Demon City.
The Slums.
Broken Shoe's frightened family had moved.
When the mighty fought, ordinary people suffered. That described their family exactly.
The professor's death had made Little White Tiger's side take their anger out on him.
Now Little Pig's fate was unknown, too.
Who knew whether Little White Tiger would let him off?
Broken Shoe could only hide. He wanted to flee, but where could he go without a penny to his name?
That night.
Broken Shoe's family huddled in a sheet-metal shack.
The Poor District had no electricity at night, so they could only rely on an oil lamp for light.
A beautiful woman with dry skin but lovely features sat beneath the oil lamp, sewing clothes by its dim light.
"Mom, stop sewing. Get some sleep."
Broken Shoe said with a pang, "I'll go find some work tomorrow. I'll make lots of money someday so you won't have to suffer anymore."
"Ah."
Broken Shoe's mother smiled, comforted, before frowning again. "You've offended Little White Tiger's people. Once I finish mending these clothes, I'll have enough money for a ticket. Go somewhere else and hide for a while."
"Little people like us-give it some time, and they'll forget about us."
The beautiful woman's heart ached. Looking at her sensible children, she felt both joy and pain.
Yet heaven showed this family no mercy.
Their last moments of peace were shattered, too.
The battered sheet-metal door was kicked open.
Three burly men dressed in black entered the room.
Broken Shoe's mother instinctively shielded her children and asked warily, "What do you want?"
"You're Li Que?"
The man in charge stared contemptuously at Broken Shoe as he asked.
"Yes."
Broken Shoe gathered his courage and stepped forward.
"I'm from the Tian Family in the Capital. My boss wants you to