Global Film Emperor

Chapter 162 White-Eyed Wolf

"Splash splash splash"

A child opened his eyes, rubbed them with his little hand, and stood up from the beach, looking puzzled and confused.

The air here is humid and has a slightly salty taste. The waves keep crashing against the rocks on the shore. The beach is not as soft as people imagine. Instead, there are many small black stones and seaweed floating on the beach.

"Ah Long! Where have you been? I've been looking for you for ages."

A little girl who looked about seven or eight years old was wearing a tattered dress and had dark skin. The only bright color on her was the red headband on her head.

"I don't know how I fell asleep. Who sent you to find me?"

Ah Long rubbed his eyes, slowly walked over to the girl, muttering nothing nice, seemingly very impatient with her.

"I'm worried you'll get swept away by the sea."

"Pah! You old bastard, what nonsense are you spouting? It's none of my business what men do!"

Ah Long is young, but he has very low moral character and obvious male chauvinism. Although he is only eight years old, he always thinks he is an adult and is annoyed by women, even girls, who care about him and try to dissuade him.

"I was just concerned about you, and you yelled at me! I'm going to tell my dad!"

The girl seemed to have gotten used to Ah Long talking to her like that, but being so young, she still had some affection for Ah Long. She was still a little sad, shed a few tears, and mixed the mud on her already dirty face before running away crying.

Ah Long didn't care that he had hurt the girl's feelings. He picked up a pebble, threw it into the sea, and spat on it. At such a young age, it was unclear where he had learned such a hooligan-like manner. Then he sauntered towards the village.
His house was located at the very end of the village. As soon as he arrived at his doorstep, he heard a man cursing, a woman crying hysterically, and wailing in pain.

"Damn, what bad luck."

He pushed open the wooden door and saw his father beating his mother. He was used to this kind of life and didn't even look at his father beating his wife in the yard. He pushed the door open and went into the house to take a nap, but his father stopped him.

"Ah Long! You good-for-nothing, where have you been?"

"Let's play."

"Fuck your mother! We're so poor we can't even afford to eat, and you still have the mood to play? You good-for-nothing! Go to hell! We raised you all these years and you're still no help to the family."

The father was burly and fierce-looking. He glared at Jia Helong with eyes wide open as if he wanted to kill him, and he cursed at Jia Helong. Even while cursing Jia Helong, he still grabbed the hair of his mother, whose face was covered in blood.

"If you used your free time to help out instead of beating your wife, would you still go hungry?"

Jia Helong retorted to his father in an annoyed tone, "As for my mother? Ever since I can remember, my father has always beaten my mother. Although she bled this time, she's fine and won't die."

"What did you say, you bastard? I'd rather beat you to death!"

"Come on! If you dare touch a single hair on my head, I'll chop you to death, you believe me or not!"

Just as his father was about to rush into the house to hit him, he quickly fought back, ran to the kitchen, grabbed a cleaver, and pointed it at his own father.

Jia Helong witnessed domestic violence from a young age; in fact, he was a victim of domestic violence himself. But this did not make him weaker; instead, it made him more aggressive. At the tender age of eight, he frequently got into fights with children from other fishing villages.

His sense of family affection had become very weak under these living conditions. He only knew one thing: no one could bully him, and he would kill anyone who touched a single finger of his.

Such scenes have actually been quite common since Jia Helong developed a sense of resistance, but this is the first time he has used a knife.

"You want to chop up your father? You unfilial son, try laying a hand on him and see what happens!"

Previously, Jia Helong's resistance was like a chick to his father, posing no threat whatsoever. Usually, the consequence of resistance was being beaten even more severely. He always felt that Jia Helong was someone he had raised, and that a son would never take a knife to kill his father, as that would be extremely unfilial.

This eight-year-old child, already over 1.6 meters tall, held a kitchen knife in both hands, breathing heavily, staring intently at his father, his mind racing, a conflict between cowardice and ferocity raging within him.

"Dad! What are you doing? Ah Long, put the knife down right now!"

A man pushed open the door, helped Jia Helong's mother into the room, and saw him confronting his father and even brandishing a knife. He quickly helped his mother aside and stood in front of Jia Helong's father. He was Jia Helong's elder brother, Jia Heqiang, and as their father's favorite son, he was qualified to mediate between Jia Helong and his father.

He was already married, having married a woman from the same village. Because of the rough seas these past few days, he hadn't gone out to sea. Hearing that his father was beating his wife again, he rushed over to try and stop the fight, but he never expected to witness such a scene.

"Ah Qiang, don't worry about me! Let this unfilial son kill me! Let's see if he dares to kill his old man!"

"Alright, alright, Ah Long is still immature, don't get angry with him. Ah Long, why don't you put the knife down right now?"

As a peacemaker, Jia Heqiang was influential enough to dissuade his father. After that, Jia Helong put the cleaver back on the cutting board. However, Jia Heqiang had already made a mental note of this matter.

This was Jia Helong's family, which was constantly surrounded by violence. Apart from going to sea, his father basically stayed at home drinking and beating his wife. In Jia Helong's eyes, he was a coward.

The only light in this family seemed to be Jia Heqiang, the eldest brother. He was loved by everyone, including his parents. He even became the pillar that kept his mother alive, otherwise she might have been driven crazy or beaten to death by his father long ago.

But Jia Helong didn't like him at all, not even a little bit. Even though this older brother treated him well, Jia Helong just hated that everyone praised him and called him an ingrate. Or, it could be understood that he was jealous of Jia Heqiang.

It's hard to imagine that a woman whose face is covered in blood after being beaten would still have to cook, but this scene still happened in this family.

Living off the land and the sea, the family ate shellfish and dried fish every day without changing. This disgusted Jia Helong, who took two bites, threw down his chopsticks, and left home.

"You little punk! You better get your ass back!"

"Forget it, Dad, let's eat."

The father got up to scold him, but was stopped by Jia Heqiang again. He turned to watch Jia Helong leave the yard, shook his head. In fact, in Jia Heqiang's heart, Jia Helong was also a hopeless child.

"Ah Rong! Come out and play!"

"I'm not playing anymore, my dad won't let me go out with you."

"Damn it! Are we even friends?!"

There was no reply from inside the house. Jia Helong jumped down from the wall in a huff, dusted himself off, cursed Ah Rong a couple of times, and turned to go to his next friend's house.

The results he got were either that it was too late and he needed to sleep, or that he was too tired to go out. Some children even said that their families wouldn't let them play with Jia Helong. In short, he didn't invite any of his friends, which made him lose face.

He always felt that no one understood him. He was fed up with eating shellfish or salted fish every day until he died of old age or illness. He wanted to change his life instead of being changed by it.

He was destined for great things, just like Sun Wukong in the myth of the Monkey King causing havoc in the Heavenly Palace. Even though he was only eight years old, he firmly believed it.

But now he is alone, sitting by the sea watching the sun set on the ocean, feeling the night sea breeze, and constantly throwing pebbles into the sea.

Until the moonlight, a person carrying large and small bags hurriedly walked on the beach, tripped over a large rock, but got up without a sound, pulled up a small boat, and moved forward in the huge waves.

"Are you out of your mind?"

Jia Helong was somewhat dazed, muttering to himself, "The wind and waves are so big now, even my father, an old fisherman of over thirty years, doesn't dare to go out to sea. How dare this man go? And in the dark?"

As the man slowly disappeared into the night, he snapped out of his daze, jumped off the rocks, and ran towards the nearest mountain.

He didn't know how long he ran, he just felt like his chest was about to explode, his face was flushed red, but he still didn't see the person drifting at sea again.

But he knew where the man was going, and he also knew what was on the other side.

Hong Kong.

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(End of this chapter)