes.

Several young men who looked menacing stood beside him at ease; these were the same men who had dealt with them the previous night.

"What am I supposed to do with you all?" Lin Qi's voice sounded somewhat cold and had a faint echo in the empty warehouse.

"There is a saying in my hometown: 'A person can be forgiven once or twice for the same mistake, but he should not make the same mistake a third time.'"

"This is the third time you've tried to steal from my warehouse, and this time I'm not going to forgive you."

The familiar scene and imagery immediately reminded these young people of the climactic moments in classic films and television shows. Based on their knowledge of those movies and scripts, they imagined that these people would then raise their guns in the darkness and kill them one by one.

In that instant, everyone's hair stood on end, and the Blue Belts shouted even louder, "Murder is illegal, you can't do this!"

Someone else told Lin Qi that first-degree murder is a serious crime in the Federal, and that killing so many people at once would mean that even if Lin Qi was rich, he would not escape the death penalty review.

Lin Qi found their reactions very amusing. "I won't kill anyone. I just want to teach you a lesson so you understand that the world is far from as wonderful as you imagine."

"Break their legs and teach our young friends a lesson."

The Sergeant beside him hesitated for a moment, but ultimately chose to obey orders. Firstly, he didn't think it was wrong, and secondly, he was now working for Lin Qi, Lin Qi was his Chief, so it was only natural that he had to obey orders.

His hesitation stemmed from the fact that during his time in the military, from enlistment to discharge, he had never considered that one day his opponent would be a civilian.

The Sergeant carried a steel pipe, a common sight here, and walked into the light. He wore a square scarf to protect against the sand and dust, and a common Duckbill Cap, revealing only his eyes.

He walked up to the man in Blue Belts, unmoved by Blue Belts pleas. He wasn't the one making the decision; he was merely the executor.

The Sergeant lifted the Blue Belts's legs. It was clear that the Blue Belts was resisting. He was pleading and fidgeting. He promised that he would never do such things again. The others were pleading for him, while some were cursing Lin Qi.

Lin Qi didn't react to the sounds. He said to the soldier beside him, "Go help him."

He refers to the Sergeant; the Blue Belts ' lack of cooperation made it difficult for him to strike effectively, but fortunately someone helped him.

Another soldier brought over another chair and tucked it under the Blue Belts man's legs to keep them level.

Immediately afterwards, the Sergeant raised the steel pipe in his hand high and swung it forcefully.

It was a very special sound, unlike the sound of bones breaking in TV shows and movies. Those sounds are too crisp. The sound here was dull, like... a piece of dry wood wrapped in a thick piece of cloth suddenly snapping.

With a thud, a violent scream came from the Blue Belts's mouth.

His screams terrified the others, who began to sniffle and shed tears out of fear.

The Sergeant turned to look at Lin Qi and felt his hands trembling slightly, but Lin Qi didn't seem to react at all; he even lit a cigarette.

"Continue, you don't need to look at me..."

The sound of bones breaking echoed through the warehouse, and the guy who cursed the most received the most special treatment.

The Irritable Young Man kept cursing Lin Qi throughout the process. Unlike the others who pleaded, he seemed very tough, and he even said that he would take revenge.

To teach this Irritable Young Man a more profound lesson, both of his kneecaps were completely shattered.

Lin Qi threw the cigarette butt on the ground, picked up his leather shoes worth hundreds of dollars, and stomped out the cigarette.

"Remember, this is the last time. Next time, you will face hell!"