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37The Struggle of the Lower-Class

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"Little Yuan, Little Ting, it's time to eat." Sixty-Eight opened the door and walked into a small house. He knocked on the door a few times.

This was a house that was less than 20 square meters. It had been transformed into three small rooms with a partition.

Each small room was then transformed into two floors. The top floor was used to store miscellaneous furniture, and the bottom floor was a small bed to maximize the use of every space.

Two thin little girls were reading in a small room. When they heard Liu Ba's voice, they ran over happily and called out to their big brother in a low voice. Then, they went to eat fried rice noodles and roast chicken.

Seeing his sisters wolfing down the fried rice noodles, a look of heartache flashed across Liu Ba's eyes. Just as he wanted to smoke a cigarette to relieve his boredom, he stopped and took out a few hundred yuan from his pocket and placed it on the table.

"You two, don't always learn so late. Don't tire your bodies out.”Six and eight.

The others were already asleep. Only these two third-year students were preparing to enter university. They had to study very late every day.

"Big Brother, it's okay. As long as we get into university, you won't have to be so tired. In the future, the two of us will support the family and let Big Brother enjoy life.”Xiao Ting said as she ate her fried rice noodles.

Sixty-Eight laughed so hard that his eyes were only left with a slit, and the fat on his face trembled.

She liked hearing this.

After eating and drinking to their fill, the sisters sensibly cleared the table and prepared to take out the trash. Liu Ba waved his hand and told them to leave it there. He would take it out when he went out later.

After his two sisters fell asleep, Liu Ba turned off the lights and leaned on the sofa in a daze.

After an unknown amount of time, Liu Ba wiped his face, got up, and went out with the trash bag.

Even if he was physically and mentally exhausted, he had to find a way to earn money.

His younger sisters had finally finished elementary school and middle school. They were only one step away from entering university.

He had persevered for so many years. He could not fall at the last step.

After throwing the trash into the trash can, Sixty-Eight walked alone on the street. He took out a cigarette and took a few puffs. He took a long puff and looked up at the black sky with empty eyes.

Walking under the bridge, Sixty-Eight was ready to find a place to lie down and have a good sleep.

Just as he was about to sleep, a few burly men suddenly rushed out of the darkness and began to mercilessly beat up Liu Ba.

Sixty-Eight didn't fight back. He just hugged his head tightly, closed his eyes, and gritted his teeth to endure the pain.

Resisting might only make the situation worse. This was not the first time he had encountered such a situation. These people were just after money. If he resisted and forced them into a corner, he would lose his life here.

Several burly men searched through Liuba's body wantonly, looking for all valuable belongings.

They also pulled out the big gold chain around Sixty-Eight's neck. After careful identification, they found that it was a copper chain, which was only worth a few cents.

The few of them did not gain anything. They cursed at the poor man and prepared to leave.

However, just as they were about to leave, the leader suddenly made a sound of surprise and returned. He said a few words to his companions beside him and then dragged Sixty-Eight to a place with light, as if he wanted to see Sixty-Eight clearly.

"It really is you, 68. Hahaha." One of the robbers laughed when he saw Sixty-Eight clearly. He seemed to know Sixty-Eight.

Sixty-Eight cursed in his heart. He was very familiar with this voice.

The other party was from another hall and did not get along with him. They had once led their underlings to fight and had their noses broken by him. They had formed a deep grudge. He did not expect to meet him here.

Sixty-Eight raised his head and forced a smile.

"Old Sun, we're all in the underworld. You've beaten me up just now. How about we end our grudges here?”

"Hahaha, look at you. Are you still that fierce and arrogant Liu Ba?”Old Sun laughed loudly, seemingly very pleased with himself.

"What do you want?" Sixty-Eight lowered his head and said.

"How is it? You broke my nose and I was lying in bed for more than a month. Do you know how much work I lost and how much money I lost? And the medical fees, I paid for them myself.”Old Sun looked at Liu Ba fiercely.

"Return all the money you owe me, or I'll kill you.”

"Alright, I'll give you the money. But you've searched me just now, so I don't have any money on me. Give me a few days, and I'll go get the money for you.”Six and eight.

"Do you think I'm stupid? What if you run away?" Old Sun laughed.

"Motherf * cker, still not being honest!" Another robber punched Six Eight in the stomach. Six Eight knelt on the ground, clutching his stomach, his face twisted in pain.

Old Sun waved his hand and asked his two companions to lift Liu Ba up and press him against the wall. He patted Liu Ba's bruised and swollen face with his hand and said threateningly,

"Don't think that I don't know that you have a family. In the past, we were all in the underworld. Everyone followed the rules and didn't touch their families. Now that the club can't even protect themselves, they can't care about us at all.”

Sixty-Eight's eyes widened, and his face suddenly became ferocious.

"If you dare to touch my family, I'll kill you.”

"Yo, yo, yo, I'm anxious, hahaha.”Old Sun enjoyed Liu Ba's anger in a morbid manner.

"Go get the money. If you dare to run away, don't blame us for taking action against your family!”Old Sun stopped smiling and looked at Liu Ba coldly.

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