Four boys were blocking the road, the leader of whom was fatter. Europeans and Americans are already tall, so a boy of fourteen or fifteen years old was much stronger than his peers in China. With his fatness, he was even bigger.
In recent years, Erya is not as skinny and small as she was due to lack of nutrition in the past few years. She has grown a lot, but she is still a standard Asian girl after all. She is thin and slender. Surrounded by four boys, she looks increasingly weak.
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Other children after school noticed something unusual and would take a few more glances, but no one dared to care. Students in aristocratic schools were still classified as high and low, and were not equal.
In this world that follows the law of the jungle, there is no real equality.
The fat man who blocked Erya was so domineering because his family background was higher than that of most students. He was a thorn in the side that the school did not dare to control or expel.
"Please get out of the way." Erya held the dictionary and ignored the boys with playful smiles blocking the way. She was fearless and faced difficulties from them many times, but she never really suffered a loss. Every time, she used teachers or passers-by to cleverly resolve the impasse.
Perfectly hide your strength and identity.
Basic techniques that a killer must master.
Erya, who has studied with several masters for some time, has performed well in this aspect.
"This is our territory, you are the one who should get out, you Chinese bastard." The fat boy made vicious remarks, which clearly shows great discrimination against Chinese people. This is mostly due to the influence of the family environment and social atmosphere. Europe and the United States pride themselves on being open.
The world is full of all kinds of prejudice, slander and discrimination against China.
"There is no law that prohibits me from staying here, and this is not your family's private property. You have no control over whether I go or stay." Erya retorted in fluent English.
The fat man curled his lips in disdain and winked at the three followers. The three boys who were helping him surrounded him immediately and pushed Erya. Erya was pushed backwards, but unexpectedly tripped over a curb. He stumbled and held the dictionary in his hand.
After it fell to the ground, she bit her lip and squatted down to pick up the dictionary.
Endure it, endure it again and again.
She planned to suffer some losses and cope with this bullying.
The little girl ignores the evil side of human nature, and her tolerance and generosity are often rewarded by taking advantage of her. It is not as practical as playing the piano to a cow to influence the other person by suffering a loss.
A boy raised his foot and kicked the big dictionary away, and a photo stuck in the dictionary fell. Erya hurriedly went to pick it up. That was the only thought her brother left for her.
By chance, the photo fell to the feet of the fat man. The fat man picked it up first, looked at the photo, looked at it with disdain, and said in a strange tone: "You are so impatient, is it possible that the person in the photo is having an affair with you?"
"Shameless, bastard, give me the photo back." Erya demanded the photo angrily, far beyond the rationality of her peers, but she still suppressed her urge to fight back.
"I want a photo...kneel down and beg me." The fat man smiled evilly, holding the hand holding the photo and raising it high.
Take action or kneel down?
Erya bit her lip, hesitated for a few seconds, and chose the latter. Tolerate what ordinary people cannot endure and suffer what ordinary people cannot bear. This is the character that a killer must possess.
Being in a foreign land, Erya didn't want to cause trouble or cause trouble to her master or even Yang Zige. She slowly knelt down in front of the fat man and said indifferently: "Please return the photo to me."
The fat man and his followers looked at Erya like a fool, then laughed loudly, forcing the weak girl to kneel down, as if it brought them great pleasure. What was even more disgusting was that the fat man smiled and tore Erya apart with his hands raised above his head.
Erya, who had treasured the photos for many years, was extremely anxious when she saw this scene while kneeling on her knees.
The only remaining photo of my brother in military uniform.
One of her thoughts, one of her sustenance.
It was broken into pieces like this. What the fat man tore was this girl's heart!
Erya, who was kneeling on the ground, couldn't bear it anymore. He stood up straight, raised his leg, and hit the fat man's bulging crotch hard. The fat man, who was so proud of what he had done, felt heartbreaking pain and bent down to cover his crotch.
Ya followed by a double blast of wind that hit her ears.
The strong fat man was hit hard repeatedly, staggered, and fell to the ground, unconscious. The fat man's followers were stunned and at a loss.
With an expressionless face, Erya picked up the torn photo into two pieces, carefully put it into the compartment of her bag, turned around and walked a few steps, then bent down to pick up the dictionary, patted the dust off, and walked away slowly.
The fat man who fainted had a trace of blood oozing from his nose and ears. The three little boys who followed the fat man to do his best were so frightened that they turned pale and ran back to school. Soon, the teacher and the school doctor rushed out of the school in a hurry and gave the fat man simple treatment at the same time.
Call the ambulance.
At this time, Erya had entered the subway station near the school and took the subway back to where she lived, Wimbledon, a wealthy community in southwest London.
Erya got off the train at the local station, walked out of the subway station, bypassed Richmond Royal Park, and entered a quiet and green road with villas lined up on both sides of the road.
The houses on this street are very expensive, nearly two thousand dollars per square foot, and a villa is equivalent to several million pounds. Yang Chen arranged for Erya to live here.
The little girl entered the three-story bungalow with a small backyard garden and a garage, and found her master, a short, stocky, middle-aged man with a sweet smile, Alves, a Norwegian, an Arctic fox firearms demolition expert, and a sniper master.
Erya has four masters, but she likes Alves the most. The other three masters are too cold, strict and unsmiling. Alves, who is doing maintenance on a sniper rifle, glanced at Erya who lowered his head and said nothing.
, asked with a smile: "Looking at you, are you worried?"
"Master, I'm sorry, I caused trouble and injured the fat man who often bullied me." Erya told the truth, and then told what happened.
Alves smiled and listened while cleaning his gun.
This man with a short beard and round gold-rimmed glasses looked like a scholar or a university professor. He waited patiently for Erya to finish speaking, touched the top of Erya's head lovingly, and said with a smile: "I can't bear it anymore. There is really no need to bear it anymore.
Okay, I will accompany you to school tomorrow to deal with this matter."
Erya hummed softly.
"Let's go and test our marksmanship." As Alves spoke, he walked to a cabinet that looked like a wardrobe, opened the door, put his hand into the clothes covering the side wall of the wardrobe, and pressed it a few times, and the partition on the wall of the wardrobe automatically
Opening it, it turns out that this is not a partition, but an encrypted alloy door, with dozens of long guns lined up inside.
Alves picked one of them, disassembled it together with the sniper rifle that he had wiped clean before, put it into his suitcase, left the villa with the gun and Erya, and drove to the suburbs.
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"What, incapacity?"
In a luxurious office in a skyscraper in the center of London, the man who answered the phone manically pulled open the tie that bound his shirt collar and shouted angrily at the person on the other end of the phone: "Try all means to cure my son, otherwise I will let you die."
The rest of his life will be more painful than that of my son."
At the door, several men and women in professional attire who looked like professional elites were frightened.
After the man finished yelling, he smashed his cell phone, pointed at the large flat-screen TV hanging on the wall, and said angrily: "I sent him to No. 10 Downing Street. How dare someone touch my son in the UK."
Several extremely anxious men and women subconsciously peeked at the TV screen...the Prime Minister was giving a speech.