Chapter 7 The ominous kid cursed by Satan

The brown-haired man pressed the tear-print boy's head lower with the superconducting electromagnetic gun in his hand, squinted his head and stared at the golden buckle boy and asked, "Are you from the big-headed Pali?"

When the golden buckle boy heard him call Mr. Barley, he immediately put a deep awe on his face and replied with some shame: "Sir, we are not qualified to work for Mr. Barley, but Mr. Barley usually appreciates us very much. This is true. I will never lie to you."

No matter where in any era, as long as there are gregarious human beings, it is inevitable to naturally form strong groups and vulnerable groups, in other words, the distinction between the ruling class and the ruled class.

The city of Rome is no exception, and the slums of Rome are no exception.

Barley, the big head, belongs to a member of the ruling class in the slums of Rome.

It is not easy to become a ruler in such a chaotic and complex violent area. At least, he must have a pair of hard fists and a hard-willed heart, and then use these two things to experience things such as killing, arson, robbery, extortion, extortion and so on. Less struggle.

The big head, Bari, seems to be born a professional who does these jobs and enjoys it very much. Therefore, he quickly made himself stand out from the ruling class through strong and unyielding struggle, has his own career, and becomes one of the enviable successful people in the slums of Rome. .

Big head is a nickname, which literally means that his head is relatively large. Generally speaking, no one likes others to call his nickname, and of course, so is Barley. He only likes others to respectfully call himself Mr. In the past, he didn't call himself a big head rudely when he made a fortune. Basically, he made his head bigger than himself in various ways. Up to now, this nickname is rare. I heard someone calling.

However, everything has two sides. If it is a very close person or a stronger person, Mr. Barley is still willing to accept it, and either of the two is undoubtedly worthy of respect and awe by a few street hooligans.

The tear-printed boy whose wrist was strangled immediately suppressed the pain and begged for mercy: "Sir, please forgive me. I didn't know you were Mr. Barley's friend, otherwise I would never offend you."

Every little hooligan in this neighborhood knows that Mr. Barley is an excellent face-looking man, and it is more miserable to offend his friend than to offend himself. What's more, a powerful refiner is not the one they can afford to provoke.

The brown-haired man turned his wrist and inserted the superconducting electromagnetic gun back to his waist. He shrugged his shoulders and smiled, "Well, since you have such a small relationship with big-headed Barley, you will be laughed at by that guy for giving you some more lessons. All right, you can go."

When the three little hooligans saw that he easily let go of themselves, they couldn't help but be overjoyed. They nodded repeatedly and apologized gratefully. When they were about to slip away, the brown-haired man called them again and said, "Did you forget to leave something?"

The golden buckle boy turned his mind the fastest and immediately reacted. He hurriedly took the wallet from another companion's hand, stuffed it to Di Changli, who was still standing aside, and squeezed out a friendly smile and said, "Kid, er, little brother, I'll give this back to you."

Di Changli calmly took it, his expression unchanged and did not express his gratitude. His eyes were still fixed on the brown-haired man's recovery armor.

The brunette man looked at him with interest. This black-haired and black-eyed little guy obviously has some special temperaments that are different from other children. Being too indifferent or too mature is the most prominent one. Although his clothes are very shabby, they are not sloppy. At a glance, he knows that the adults in the family don't take care of them very much and usually take care of their poor children by themselves. Although the beautiful face is still very childish, the dark eyes are extremely bright, and there always seems to be something invisible hidden in the depths of the pupils.

"Can you tell me what your name is?" The brown-haired man squatted down and asked very kindly.

Di Changli looked at the brown-haired man in front of him indifferently. Instead of responding, he took two steps back. Although he is not a taciturn and extremely obedutistic personality, any child who grows up in the slums of Rome understands that if he wants to protect himself from accidental harm, the most important thing is to stay away from strangers, even if he is just a weak old woman who seems to be blown down by the wind. . Moreover, with his instinctive instinct, Di Changli keenly sensed that this majestic brown-haired man was a little strange, as if there was a veil on his face anytime and anywhere, which made him feel that he didn't look real.

"Well, this is my fault. If you want to make friends, you should report your name first, otherwise it's too rude, right?" The brown-haired man raised his hands and smiled, "I am..."

A rough and loud voice in the rear interrupted him. Hey, Robert, where have you been these nine-tailed old fox these days? Oh, oh, oh, look, what did I see? I can't believe my eyes."

"Hight, stop, big mouth." Robert, a brown-haired man, stood up to stop people from talking.

The person who came is short, fat and solid, his skin is dark and rough, his head is big and square, his face is full of flesh, his nostrils are facing the sky, and a pair of big round eyes are slightly protruding his eyes. If two more horns grow on his forehead, he may be a lively bull's head. He is the famous big head Bali in this neighborhood.

Barry came forward and spread out his generous palms and said with a surprised face, "Hey, dear old buddy, are you so depressed? Don't even let a poor child go?

Robert sighed and spread out his hands and said, "Old man, look where do you think? I just want to meet a new friend.

" Come on, you bastard who even cheats old friends' shorts, I won't believe you have any good intentions." Barry laughed, opened his thick arms and hugged Robert tightly, and said to Di Changli, "Hey, little guy, let me remind you that you should touch your shorts to see if you are still wearing them. Finally, I will give you a free advice. Stay away from this old liar, or you will even be sold by him.

Robert sighed helplessly again: "Old man, you shouldn't slander an old friend's reputation in front of children."

Old liar? This sentence made Di Changli suddenly clear. Yes, that's right. Although the appearance of this man named Robert is awe-inspiring like the hero in the legend, the charm in his interior has not been fully reflected. Just like an actor who is skilled in acting but does not play the role he is good at. No wonder he feels something wrong. . However, such a disguise is more than enough to sway the vast majority of people.

In this way, the Fuli armor on his body may also be counterfeit. Di Changli was a little sorry and said, "Thank you, Mr. Ba Li, I know."

Barry stared at him in surprise. Little guy, do you know me too?

"Yes, Mr. Barley." Di Changli said calmly with an old man who was not commensurate with his age, "I think there must be very few people here who don't know you."

Barry stared more and more in surprise, twisted his meaty chin and said, "Hey, old man, this little guy is really interesting. No wonder you found him."

The child who had heard his name in the past was either scared like a cat and a mouse, or had a blind and ignorant look of worship. It was the first time that Bari met such a situation. Moreover, the little guy's humble and arrogant manners were also different from ordinary slum slum boy, and seemed to be born with a good background. A raised family.

Robert shrugged his shoulders and said, "Of course, do you think my eyes are used for decoration?"

"Mr. Barley, Mr. Robert." At this time, two strong men with neat appearance but fierceness in their bones came over, followed by the three little hooligans.

"Mr. Barley..." At this moment, the three guys were no longer arrogant, huddled together and looked at Ba Li with pity, and his eyes were full of unconcealed fear.

"Aha, it's you little bastards again." Barry's face seemed to be quite warm, but there was a cold and murderous atmosphere in his eyes. Do you remember what I told you last time? I hope this community will maintain a certain stability and not always have unnecessary unpleasant things, which will cause trouble, and seeing trouble will make me upset and very upset. It seems that you don't pay attention to my words, right?

"I'm sorry, Mr. Barley, we just want to have some fun, not to make you unhappy." The golden buckle boy summoned up his courage to say. Everyone knows that once Mr. Barley feels unhappy, there must be someone unlucky. Judging from the current situation, the unlucky candidate has obviously been circled.

Robert smiled and said, "Old man, don't get too angry. These guys are actually clever."

As soon as he said this, the murderous spirit in Ba Li's eyes eased a lot and said silently, "It's not a good idea to let these little bastards hang around in the community all day. Sooner or later, they will make a big leak. I don't want to be kicked by the bastards of the Federal Bureau of Social Order. Well, listen to the three of you guys. Are you interested in doing something?

The three little hooligans were all stunned. The golden buckle boy was a little unbelievable and said incoherently with excitement, "Are you saying that we should do something for you? Of course, Mr. Barley, we are very happy. It is our honor, and we will definitely work hard..."

"Okay." Barry waved his hand and said, "If you want to do something for me, you must follow my rules. What I want is a decent staff, not a lawless little hooligan, to get rid of the annoying pieces on your faces, or I will wear them on the things under you."

"Yes, yes, Mr. Barley." Three little rogue chickens pecked their heads like rice.

"And you." Barry pointed to the tattoo on the corner of the boy's eye and said harshly, "Dig out this eye excrement immediately. Don't let me see it again. Now disappear immediately and come to see me after cleaning it all."

"Yes, Mr. Barley." Three excited little hooligans ran away.

Robert laughed and said, "Old man, can you expect them to become some serious staff?"

Barry rubbed his bright bald head carelessly: "As long as it looks like, I will ask people to practice these bastards."

"Mr. Barley, Mr. Robert, I should go. I hope I didn't disturb you." Di Changli said goodbye politely and bowed slightly to prepare to leave.

"Ah, wait, kid." Robert stopped him and looked at him and said, "You don't look very good. What can I do for you?"

"No, I'm fine. Thank you for your concern, Mr. Robert." Di Changli declined politely and hurriedly turned away, as if he didn't want to stay for a moment.

"What a good boy. I like him." Barry squinted at Di Changli's distance and suddenly shouted, "Little guy, if you encounter any difficulties, you can come to me. You know how to find me, right?"

"Thank you, Mr. Barley." Di Changli stopped far away and stepped back after thanking him. The thin figure quickly disappeared.