A scene in my memory resurfaced.

It seemed as if a familiar voice said loudly in my ears: "Do you want to learn to use daggers?"

"Yes, daggers are very useful, can you teach me?" he said to himself

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"You're such a hot-blooded kid. Why don't you learn how to use daggers? What if you start fighting with someone and kill them?" said the voice.

"Uncle Qian, just teach me how to do it." I begged myself.

"Those of us who are gangsters, don't play with daggers easily - this thing is a prison-type artifact, understand?" said the voice.

The picture in my memory gradually became clearer. It was midnight.

There was no one in front of the late night snack stall.

Uncle Qian held a cigarette in his mouth and stood behind the stall, talking to himself about street things. "Then what should I learn?"

While clearing the table, he asked confusedly, "Jiu Jitsu."

"Jiu Jitsu? Master Qian, my Lord, you want me to learn Jiu Jitsu? I'll laugh it off if I tell you." He said dissatisfiedly.

"You brat, only jujitsu can control your opponent and calm down troubles. It's really a must-have skill when traveling at home." The other party said dissatisfied.

"But Jiu-Jitsu will drag the fight to the ground, but on the street, the fight will always be chaotic and out of control. No one can face more than two opponents on the ground at the same time." He argued.

Uncle Qian spat and said impatiently:

"What's the point of learning to fight? If you win, you'll go to jail, but if you lose, you'll be hospitalized. Boy, you should study hard. When you grow up, you will be a doctor or a lawyer. Life will be glorious."

"Uncle Qian, I need to learn some self-defense skills to protect myself. You know, I have no money and no family to help me, so I can be easily bullied."

"Well, since you have been working at the night market with me for so many days and are very diligent in fighting, I will tell you the secret of street fighting."

"Uncle Qian, say it quickly." "Run." "Run?"

"Yes, it's on the street. If you can run away, there won't be any problems. Others can't hit you."

"What if you are stuck in a dead end? Please, Uncle Qian, you have been fighting for so many years and you are an old man in the gang. Please tell me a word. I thank you very much. I will burn paper for you when you die."

"Brat!"

Uncle Qian cursed nonchalantly and muttered: "I'm scared of you because I'm so poisonous, so I'm going to tell you something. I'll say it only once, so listen."

"Say quickly - don't let me run away again, I can do this!" he said to himself.

Uncle Qian's expression suddenly straightened up and he whispered: "Remember, this is how we play on the street -"

The screen flashed away.

Wu Xiaode only felt that his feet had landed on the ground. The world appeared before his eyes again.

This is the square of the capital of Dongsheng Kingdom. - I have returned. Not far away, a voice sounded:

"What good luck. It seems that I didn't run in vain this time. I can finally make up for my losses." Wu Xiaode turned around and looked.

I saw several corpses kneeling in the square.

—It was those humans who threatened him to hand over his emblem.

In addition, all the patrolling robots lost their power, their bodies were torn apart by some extremely violent force, and they were thrown randomly in the square.

Farther away, there was a corpse of a human boy strung on a black pointed pillar. The boy had been dead for a long time, but he still clutched a long bloody stick in his hand.
Chapter completed!