Chapter 1106
Chapter 1106
Zhaocan coughed unnaturally, "Yeah, it's okay."
"Sister." Li Xingbei whispered in her ear, "Who are they? They seem to know me."
"They are your former brothers."
"My...little brother?" Li Xingbei was confused. "What did I do before?"
"I don't know either." Guan Yu shrugged.
In the original text, his past was only briefly mentioned. He was sold to a casino when he was a baby, grew up in a place full of chaos and evil, and together with several other teenagers, he founded an independent organization and gained a foothold.
She wasn't very clear about the details.
"Let me explain to you." Zhao Can said in a contemptuous voice, "Your alias in the underground casino is Night Owl, and you are the founder of the Nightingale organization.
There is a popular gambling game in the underground casino where we are. It involves fistfights that can lead to death. Rich people like to watch people kill each other, so this kind of gambling game came into being. Most of the people involved are teenagers who accidentally get into this game for money.
"Is there really someone who would risk his life for money and participate in this kind of competition?"
Zhao Can: "There is no shortage of players in gambling. Rich people will find those orphaned teenagers from orphanages and juvenile detention centers and use them as their bargaining chips. Just like fighting crickets, they will fight against crickets raised by other rich people.
The losers are abandoned like rags, like homeless dogs who have lost their homes, and they can’t survive in the casino. We wander around the casino and take them back to become members of the Nightingale. "
Li Xingbei listened to the story as if he was listening to someone else's story. He was not surprised, not touched, and his facial expression did not change.
This made Zhao Can, who had been watching him, a little disappointed.
"Nightingale..." Guan Yu repeated thoughtfully.
Tianlei, the leader of the gang, was defeated by this Nightingale.
It turns out that it is composed of a group of teenagers?
"Are all the people in Nightingale young?" Guan Yu asked curiously.
Zhao Can nodded, "Almost. The oldest is no more than 20 years old, like the driver in front."
Xia Shuhui felt much more relaxed. "Then it's like the Children's Palace?"
The only difference is that the hobbies he developed were not playing chess or painting, but killing and chopping people.
"What is...Children's Palace?" Zhao Can frowned, somewhat puzzled.
Lapi approached quietly and whispered in his ear, "Boss, the Children's Palace seems to be a place where children go to take interest classes."
"Oh." Zhaocan nodded without much interest.
Xia Shuhui was curious about their confusion: "Didn't you ever go to the Children's Palace when you were young?"
"If you don't even have a home, why would you go to the Children's Palace?" Zhao Can laughed at himself, "Many of us don't even go to school."
Xia Shuhui realized that she had said something out of turn and looked at the three of them with heartache in her eyes. They were all teenagers, and she felt like she was watching Ji Jinzhou (the fatherless and motherless version).
In her opinion, if the mentally retarded Ji Jinzhou had not been born in the Ji family, he would probably have been an illiterate who made a living by fighting.
"Don't look at us like that." Zhao Can's eyes were indifferent, "We don't need sympathy. We can live well without parents."
Guan Yu leaned on the back of the chair and said, "So, you are also illiterate, a bunch of little illiterates?"
Zhaocan: "..."
He said they don't need sympathy, he didn't say you can ridicule them to their faces, you bastard!
"I thought Xiaobei was the only illiterate person, but I didn't expect that he had a group of illiterate people under him." She laughed heartlessly.
"Is it never going to end?" Zhao Can frowned, "Woman, I advise you not to be so presumptuous."
As soon as he finished speaking, a paper tube rolled up from advertising paper fell on his head, hitting him hard.
"Why call me woman? Call me sister." She smiled.
Rather than letting Tianlei and the Son of Luck fight to the last, it would be better for her to rely on Li Xingbei, who had lost his memory, and directly break into the interior.
"Sister...sister?" Zhao Can's expression was a little distorted.
"What? You can't say it?" Guan Yu said with a teasing look. She turned her head to look at Li Xingbei and raised her chin, "Xiaobei, call me sister."
Li Xingbei blurted out without thinking: "Sister."
"Good boy." Guan Yu smiled and turned back, "It's your turn."