Worse Than Misery Is Having No Hope-This Chapter Was Sponsored by Ming Zi 92 with 511 Extra Updates

Preton had a wealth of experience and was very intelligent; otherwise, he wouldn't have gotten to where he is today. In the end, he didn't fail because of his own intelligence; he simply lost to the mistress of the Goddess of Fate.

But there's no denying that he's a capable and intelligent person. If his opponent hadn't been Lin Qi, and hadn't been Federal so eager for a victory, but someone else, or a different country, the outcome might have been very different.

He looked at the girl in front of him. She was wearing heavy makeup and was trying her best to look more mature, but she was definitely not that old.

Women can hide their true age and appearance in various ways, but they can't hide their hands.

When looking at a woman, you can tell her approximate age and physical condition just by looking at her hands.

This is a very young girl. Youth means excitement, which is the best remedy for older people.

Just as Preton was about to refuse, he suddenly remembered something, "I don't like playing outside!"

Cheap happiness has cheap ways, the girl quickly realized, "I have a place not far from here!"

"Take me there!" Preton didn't ask about the price. It's no exaggeration to say that there wasn't a woman he couldn't afford if she was involved in the sex trade.

The girl found the man's request strange. In fact, most people who want to have fun focus on the price, not the place.

Some men even enjoy the thrill of public displays of affection. They might use vulgar language to humiliate her, sometimes even beat her, and put her at risk of being exposed at any moment.

Those people like this kind of thing; everyone's a pervert. This is the first time she's heard of anyone who doesn't like being on the street.

After a brief moment of shock, she subconsciously glanced back at the dark alley, but then a force pulled her back to her senses.

"If I were you, I wouldn't let your friends disturb our game. I can give you fifty yuan."

Preton was a scoundrel, a bad guy, and he knew how to get girls excited. Fifty dollars was a lot of money at the time; it could even provide a family with relatively good living conditions for half a month.

The girl hesitated for a moment, then grabbed Preton's hand and said, "Come with me..."

The two moved between light and darkness, and soon arrived at a basement not far from the station.

The room reeked of decay, was littered with trash, and a few damp, heavy foam mats, likely stolen from the school and commonly used in gym classes, served as the sleeping area.

As I kicked aside the trash and walked to the "bed," another strange smell emanated from the nearby walls, corners, and even the foam mat—the smell of genetic residue.

What a disgusting room! Preton only glanced at it casually. The girl had already quickly completed the game's prerequisites. She was kneeling on the mat, looking up at Preton...

Preton had already woken up from his sleep when it was just getting light. Although the place smelled terrible and made him feel disgusted, his youthful body gave him high spirits.

The moment he opened his eyes, his hand reached under the mat. His bag was there, containing not only money but also weapons.

His movement of getting up startled the girl. She looked at him, and he sat up, took out his bag, and pulled out an old twenty-yuan note. "Go out and buy some food. I'm hungry. Then we need to talk."

The girl nodded, quickly dressed, and left. Watching the door close again, Preton suddenly had some new ideas.

His initial idea was to find a relatively remote place where he wouldn't attract attention and hide for a while, but even the most remote places would still pose some dangers.

When renting or buying a house, people tend to be more cautious about new neighbors who suddenly appear in their lives. This can be dangerous and increase the risk of being caught.

But what happened last night gave him some inspiration; he could use the girl's identity to blend in well with the locals.

Even if his whereabouts were to be exposed, people would only search hotels, rental apartments, and places where he might be hiding first. No one would search for a wanted criminal in an apartment in the Lower District or in someone's home.

He could perfectly evade the initial search and then find an opportunity to leave, or continue to hide; this girl was the breakthrough.

The girl was stopped outside by her friends, one of whom, a rather handsome boy, complained, "You shouldn't have locked the door. We slept outside all night!"

The girl paused for a moment. She remembered that she hadn't locked the door. The basement had always been a place where anyone could go or leave as they pleased, but she didn't argue. It was probably the man who locked it.

He muttered a complaint under his breath, but his attention quickly shifted elsewhere. "How much money did he give you?"

Another young man came over and asked, "Do you have ten yuan?"

The girl hesitated for a moment, then told a lie, "Twenty yuan, and I also need to buy him breakfast."

She pulled out twenty yuan from her pocket, but her nominal boyfriend snatched it away. "Twenty yuan. You'll definitely make him feel good. See if you can get him to stay a few more days. If he's willing to spend more money on you, we can get even more money."

The girl reached out to snatch the money back, but the boy pushed her away. She looked a little embarrassed. "He asked me to buy him breakfast. You should at least give me the money for a hamburger or a hot dog."

The boy smirked and said nonchalantly, "I know you slept with... You can give him a good job in exchange for breakfast." The guy he was referring to was a burrito vendor on the street, who also sold hot dogs, but no hamburgers.

Some girls would seek him out when they were extremely hungry or wanted to improve their meals, and both parties would get what they wanted.

Sometimes people hate this economic recession, but others love it. If everyone weren't out of work and starving, how could those young girls so easily end up in those filthy beds? "Listen, I've already gone to great lengths to take you in, don't make trouble for yourself, okay?" he said, shaking the banknotes in his hand. "This is what I deserve!"

The girl stared blankly at the two boys' departing figures for a few seconds, then smiled in disappointment. Perhaps this is life.

She came to the corner of the street, to a burrito stand that was still open, and said somewhat awkwardly, "... Hi, could I have a burrito? I really need one right now!"

... He glanced back at the girl, "Ninety-nine points..."

The girl looked a little sad. She might be rebellious, she might be self-destructive, or something else entirely, but she never imagined that she would be so helpless when it came to breakfast. "Listen, this might be a little embarrassing, but I don't have any money right now, and I need it!"

She spun around on the spot; her short skirt and tube top meant there was nowhere on her body to hide her money. "Please."

This involves fifty dollars; she's already lost twenty, and she doesn't want to lose another fifty.

The burrito vendor's gaze lingered on the girl for a moment, then he lowered his head and began making the burrito. "You have a few minutes..."

About ten minutes later, the girl returned to the basement and handed the tempting-smelling burritos to Preton. She looked very hungry, her eyes fixed on the burritos.

Preton glanced at her. "Didn't you eat anything yourself?" he asked, not asking for change, but rather with genuine concern.

The girl first shook her head, then nodded, "No... yes, sir, I've already eaten."

While eating his burrito, Preton said, "I'm in trouble. I need a local to help me hide from my enemies. You seem like a nice girl. Maybe you can help me."

The girl shook her head slightly as she listened. "I can't help you, sir. I can't even take care of myself. I can't help anyone else."

Preton didn't immediately refute or deny it; he simply asked softly, "Where are your parents?"

"We got divorced a long time ago."

Who do you live with?

"The judge said I couldn't be awarded to my father until I reached adulthood, so I live with my mother."

"Then you..." Preton looked around at his surroundings, silently asking something.

It's possible that it was for the sake of money; perhaps she had encountered too much in this short period of time, and she had nothing left that could be called "self-respect" to retain her last shred of dignity.

She now has a desire to confide in someone. "My mother got married, you know, sir. In this society, a woman can't survive on her own; she has to find a man to live."

"He was a jerk. He would hit her, and sometimes he would hit me too, and even..." the girl chuckled dryly, "And he wanted us to sleep in the same bed, so I ran away."

"Then you ran into another bunch of bastards, sir, I can't help you."

Hearing about the girl's tragic past, Preton wasn't particularly moved. He had done far too many bad things and seen far more tragic things than what had happened to her.

He remained appropriately silent, then said, "If I gave you a chance to let that man die, what would you say?"

The girl shook her head again. "If he dies, what will happen to my mother?"

"With enough money, there's no problem in the Federal that can't be solved!" Preton patted his calfskin briefcase. "Three thousand, five thousand, ten thousand, twenty thousand, or even more?"

"What you need isn't a man, it's money!"

The girl looked at Preton as if trying to discern whether he was telling the truth or not. After a long while, she asked in a low voice, "Your troubles can't be solved with money?"

Preton didn't shy away from the question, "But you can!"