In 2006, a certain remote town in Guangxi Province, China.
"Kill this little bastard! How dare you come to our territory!" Several of them looked 13 or 14 years old, and they could see at a glance that they were teenagers who looked like poor middle school students nearby. They pressed a little boy who was known to be malnourished at the first sight and shouted loudly, and then smashed it with a fist.
The one who was beaten was a sallow and emaciated child. At a glance, he could be sure that his height was less than 1.2 meters. The thin body made the people who saw him worry about whether he would be blown down by the wind. From these signs, it can be concluded that the child would never be over eight or nine years old.
Raindrops of fists fell on him like raindrops, and his mouth had overflowed with blood, but he did not make a cry of pain. Every time his fists hit him, his eyes would flash a kind of indifference and gloom that was very incompatible with his age, making people feel a kind of depression, It makes people feel the existence of a kind of power - this is a very strange feeling. It is clear that he is the one who was beaten, but it makes people feel that he is the master!
No one noticed that in his cold and gloomy eyes, a faint red light flashed from time to time. Unfortunately, the light was so dim that the naked eye could hardly see it!
After fighting for a while, the teenagers felt the sense of oppression and fear from the little boy. The fists on his hands gradually slowed down.
One of the teenagers looked at the pair that was very different from his age and looked at himself - no, not only at himself, but also at everything. It was like looking at things in different worlds, or at the cold eyes like looking at dead people. He could not help but shiver, and his voice was a little trembling, "Well, let's fight... we're almost done... Let's go!".
"Yes, let's go, this boy is a bit of a heresy! We have almost played." Another boy also felt the extremely depressed feeling.
"Let's go, smelly boy, let's see you again and kill you!" Although other teenagers didn't see the boy's eyes, the feeling on the boy's body had already made them soft, and the fight was almost complete. At this time, someone proposed to come out and immediately said some harsh words and then scattered.
In a corner not far away stood four middle-aged people, like ghosts in the dark, standing there quietly, watching the whole process of this "play". Yes, for them, this is a kind of "play" that can be almost ignored! The expressions on their faces were different, but from beginning to end, none of them spoke, nor did they mean to help the poor child.
"Third, is that the strange child you mentioned?" The fat middle-aged man said as he watched the teenagers slowly walk away.
"Yes." Another skinny middle-aged man looked at the child like a child looking at his favorite toy. "I have watched him for some time, and I have a strong feeling that the person we are looking for has been found!"
"His physical quality is really poor." Although he seems to be some years old, a middle-aged man with a whole body standing straight like a javelin looks at the little boy as sharp as a knife, and his whole person stands there like a bloody iron gun that never falls! His voice was as stiff and straight as his standing posture.
"Physical quality can be trained. With your title of devil warrior, are you afraid that you can't train?" The middle-aged man who always has a kind smile on his face speaks more politely and kindly than the man who is like a benchmark.
"Yes, judging from his performance just now, he is really calm. Judging from his fighting ability, his muscles and bones are really good. Judging from the muscles and veins that have just burst out of his thin hands, his explosive power in his body should also be quite good, but what we want is not a man who fights wild!" A real look flashed in the eyes of the fat middle-aged man, Staring at the boy, he stood up and said, "Fourth, you should be responsible for testing his IQ. If you can't, give him a sum of money and send him to the orphanage. We will continue to look for the target."
After saying that, the originally fierce eyes flashed a hint of loneliness. "Our Chinese nation is vast and resourceful, and has outstanding people. Since ancient times, the sky has been filled with talent. I don't know how many people there are. I don't believe it. We will not find one!"
As soon as the voice of the fat middle-aged man dropped, the other four people all kept silent for a while, and the original excitement in their eyes disappeared. After a while, the amiable middle-aged man nodded sadly and said, "Brother, we must be able to find it, maybe this is it!"
"Is that right? I know after testing!" The fat man seemed to feel that his gaffe had brought pressure on his brother, looked at the little boy expectantly, and smiled softly.
Looking coldly at those young people who were far away, the little boy stood up slightly with some difficulty, reached out and gently wiped the blood on his mouth, the red light on his eyes suddenly flashed away, reached out and patted the dust on his dirty and worn clothes, and slowly looked at the lane ahead.
Just as the little boy was about to leave, a man suddenly appeared in front of him, a middle-aged man with a gentle expression and a kind smile. He took a step backward like a reflex. The little boy looked at the person who appeared in front of him without any sign with a shrewd look, but there was no fear and fear in that look!
"What's your name, little friend?" The gentle middle-aged man saw the boy's reaction, his eyes flashed a little approbation, bowed his head, and tried to use his most cordial tone and smile that he thought had the strongest affinity.
"Zhu Hao!" It seemed that the middle-aged man in front of him had no malice. The little boy's face was less nervous, but the alert color of his eyes did not completely disappear.
