Chapter 2 — Making a Deal with the King of Hell

King of Hell quickly corrected himself: "Even if you can't fight back, you still know to call the police, aren't you blind to the law?" I looked at him blandly. My empty eyes made him momentarily stunned. I calmly explained: "I already reported it, it won't work." King of Hell immediately slumped his shoulders as if he had lost all strength. That's right, what's the use of calling the police? They were just middle school students, my injuries were not serious, and in total they only stole less than ten coins. This is not something the police will handle, it should be their parents teaching them! "Okay, consider one more thing. But there are only three things, don't be too happy. What's the danger after going to school?" The King of Hell spoke firmly, but it was just an act, but in his heart he had a bad feeling - this time he was afraid he would lose. At the shabby, smallest breakfast restaurant right in front of the school gate, I used two coins to buy two large dumplings. Despite the landlady's murderous eyes, I resolutely scooped three spoons of chili sauce into a plastic bag to take away, then ran quickly towards the school gate. While running, I quickly bit and swallowed half a dumpling with chili sauce. The King of Hell panicked and ran beside him, impatiently advising: "Look at you, like a hungry ghost reincarnated, what's the point of eating slowly? Dumplings aren't gold or silver, is there anyone fighting with you?" I had just finished swallowing the first bun, and before I could even enter the school gate, a shiny black Maybach pressed close to me. The King of Hell paused slightly, not understanding what was going on. As for me, I didn't hesitate, desperately stuffing the remaining dumpling into my mouth, but only had time to eat half. Co Dao wore a pretty dress and stepped out of the car, her sweet voice deliberately prolonged: "You are so kind, you bring dumplings to feed the kittens every day. So today, let's be together." I swallowed the piece of cake in my mouth, stiffly stepping back to about five meters away from Co Dao. The King of Hell screamed in my ear: "This is the breakfast that you worked so hard to earn by cleaning the toilet! Originally there were ten cakes, eight were stolen, now there are only half left, and you still want to feed them to the cat? Are you angry, holy mother?!" I sighed helplessly, pulling out a bitter smile that made him momentarily stunned. "This is my breakfast, not..." Before the words finished, my face was slapped, and immediately red marks were left. Co Ha Van, the third brother, angrily shouted: "It is your destiny to feed the cat with Dao Dao, but you still dare to refuse? Holding out the dumpling and pretending to be pitiful, your heart is dirty, not half as good as the gentle Dao Dao." Half of the bun in my hand was thrown to the ground and rolled into the dirt. I bent down to pick it up, but a small high heel stepped firmly on the back of my hand. I choked, didn't cry out in pain, my face was pale, my hand was still trying to hold the cake on the ground. When Co Dao lifted her leg, the back of my hand had a large hole torn, blood pouring out. Co Dao pretended to be panicked and apologized: "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't notice. Why is your hand under my feet?" 3 I didn't pay attention to them. I looked at the dumpling in my hand that had been crushed into pieces. I carefully removed the dirty crust and stuffed the remaining part into my mouth. Co Ha Van suddenly grabbed my hair and shouted: "What's your attitude today, daring to show that face to Dao Dao? If you like to eat, then let me eat it!" He pushed my head hard into the flower bed next to me. The mud there was sticky and pressed down, making it more stuffy than being submerged in water. When he finished venting and let go, I sat up, my face covered in stinking mud, mixed with the foul smell from cleaning the toilet this morning. The smell on my body right now is extremely difficult to smell. "Meow—" A small cry rang out next to me. A little white cat pushed the meat bun that Co tried to smell.

The knife was just thrown over and placed in front of me. Rarely, I was able to smile and stroke his back: "It's for you, eat." I stood up, put on my bag and continued walking towards the school. King of Hell didn't know what to say, he just walked next to him and continuously comforted him: "It's okay, you and Dao Dao and Co Ha Van are not in the same class, going to class will definitely be fine. I counted three things just now, I only have twelve more to go..."