Quick Wear: But I just want to be a little transparent

Normally, after being caught stealing, most people would choose to drop the things and run away.

The thief in front of Zhang Weisheng was a little lawless. After being caught, he foolishly walked into the trap, but he didn't rush to run away and kept holding on to the wallet. When he saw that he was about to lose control, he just lay on the ground and held the wallet tightly in his arms.

Zhang Weisheng still pulled his hand and looked at the boy on the ground calmly: "If you come back on your own, I won't pursue the matter."

Song Xun's ears twitched, and he pretended not to hear anything.

996's voice was a little broken: "You can even ruin the missions I have. You are really my ancestor."

Song Xun was speechless. The mission he received was to steal the wallet of the protagonist Zhang Weisheng. He practiced his skills for half a month and became an expert in wielding a blade. However, he never expected that this ghost place had so many alleys and alleys that looked the same.

The moment he got the wallet, Song Xun ran away at full speed, not daring to stop as if he was risking his life. However, he ended up bumping into Zhang Weisheng again.

Song Xun held the wallet tightly and refused to let go. Zhang Weisheng turned him over like a turtle. Seeing him reaching for the wallet, Song Xun didn't care about anything else and stretched his neck to open his mouth towards the hand.

Zhang Weisheng withdrew his hand in pain, only to see two neat rows of tooth marks on the base of his thumb. Perhaps his teeth were not in good condition, the marks were deep but no blood was seen.

Taking advantage of this gap, the boy nimbly got up and tried to escape.

Zhang Weisheng's face darkened and he quickly caught up with him.

One of them struggled desperately to escape, while the other was determined to get his wallet back, and they fell to the ground together.

The dark road was full of sewage, and the two men were in such a mess that the description could not be used.

Song Xun had mud spots on his nose and was defeated due to the huge difference in physical strength. He watched Zhang Weisheng snatch the wallet from his hand. He became anxious and opened his mouth to try the same trick again.

A big hand clamped Song Xun's jaw, squeezing the soft flesh on his cheeks until they were puffed up. Zhang Weisheng restrained him with one hand: "Are you born in the year of the dog?"

He stood up from the ground and pulled Song Xun up. His wallet was put into the inner pocket of his coat, tightly covered without any exposure.

Song Xun's eyes followed the wallet the whole time, and finally he found that his hand was still held by Zhang Weisheng. Zhang Weisheng put away the wallet and pulled him away without saying a word.

"Where are you taking me?" Song Xun's voice trembled as he was dragged away staggeringly.

Zhang Weisheng glanced at him and said, "Isn't it a little late to be nervous now?"

Song Xun suddenly had a bad feeling: "I won't go, let me go!"

He tried to shake off Zhang Weisheng, but the force of the clamp was increased as a warning. He felt a sharp pain in his wrist. Song Xun's eyes turned red and he looked up at Zhang Weisheng pitifully.

"I said that if you return the wallet on your own initiative, I won't pursue the matter," Zhang Weisheng said coldly, "but if you don't, don't blame me for settling all ties with you."

Compared with his peers, 20-year-old Zhang Weisheng entered society too early. Under the heavy pressure of life, he habitually frowned and looked steady and serious.

Song Xun felt scared but couldn't break free.

After walking through the alley for ten minutes, Zhang Weisheng stopped and pointed to the corner ahead and asked, "Do you know what's ahead?"

Song Xun shook his head in fear.

"Police station." Zhang Weisheng said word by word.

Song Xun panicked for a moment, his mind filled with images of himself about to be arrested. In the end, he was locked up in a bunk bed with ten people, bullied like a punching bag, and lived an inhumane prison life.

Zhang Weisheng watched his face turn pale inch by inch, his unhealthy hair turned slightly yellow, and the rain made it look furry. Finally, his big eyes showed the clarity of the sun after the rain, and he pleaded, "I was wrong, please don't take me there, okay? I didn't touch the money in the bag."

Zhang Weisheng looked at him coldly and ruthlessly: "No."

Song Xun was about to cry. The memory of prison life was too horrible. He kept shaking his head and struggled to back away in agitation.

When his wrists, which were tightly bound by Zhang Weisheng, loosened, Song Xun was stunned for a second, as if he didn't expect to break free so easily this time. He came to his senses and ran away.

Song Xun was so panicked that he had no time to pay attention to what was behind him and was almost tripped by a brick on the road. Afraid that Zhang Weisheng would catch up with him, he did not dare to stop and stumbled and disappeared into the alley.

Zhang Weisheng did not move. He stood there and watched the boy run away. He had no intention of chasing him. He continued walking forward until the boy's figure was completely out of sight.

There is no police station behind the corner, but only a row of barber shops with signboards hanging all over them, which are so messy and look cheap.

Zhang Weisheng had no intention of bringing anyone to the police station from the beginning. He just wanted to scare him and let him know his own power so that he would not steal so blatantly.

A healthy person with hands and feet, why does he do something else but insist on stealing things? He has become too bold and something bad will happen to him sooner or later.

Zhang Weisheng looked at his clothes that were covered in mud, then looked at the teeth marks that had not yet disappeared, sighed, and walked towards the rental house.

On the other side, Song Xun ran out of the alley with lingering fear, looked back at the dark alley, and felt that this place was like a man-eating monster, opening its mouth wide waiting for people to enter, and finally chewing them to pieces with a big bite.

Song Xun rubbed his shoulders and walked towards his temporary residence.

Under the overpass, several ragged men were sitting inside with their blankets rolled up in them. Song Xun walked past them and went to the innermost position.

A clean packing box was spread out inside, and on top was a floral quilt that someone else didn't want on the bed.

Song Xun sat down and placed his shoes neatly aside. He looked at the dirt on his body and his dirty shoes and felt sad.

He only had this set of clothes.

This is the sixteenth day since Song Xun came to this world. The suffering he has endured is almost the sum of his two lifetimes. He has no household registration and no ID card. He is a complete illegal resident and cannot even find a job.

Eating is a problem every day, and being exposed to the wind and rain without a stable place to live is simply too miserable.

The original owner was abducted. Those people used the same method to abduct many children. They were indoctrinated and brainwashed since childhood, and made those children cheat, rob or beg, and required them to hand over a fixed amount of money every day.

The trapped children have been molded into puppets without their own thoughts and are unable to resist.

The gang organizers relaxed their guard and never expected the presence of Song Xun, an outsider. An internal report phone call led to their annihilation.

Song Xun was excited for a long time at that time and felt that this was the most glorious thing he had ever done.