The fall of the weapons depot in the southwestern suburbs was like a spark falling among countless pieces of dry kindling, igniting a raging blaze.
Xiao Chuan ran up to Ye Chu, his little face covered in dust. A gun was tucked into his waistband, too, but he clearly had no idea how to use it.
Xiao Chuan looked at Ye Chu. "Ye Chu, you're really... going to avenge my brother..."
Ye Chu crouched down. "Of course. I promised you, didn't I?"
"But..." Xiao Chuan reached out, wanting to touch the face of the older boy before him, only to draw his hand back when Pei Yanchuan glared at him from the side. "Will you get hurt? Will you leave me?"
Ye Chu froze. All the Ordinary People were caught up in the joy of finally turning the tables, yet this little kid alone had come to ask whether he would get hurt.
Pei Yanchuan crouched down as well. "Don't worry. With me here, Ye Chu won't get hurt."
Xiao Chuan gave Pei Yanchuan a distrustful look, then turned back to Ye Chu, his eyes full of worry. "If you'll get hurt, then don't go."
Ye Chu knew what he meant. If he would get hurt, he shouldn't take a gun and go to war.
"Then... would it be all right not to avenge him?"
"I can avenge him myself." Xiao Chuan's little face was taut with seriousness. "I don't want... I don't want to see another brother lying in a pool of blood."
Call him a coward, call him useless-he truly didn't want to see his family or friends covered in blood again. Xiao Chuan treasured life, not just his own, but his family's as well.
"I won't." Ye Chu gently ruffled his hair. Xiao Chuan's hair was very