After the boss said that, I picked up the mirror again and looked into it.
"Get lost! Hahahaha!"
"Exactly, boss. I sneaked a look at that pretty little thing. She's quite something~"
"Is that so? Then I really should..."
The boss had just started to say something when Mo Buyan suddenly turned to look at him.
"Dongzi, you promised!"
"Hm? Heh~"
The man paused, then let out a cold laugh.
"That depends on what you do. You know what I mean."
Mo Buyan stared at Dongzi for a long while before turning around and staggering back.
As Mo Buyan drew closer, his figure grew clearer. His face was truly a mess. His eyes were swollen, the corner of his mouth was bleeding, and his skin was split. He was covered in dirt and filthy from head to toe.
I wanted to go over and help him, but I couldn't let him know I was here yet. I quietly put the mirror away and glanced around. The wall of the house behind me wasn't very high. After looking it over, I swung myself up and lay across the top, then carefully pulled the rest of my body inside, hanging from the wall with both hands.
At last, I lowered myself slowly to the ground.
As soon as I landed, I looked around. Was this an abandoned house?
No, it wasn't abandoned. Someone lived here, but strangely, there didn't seem to be anyone inside. Where had the family gone?
Wait...
Could this be where those punks lived?
I glanced at the beat-up car parked by the roadside and the few machetes hanging on the wall. This really did seem to be their hideout, because I could hear their footsteps.
I thought it over, then touched the knife at my waist. Gritting my