shadow empire

Teens aged 18 or 19 are about to become adults legally, but psychologically, they are not yet mature enough.

Erwin felt very aggrieved.

He was doing well at home, but suddenly the war broke out. In order to prevent him from being sent to the battlefield and dying meaninglessly, his family sold their house and raised money to send him to the Federation.

He originally thought that this was a "journey of growth". After all, the rumours he heard about the Federation when he was in the Empire were all positive and beautiful.

For example, the air smells sweet, donuts taste delicious, people on the roadside give out free food and clothes, and there are hospitals willing to treat them even if they are penniless...

There are so many positive rumours about the Federation that almost everyone who comes to the Federation is full of longing and fantasy about life after arriving here.

But when I got here, everything went wrong.

The air was filled with the smell of horse manure, the pungent smell of unburned oil, and exhaust fumes from cars.

People were unfriendly, everyone was so snobby and sarcastic, looking at him like he was a piece of trash.

He didn't smell the sweet air, nor did he taste whether the donut was actually sweet.

It was as if the whole world was against him, even though he had endured exploitation, oppression and humiliation from those people!

Now, he was deprived of even the chance to be exploited and squeezed. The grievance, hatred and disgust all surged up at once.

Erwin is actually not a person who is very good at showing emotions outwardly, unlike Ethan.

Ethan is very direct. His happiness and unhappiness are all shown on his face, and he even takes the initiative to talk about it with others.

He is different, he keeps it in his heart.

It's just that sometimes there are too many things hidden and there is no room for more grievances.

Seeing Erwin trying to hold back the urge to cry, Lance hugged him tightly, "It will all be fine, Erwin."

"We have to treat your wounds first. If they get infected, it will be very troublesome."

"As for the rest, I'll figure it out."

Soon he saw his friends hiding in the alley. Most of them were injured, but luckily no one had any broken bones.

This is a blessing in disguise!

Lance heard from an old man on the street that he broke his leg last year and waited two weeks before seeing a doctor. The doctor told him that his wound was already a little deformed and was healing.

He has two choices -

One, re-break the fracture that may have healed somewhat, and then treat it in the appropriate way, such as using a splint or a wheelchair.

A set costs about 2,500 yuan, and the old man has only 27 yuan of disposable income per month.

Second, make simple corrections, but he will definitely walk with a swaying gait in the future. If there is no intervention, he will definitely be deformed, which is an inevitable result.

The doctor will put a splint on him to see if it can be corrected, but there is no guarantee of effectiveness, and he will need to pay three hundred and seventy dollars for it.

In the end, he paid forty dollars for the consultation and returned without doing anything.

I got myself two copper pipes, and with the help of my old friend, I straightened the partially healed bones and then put in a support.

Although he walks with a limp now, it is not very noticeable unless you look closely.

If any of the friends had a broken bone, they would most likely be left disabled, but fortunately no one had a broken bone.

Lance took them to the pharmacy on the street, but it was closed and there was an iron gate blocking people from entering.

The nights in LOS City are not safe either. The probability of a pharmacy being robbed is actually much higher than that of other stores.

Because everyone knows that medicines are expensive.

"We need some medicine."

A somewhat cautious voice came from inside, "What do you need?"

"Gauze, bandages, alcohol, and preferably some anti-inflammatory medicine, and some needles and thread for suturing the wound. How many are in a package?"

"Ten."

"Two packs then."

The person on duty quickly prepared everything and put it into a leather bag through the iron door in front of Lance. "I originally charged you twenty-one dollars and fifteen cents, but now I'll only charge you twenty-one dollars."

Lance said thank you and handed the money in first - it was supposed to be handed over to the financial company later, but he used it first.

Then the people inside delivered the things out.

There were some people wandering around in the dark, but Lance's gang had too many people and looked like they had just experienced a battle. They would not act rashly without knowing the details of these people.

Lance looked around and lowered his voice slightly, "Let's get out of here first..."

The federal government runs the city before 8 p.m., and the gangs are king after 8 p.m.

If you don't want to cause misunderstanding, it's best not to run around with a large group of people at night.

They found an alley, and Lance helped them clean their wounds in the light of the street lamp.

Everyone's morale was very low at this time, and everyone seemed to have lost the enthusiasm and motivation they had when they talked about their dreams before.

He knew that this was not a solution, so while helping the trembling Mello sew up his wounds, he asked, "Have you seen those who attacked you?"

Perhaps this topic caught their attention and the atmosphere here became a little better.

One of the guys volunteered, "I've seen one of them. He's been to the port several times, but I don't know what he does."

Under the dim street lights, those pairs of eyes reflecting the light of the street lights were all staring at Lance, as if expecting something.

Lance tugged at the thread in his hand, and Melo was shaking in pain!

The branch he had just broken in his mouth had been bitten to pieces, and the bitter juice inside flowed into his mouth, but it was not even one ten-thousandth of the pain he felt.

But even so, this usually taciturn guy looked at Lance with fire flashing in his eyes!

"We can't just let this go. The city won't be safe these days. Let's hide for a while."

"After the storm has passed, we will take revenge."

He applied anti-inflammatory medicine on Melo's wound. A small bottle of white powdered medicine, about ten millimetres in size, cost nineteen dollars and eighty cents.

As he applied medicine to Melo, he said, "We don't owe them anything. Your injuries cannot be in vain."

"We must repay tooth for tooth, blood for blood!"

"Otherwise everyone will just poop and pee on our heads!"

At this moment, the seemingly depressed friends suddenly gathered momentum!

Ethan stomped his feet hard, "Lance is right, tooth for tooth, blood for blood!"

They all said this and made up their minds!

After a while, the excitement subsided, rationality began to return, and people began to think about what to do in the next few days.

Lance actually already had a plan in mind, "Don't worry too much about the money. Just hide in the culvert during this time."

"The chaos won't last long. LOS City is one of the most important economic centres in the Federation. Those bigwigs won't cause chaos here for these things."

"Whether it's big capitalists or certain political forces, they will compete for the results as quickly as possible."

"So you must remember to be patient first."

"Don't let them use you as an example to intimidate others at this time!"

"After this period of time is over, I will take you to seek justice!"

"Don't act alone, and try not to cause trouble. But if there is a conflict, if you are in a sparsely populated area..."

Lance looked at them, his eyes flashing as cold as a knife in the night, "Then kill them, hide them, and then come find me."

Considering safety issues, Lance did not send them back. Of course, so many people did not need him to go alone.

Instead, after they sent Lance back to the bakery, Lance hugged everyone, and the group left under the cover of night.

The darkness is still spreading in the black night, just like the unclear road ahead, which makes people feel fear.

But in this dark night, there is already a spark, a flame, burning tenaciously and unyieldingly.