C158 Mo Lun and Mu Xichen

The day after Mohrén's arrival in the United States, he learned to ask for help.

Not long after Sunny left, he ran as fast as he could to the other side of the river. There was no one at the starting point, and the people on the other side of the river were all concealed behind a snowdrift …

On the other side of the river, behind a pile of snow, he quickly saw many pedestrians.

There were both men and women, but there were no children. All of them were tall and strong, so he had to raise his head and speak loudly to them.

"Hello, can you do me a favor?"

He no longer hoped that he could use his own strength to pull the tractor out of the water. When he ran towards the other side, he was still secretly regretting it — If he had thought of it yesterday, perhaps he wouldn't have been hungry last night, nor would he have been qualified to stay in the Warm House because of Sunny's tolerance and charity.

"What?"

Everyone asked him the same question. Although he only knew basic English, he could understand it.

"Hello, can you do me a favor?" He repeated his plea loudly, in English that was not quite fluent.

The man with a full beard looked at him strangely, then roared at him viciously. His fearsome appearance caused Maureen to retreat a few steps, fall on her butt on the icy ground. The man with a full beard shook his beard and laughed out loud as he walked on the icy snow with his mottled holster.

Maureen could see that he was not to be trifled with, and she thought, or perhaps the man has been wounded and has a bad ear, so she waited long after the bearded man had gone out before she ran off to the next person to ask for help.

He was very lucky to meet a group of young people.

The group of young men were laughing and shoveling snow onto a truck.

The truck had a lot of horsepower. If they could find a tractor in the river, and the river wasn't too deep, it would be a good idea to drag the truck across the river.

He became excited and began to explain his intentions to the group of youngsters in limited English.

The young man stopped what he was doing and looked at him. There were even people who came over and patted him on the cheek, handing him a piece of candy. It was a friendly act.

Maureen put the sugar in her pocket and pointed to the huge hole in the ice not far from the shore. She ran over in a panic and then came back and told the young people what had happened and that he needed help getting the tractor up and dragging him to the shore.

The young man didn't seem to understand. After listening for a while, he ignored him and continued with his work.

Maureen ran up and down a few times, sweat beading on her forehead in the icy snow, but the young men sang songs he didn't understand. They drove their trucks full of snow and ice, leaving behind twisted ruts on the ground.

No one helped him.

Maureen asked for help from a number of people, some of whom were friendly, seemed to pat him on the head in pity, gave him a little candy, others, like the bearded man, shouted viciously for him to go away — but the result was the same, no one was willing to help him.

As night fell, Maureen stood on the cold shore, looking at the rows of red-roofed houses, the warm light dancing in the panes like a fairy tale, except that tonight he would have to sleep on the street.

He had no food except a few bits of sugar in his pocket.

Sunny stepped on the ice until it creaked, then walked towards him. He crouched down and touched his bright red face: "My dear child, I'm very sorry, but tonight, I can't pity you anymore. You can't live in a warm house … And, there's still no food. "

His palms were very warm, and Maureen's lips moved slightly. Looking at her foster father in the legal sense, he felt like crying.

"However, my dear child, I would like to remind you that if you want to obtain food and shelter, do not wait for alms, do you understand? You have to learn to use your own methods to get into a warm room and eat delicious food. "

Sunny kindly patted his little face, kissed his forehead and then left.

The thought of approaching warmth grew more and more pressing as Maureen stood in the snow and ice.

He wasn't so lucky tonight, rolling through the snow and finding no food.

There was only one candy left in his pocket, but he knew that the heat of a single candy was nothing compared to the heat of the night.

His long period of hunger, in addition to the fact that his clothes were so thin, made it more and more difficult for him to bear.

He could not die in the cold and snow. He still needed to see his mother, the Lin couple who sent him on a long journey, and his little sister Lin who was making fun of him.

The door was opened by the ferocious bearded man from that morning.

"..."

Before he could say anything, the bearded man let out a vicious roar and slammed the door shut.

There was only one person living in each of the houses. Moreover, all of them were men. It was unknown where the women who worked during the day had gone to.

At this rate, he would not be able to enter the room.

The -10 degrees' Celsius cold had him curled up into a ball. A flash of insight came over him as he ran to the big pile of snow and buried himself in it with his bare hands. Finally, he felt a little warmer.

But the good times didn't last long. Soon, the surrounding snow was soaked by his body temperature. It soaked his clothes even faster. A dangerous scene appeared. The snow on top of his head caved in, almost burying him alive.

As he desperately crawled out of the snowdrift, Maureen's eyes, glowing blue, flew toward the rows of houses.

Slowly, he got up and dragged his wet shoes towards the house again.

… ….

On the third day, when Sunny appeared again in the open space in front of the house, all the snow had been cleaned up.

And Maureen, standing next to the tractor, with a neat group of foreign men behind him.

"Very good, very good …" Sunny clapped his hands and walked over with a smile. Ever since Mo Lun came to America, his smile this time was from the bottom of his heart.

Maureen looked at him without moving.

"Dear child, you will be rewarded, along with your food."

Sunny waved his hand, and a black female servant carrying a plate full of sausages walked over. She walked in front of Mo Lun and prostrated at his feet, as if she was submitting to her master.

"The prize is for you, and for this woman. She will be in charge of your daily life."

Maureen waved her hand behind her. "These are for you."

Although none of the men behind him lacked food, none of them dared to disobey Maureen's bestowment. They advanced in an orderly fashion and each of them took a sausage from the plate.

They looked at Molun with fear.

Among this group of people, only the bearded man was missing.

No one dared to say what happened last night, but everyone clearly remembered.

Sunny was very satisfied with his current situation. His intuition told him that he had dug a good seedling, a good enough to make him proud.

Mo Lun lived up to everyone's expectations. Every time he encountered a crisis, he would always be able to survive. Even if he was thrown onto a deserted island, he would still be able to walk out alive.

After experiencing the calamity at the age of twelve, Maureen had gradually developed a tenacious and even cruel personality. He could do anything to survive, but he also had his principles. If his survival was not endangered, he would treat others extremely well.

Some of his subordinates had once talked about this with interest, but there were also people who were intimidated by it. It was because he was usually good to others, and when danger came, they would not know when he would go crazy, who he would become, and who he would become his victim. His weapon was never easily unsheathed. Once it was unsheathed, his opponent would undoubtedly die.

And during the eighteenth birthday banquet, when Sunny celebrated his birthday, he personally killed Sunny and replaced him as the youngest leader of the Keli Family, his position second only to Keli Ang.

Even before Sunny died, blood kept dripping out from the back of his head but he was still staring with his eyes wide open. A strange smile appeared on his face, as if he didn't feel any pain as he said, "Mo Lun, this is the only way for you to go, because you aren't just Mo Lun."

The cigarette caught on his finger and burned at the tip of his finger. Maureen snapped out of her stupor.

Yes, in a certain sense, he should be thanking Sunny. If not for Sunny, if he had stayed in China forever, perhaps, he would have died.

Because he wasn't just Maureen.

Mu Xichen, Mo Lun will not let you fail so quickly. This is something that Mo Lun hates to see.

In the darkness, a strange, pale smile appeared on Maureen's face.

… ….

Due to his special identity, Mu Xichen did not receive any terrible cold treatment in the information room. The police asked three times, but every time, they would not get anything out of him.

"Mr. Mu, I hope for your cooperation. Even if you do not plead guilty, with sufficient evidence, we can still apprehend you." The policeman said seriously.

Mu Xichen smiled, "Comrade Police, I did not do anything wrong, of course I can't admit my wrongs. If there's evidence, then I will arrest them." He spread his hands in front of his waist.

The policeman looked at each other, and the younger one jumped up and slammed the table with his fist.

"What are you being so cocky for? Let me tell you, even if God is here, I still have to skin him!" Tell me honestly, how did you arrange for people to secretly attack the leaders of the factories? There are a total of eight factories, and every factory abandoned their contracts with the Hetian. On the same day, they were threatened with blackmail and their leaders all entered the hospital, you dare to say that this has nothing to do with you?

The young policeman was still young, and this time he was even more impatient.

They only had twenty-four hours of interrogation time, and that was over. There wasn't enough evidence, and if the person in question didn't confess, they could only obediently let Mu Xichen out.

The higher ups were pressuring him, they definitely could not let Mu Xichen go.

Mu Xichen looked at him blandly and raised his eyebrows, "Comrade Police, have you ever heard of a battle where one side wins?"

The little policeman was surprised for a moment. He frowned and slapped the table, "I don't have time to discuss about the pros and cons. Hurry up and tell me the truth!"

This little policeman was truly hopeless.