Chapter 71: Carlos
"Hendy, find a class to attend and don't join a gang." Carlos walked to Xiao Hei, patted his shoulder gently, and said in a gentle voice.

"F**k! Don't touch me, why are you screaming!" Xiao Hei didn't think Carlos had any good intentions. His muscles had long replaced his brain, and he punched subconsciously.

Snapped.

Carlos did not dodge. He also wanted to use some pain to punish himself for his previous mistakes.

Unfortunately, Xiao Hei was so useless. After he punched him, Carlos didn't move at all. Instead, Xiao Hei held his right hand and howled like a ghost.

"Oh! It's broken! My hand is broken!"

It was another subconscious reaction, and Xiao Hei kicked Carlos in the waist with a right whip kick.

Click!

“Ah—F**k!”

The shrill screams echoed throughout this community where there were almost no patrol police.

Several younger brothers looked at Carlos as if they had seen a ghost, and they stood there quietly, learning to think with their brains instead of rashly following their leader's example and taking action at every turn.

Carlos had a hint of sympathy in his eyes, but he had no intention of helping directly. He just said to the younger brother behind him: "If you don't want your boss to lose his hands and feet in the future, call an ambulance for him."

"No! Don't call an ambulance!"

Xiao Hei sat up in shock from his dying illness, and was so frightened by the word "ambulance" that he even forgot the pain in an instant.

"Go, go to Dr. White - ah! Don't touch my legs, idiot! Get a stretcher, hurry up!"

In the midst of a mess, Xiao Hei was sent away.

Carlos returned to the gathering place of his "gang". The monster was gone, and only debris remained on the ground.

He still doesn't understand why he was let go, and it seems like he was given some power.

Unfortunately, this is probably a gift from the devil, and I will definitely pay the price for it.

But if he could use this ability to atone for his past sins, he would be willing to go straight to hell after death and suffer eternal torture.

"Although you have committed many evil deeds, I do not approve of lynching. I only take what I deserve. From now on, I will not join gangs anymore, and I will also find a way to rescue my sister from there." He found a stack of banknotes on the boss's body, and he only took about one hundred. He stuffed the rest into the bodies of other people one by one.

He knew that there would be no money left, but he still did it.

A day later, someone discovered the rotting corpses in the room while stealing. The thief was so skilled and bold that he suppressed his nausea and stole the valuables. Then, perhaps he felt guilty and pretended to be a caring person and called the police.

Carlos went to the place where his sister was originally in his memory, but learned that she had been moved by the gang. So he spent a few more days collecting money and asking around, and finally found where his sister was.

"Dujuan, a guest has asked for you."

"Here you are. Who is this brother? Carlos!" The younger sister widened her eyes and turned to look at the madam. "I don't want to serve this guy. Find someone else!"

"Dana." Carlos said.

"Stop!" Dana interrupted him and looked at Carlos seriously, "My name is Dujuan now, please call me by that name."

"Hey, hey, hey, I don't care whether you are brother and sister or father and daughter. I have already received the money. Come on, go to the room. Customer, don't worry, Dujuan can cooperate with you no matter what tricks you want to play." The madam didn't care about so many bloody things. Don't even think about asking her to take the money out after it's in her pocket. Dana took a deep breath and turned to walk towards a room.

Carlos followed her silently.

The two entered a room with red lights on. Dana sat on a chair, took out a cigarette, lit it several times before it was lit, and after puffing out a puff of smoke, she asked.

"What do you want? I have no money and I don't owe you anything. If you want to do something, I'll just lie down on the bed and close my eyes."

Carlos looked at his sister for a long moment before he said, "Danna, come with me."

"Are you kidding? Why should I go with you? Just because you're my shitty brother? Don't be ridiculous. You've never helped me with anything. Didn't you sell me here just to reduce a burden and make some money? I'm fine now. At least I can get paid, unlike those streetwalkers who might get robbed after finally serving. Besides, can you afford me? Haha, don't try to hide it from old Kurt. Many women believed the words of the scammers and eloped. Then the next day, they appeared in pairs in some stinky ditch. You're also a gangster, so I don't need to remind you."

After hearing Carlos' words, Dana exploded like a lit powder keg with a bang, and the cigarette in her hand that she had just taken a puff of fell to the ground.

After the outburst, she panted and slowly calmed down her expression, picked up the cigarette on the ground, sat down with her legs crossed, and turned her head away: "Forget it, there's no need, we are no longer related. If you came here to tell these innocent jokes, now that you've finished, you can leave. Or do you want me to laugh with you for a while?"

Carlos remained silent. He would rather Dana cried and beat him like she did in the past, than to see her indifferent expression.

But he was responsible for all this, so what right did he have to say anything?

He silently picked up a briefcase on the ground, opened it, and took out a handful of banknotes.

"Is this enough?" he asked.

Dana's eyes suddenly lit up, she grabbed the money, and counted it skillfully, repeating it several times in a row before asking with a look of shock: "Isn't your gang a small gang? Where can you get so much money?"

"As long as you take out money on the street, there will be people who will rob you on the road, but" Carlos looked at the handful of banknotes, "they can't beat me."

"Black robbing black, awesome." Dana smiled happily and counted the money again tirelessly, "That's enough, Old Kurt has a good reputation in this regard. He'll let me go if you pay me. Maybe we can still save some of this money. If you're not kidding, well, for the sake of the money, I'll go with you. What do you think we'll do after we become independent? Continue to take on trouble? I'm afraid you can't protect us."

"No, we don't do that." Carlos couldn't help but interrupt. "We just do what we like. Didn't you say before that you want to study? Then study and go to college. If you want to write novels, then keep writing. I'll find a way to make money."

Dana looked up in disbelief, looking at this relative who had long been a stranger in front of her. His appearance as a teenager reappeared in front of her, gradually overlapping with his current sloppy appearance.

"Don't be afraid, Dana. Tell me whoever bullies you and I'll beat him to death!"

"Dana, this is America, we can pick up money everywhere, and no one here cares about us anyway, let's go together! I will protect you."

"I'm sorry, Dana, life isn't as easy as I thought. This place is actually pretty good. When I make a lot of money, I will definitely take you out."

There was a hint of desire in her eyes, and she was afraid of being deceived. Her voice trembled uncontrollably: "Brother, are you serious?"

"real."

Carlos looked straight into her eyes, which were clearer than she had ever seen before. At that moment, she believed it completely.

"Brother. Wow!" Dana slowly dropped the money in her hand. Suddenly, she hugged Carlos and buried her head in his chest, crying in pain. "Wow, brother, I really don't want to serve those stinky bitches anymore. I have been saving money, but it's never enough. I dream of leaving this hell, but I'm scared, I'm scared! You clearly said you would protect me, why did you send me here? I hate you! I really hate you! Cough cough cough——"

Carlos patted her back and said in a hoarse voice: "Don't be afraid, it's my fault. I will atone for it for the rest of my life."

(End of this chapter)