An Luan could no longer breathe. His face flushed crimson. He endured this agony every day. People were born unequal: some came into the world with every happiness waiting for them, while others had to suffer from the moment they opened their eyes. It was all predestined.
His vision began to blur, and his neck twisted slightly. His hands lost their strength. His daughter's cake was about to fall to the floor, where its delicate decorations and little cream princess would be smashed, just like his wretched life.
His fingers finally loosened. The cake fell, but instead of hitting the hard floor, it landed safely in Gao Ming's hands.
"Don't touch their things!" Ci Nian's warning came too late. When Gao Ming's fingers touched the cake box, it felt sticky and wet—not like a cake, but more like torn human skin. Yet when he looked down, the thing before him was unmistakably a cake.
Suppressing the urge to activate forbidden zone vision, Gao Ming returned to his seat with the cake in his arms.
"Kid, stay out of this. This guy's no good. Help him, and he might turn around and bite you." Seeing that Gao Ming had a small child with him, Zhang Yan held back his anger. He released his grip and let An Luan collapse onto the floor. "If you don't want to get dragged into this, you'd better stay away from this filthy rat."
An Luan lay on the floor, gasping for breath, but the red marks on his neck were already fading rapidly. His body had remarkable recuperative powers.
"Master gave him the best of everything, but this filthy rat from the slums didn't know the meaning of gratitude. He stole from Master's wife, took our youngest fellow disciple into the Forbidden Zone and got