Chapter 210 - 210 Poor Wretch

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Chapter 210: Poor Wretch Chapter 210: Poor Wretch No one knew what Chen Hu looked like, not even Hua Mi. Even less was known about what Brother Fen looked like. But Hua Mi knew what Fang Xin looked like. As she stood by the roadside waiting for Gong Yi, she saw a group of women and disheveled male patrons running out from the Red Light District. When they encountered the Garrison, they would squat down with their heads in their hands, only waiting for the armed Garrison to leave before the patrons and the prostitutes crazily ran towards the highway together. There were too many people, and the chaos was too great, but still, Hua Mi lifted her gun and aimed at Fang Xin. After a moment’s thought, she switched to an AK47 and fired a bullet, hitting Fang Xin’s leg. The people on the road panicked even more, and they scattered everywhere in complete disarray. Fang Xin fell to the ground and watched Brother Monkey pretend to protect the unconscious Qin Xiaolan, running away from her line of sight. Brother Monkey didn’t even look back at her. No one around helped her; Fang Xin wanted to move, but her leg had been hit by a bullet and was completely immobile. The ground had already accumulated a thin layer of snow grains, and Fang Xin’s bright red blood fell onto the white snow, sending her into a panic. She cried out loudly yet feebly, “Don’t kill me, don’t kill me, I was deceived too, don’t...” The surging crowd of men and women hurried away, not bothering about her. Hua Mi put down her gun and stepped forward from the roadside. Surrounded by people screaming and running amok, she stood within the frantic flux, looking down at Fang Xin on the ground. “Sister.” Fang Xin also saw Hua Mi in a raincoat, and as if seeing a savior, she bore the pain and dragged her wounded leg towards her. “Sister, protect me. The Garrison shot at me; explain to them that I was deceived too.” Even now, she believed the shooter had been from the Garrison, thinking that Hua Mi wouldn’t kill her. No matter what, she could never have imagined that the bullet in her leg had been fired by Hua Mi. As people kept pouring out from the Red Light District, there would come a moment when it would end. When almost all the survivors on this road had fled, Hua Mi had already walked up to Fang Xin. The killing intent in her eyes was unmistakable. She drew a watermelon knife. Fang Xin, such as she was, wasn’t worth another bullet. Fang Xin on the ground finally seemed to realize the murderous aura emanating from Hua Mi. She retreated in disbelief, dragging her injured leg, “Sister, sister, please don’t do this. I’m Fang Xin; have you lost your mind?” Hua Mi, holding the knife, followed her as she moved forward. Fang Xin shook her head and dragged out a long trail of blood in the snow, crying out, “Why, why won’t you protect me? The Garrison shot me; why are you scaring me too?” “I’m not scaring you. Today I really want you dead.” Hua Mi advanced, her expression icy cold. Fang Xin’s face was smeared with tears and snot as she cried out, “Why? If I die, who will take care of my father? Even if the Fang Family didn’t raise you in luxury, if it weren’t for the Fang Family giving you a place to live, you wouldn’t even know where you would have died by now.” Fang Xin almost roared these words out. Hua Mi glanced down at her and smiled, “You never went back and looked, did you? How can you talk about supporting your dad when he’s already starved to death in the tent?” This statement stunned Fang Xin. Fang Huai was dead? A person like that, as resilient as weed, able to survive in any harsh environment, dead? In that moment, Fang Xin didn’t know what to say. She clearly didn’t believe it, yet everything suggested there was a trail to be followed. When she left the tent, Fang Huai had already been beaten so badly by Brother Monkey that it was difficult for him to even move. It was because Fang Xin did not care, after all, such a father had never sheltered her from the storms of life, so how could she possibly spare him any additional thought? Under such extreme conditions for survival, it was already quite remarkable that Fang Xin could take good care of herself. Suddenly, Fang Xin reacted and fiercely looked up at Hua Mi, “What’s the meaning of telling me all this? I don’t feel guilty at all. If you hadn’t abandoned us, how would my dad have died?” “How would I have ended up in this situation?” “Hua Mi! You’re outstanding in every way, obviously an orphan without parents, so why do you deserve to be happier than me? Why?” Who knows how far back a person’s earliest memory can trace? In Fang Xin’s earliest memories, Hua Mi’s parents were still alive, and her childhood life with Hua Mi was a stark contrast. In the Fang Family, Fang Xin’s parents were always quarreling, endlessly fighting over money, jobs, daily life, and various other things. Most of the time, the quarrels ended with both parents hitting each other. But in the Hua Family, Hua Mi lived like a little princess. She had lots of beautiful, brand-new dresses, a whole piggy bank of spare change, a new study desk, and a pair of humble, gentle, and loving parents. She even had a clean and tidy large bedroom. Why? Why didn’t Fang Xin have a life like Hua Mi’s? Fang Xin never understood why she had to have such terrible parents, why life with Hua Mi as sisters meant that Hua Mi got to have a better life? Fortunately, Hua Mi’s parents died, and Hua Mi became even more pitiful than her. She moved from that beautiful, spacious house to the cramped and gloomy Fang Family home, under tense atmosphere. It was Fang Xin’s parents who pitied Hua Mi and gave her a place to stay. At that time, Fang Xin couldn’t have been happier, she had always been very envious of Hua Mi, and now Hua Mi was living in even worse conditions than she was. Could Fang Xin be unhappy? But such happiness didn’t last long. In those years at the Fang Family, Hua Mi didn’t become twisted or have a bleak and declining life as Fang Xin had imagined in the midst of the family’s petty struggles. Instead, everything in the Fang Family made Hua Mi even more resilient, and she even got into a good university, eventually having the life Fang Xin envied. Why did it turn out like this? Couldn’t that poor orphan remain pitiable forever? If Hua Mi hadn’t had such a good life, maybe Fang Xin would feel better, she wouldn’t have been so full of envy and hatred toward Hua Mi. “Are you done?” Hua Mi had already walked up to Fang Xin, holding a watermelon knife and pointing it at her, “No one can choose the cards in their hand, God deals the cards, and with a poor mindset, even the best cards lead to a total loss.” “You’ve played out your cards, and I originally just didn’t want to deal with you. Today I am killing you only because you’ve been causing trouble under my name, and I can’t let you go.” Fang Xin screamed as the silver blade, spotted with snowflakes, flashed before her eyes, and she collapsed onto the snowy ground...

Chapter 210 - 210 Poor Wretch

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