Chapter 537

Yeah.

The taste of happiness.

Even if their lives look terrible, they are still very happy.

Every time Shi Sheng comes, he always smiles.

"So, wake up quickly and don't let her be so tired again. She looks terrible and is injured today. If I didn't ask her to bandage, she might have bought some medicine to deal with it."

There was no reaction from the people in the bed.

Only the cold, monotonous sound of the instrument.

Mrs. Smith sighed and lay down in her own cot.

……

When Sheng got out of the taxi, there was still a section of road that he could drive in, but the driver didn't want to. He said this section was too messy, so he had to get out of the car and walk back.

She walked very fast. The wound on her back hurt when she was bumped.

But she couldn't care so much in such a dangerous place at any time. She just wanted to go home quickly and close the door, as if she could keep all the dangers out.

Although there are frequent accidents in this place and the sound of police cars is heard every night, Shi Sheng has lived here for two years and has never met him.

Shi Sheng walked faster and faster, and finally almost began to trot.

My foot was worn out yesterday. Although I put band aid on it today, I still feel pain when I run.

Foot pain, back pain, intense running.

After a while, I was sweating all over.

The wound must be bleeding again.

It's not far from where she lives.

When Sheng just breathed a sigh of relief, a few dark shadows jumped out from the shadow next to her. The speed was too fast. She even stood in front of her without reaction.

Most of the street lights in the slum are broken, only a few are still on, giving off a weak light.

Just barely enough to see.

Several black people sprang out to stop her. It seemed that they were not very sober, but Shisheng didn't smell the wine.

There was a thump in her heart.

If you don't drink and you're mentally abnormal, there's only one possibility left.

... drugs.

It's normal for drug addicts to be found in this area, where the most inferior people in a city gather.

Shi Sheng bit her lip and slowly stepped back. She felt that she was really bad recently. She met all kinds of bad things.

I've lived here for two years without any accident. I'm here today.

Forcing herself to calm down, she reached into her bag and held the fruit knife she had bought for self-defense.

Although guns are legal in the United States, not everyone can afford them. People in the slums seldom have guns on them.

These people are tall and powerful, but their pace is staggering, their eyes are wavering, and they look like they are going to fall down with a poke. I hope they are really useless.

Shi Sheng looked around and predicted that he would be able to run out. There were many people in this area, not to mention at night. Even in the daytime, there were few people who would be brave enough to do a good deed.

She can only run out on the road. If she runs into the residential building, she can only be caught in a jar. No one here will open the door for her.

This group of people obviously did not unintentionally get in her way, but jumped out after seeing her.

So before they jumped out, they were taking drugs?

Shi Sheng doesn't have any naive idea. He thinks he has eloquence to persuade these people to become Buddhists.

"Girl, beautiful Chinese girl."

They stretch out their hand to pull her bag. Shi Sheng doesn't resist. He obediently gives them the bag, but takes out the fruit knife and hides it under his arm. He uses his sleeve to block it.

Grab the bag, those people began to use half baked English to say dirty words, lewd eyes staring at her chest.

A man reached over to touch her face, and the big black palm looked a bit frightening in the night.

When Sheng swallowed saliva.

Seeing that she didn't move, the people behind her began to gather around. Shi Sheng knew that if he didn't run any more, he couldn't run away.

She preempted, kicking in the lower body of the person closest to her.

When Sheng is to find the right position with the heel kick, a foot down, that person's tragic cry resounded throughout the slum.

While the man was crying in pain, covering his lower body in a circle, and the people around didn't react, Shi Sheng turned and ran.

She was wearing high-heeled shoes, and her feet were full of bruises. She felt pain when she took a step just now, but now she is walking like a flying horse.

Behind her came a string of Gua La Gua La, she did not understand the language, do not have to guess that group of people are scolding her.

Someone's catching up.

No matter how fast Shisheng runs, the natural physical gap between women and men is quickly and realistically placed in front of him.