Chapter 88

The boy, enraged, gripped a metal pipe that was almost as long as a staff and charged at Lao Hong and the others!

Lao Hong saw that the boy didn’t seem to be joking and didn’t expect him to really be so angry. He quickly hid behind Wang Chan. Wang Chan held a spade in his hands, unsure of what to do.

He was afraid of hurting the child if he hit too hard, but he was also worried that the child might really attack if he hit too lightly. As Wang Chan hesitated, Ning Dongqing stepped forward and kicked a bottle of drink on the ground towards the boy.

The boy charged too fiercely and stepped on the bottle!

“Bang!”

The boy fell flat on his face, and the metal pipe flew out of his hand. Lao Hong quickly picked up the metal pipe to prevent the brat from causing any more trouble. Wang Chan immediately pinned the boy down, and the little girl held a machete to his neck.

“What’s your name?” Ning Dongqing asked coldly.

“......” The boy glared fiercely at Ning Dongqing, saying nothing.

“What are you looking at?” Lao Hong was not pleased and slapped the boy on the head.

Lao Hong didn’t hold back, and the boy’s neck moved forward, almost touching the machete in Ning Dongqing’s hand.

The little girl glared at Lao Hong, who quickly stepped aside and stopped interfering.

“You’d better answer my question. If you continue to be so unfriendly, we won’t keep you around,” Ning Dongqing stared at the boy and said sternly.

“Haha...” The boy laughed instead of answering.

“Haha, your sister!” Lao Hong was about to come over to teach him a lesson but stopped when the little girl glared at him.

“Just you? You’ve never even killed a chicken, right!?” The boy didn’t believe that these people would dare to do anything to him.

As he spoke, the boy actually pushed his neck towards the little girl’s knife. Seeing that he was serious, Ning Dongqing had to put the machete away.

Without the threat of the machete, the boy tried to stand up. Wang Chan held him tightly to prevent him from attacking again. After a struggle, the boy finally sat up.

The boy brought his face right up to Ning Dongqing, who was squatting. They were only a few centimeters apart, and they could hear each other’s breathing clearly.

“I’ve crawled out of a pile of dead bodies, unlike you idiots,” the boy said with disdain.

“Hey, you’re not even that big, but you sure can brag. Dead bodies? How many dead bodies have you seen? I bet you crawled out of a pile of garbage!” Seeing the boy so close to the little girl, Lao Hong was not pleased and hurried over to pull him away.

Seeing Ning Dongqing glare at him again, Lao Hong mumbled something and had to stop again.

“You’d better not let me go, or I’ll torture each of you to death!” The boy threatened Ning Dongqing and the others with a fierce look on his face.

Ning Dongqing turned her head and looked at the boy who was making threats, feeling a bit of a headache. His eyes were full of ferocity, and he didn’t seem to be joking.

The boy in front of her was about her age, quite handsome, but his face was dirty. Of course, it was unknown if his mind was also messed up.

Ning Dongqing smiled at him.

It had to be said, Ning Dongqing was very beautiful. Although only fourteen or fifteen years old, she was already a beauty. In the old world, she would have been the type to cause national disasters when she grew up.

As Ning Dongqing smiled, she suddenly raised the machete in her hand and hit the boy on the head with the handle.

“I think you’re just a plastic bag.” Seeing the boy faint, the little girl finally stood up.

“All you do is act.”

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When the little brat woke up again, it was already evening. This was the nickname Ning Dongqing and the others gave the boy because he refused to say his name.

He was thrown into a corner, tied up tightly. It didn’t look like they were on the first floor; it was probably on the second or third floor somewhere.

Lao Hong and the other three were gathered in a circle, doing something.

The little brat moved his nose, and it smelled good.

He stretched his neck to look, and this group was actually having hot pot! They were using a鸳鸯锅 (yuan yang guo, a pot with two compartments, one spicy and one clear). The power cord was plugged into an outlet nearby, and the pot was already boiling.

He could see various white and red balls floating in the pot, along with many slices of meat, which he couldn’t tell if they were beef or lamb.

The鸳鸯锅 (yuan yang guo) sold by Hongye Xing had always been very popular among UEA students. Various slices of lamb, beef, and balls were always in high demand. On weekends, you might not even be able to buy them.

Besides the various meats, they also had various vegetables: Chinese cabbage, oil greens, chrysanthemum greens, winter melon slices, potato slices, and more.

The little brat couldn’t help but swallow his saliva.

“Little brat, you’re awake?” Lao Hong saw the little brat was awake, picked up a piece of meat, and started chewing it.

“Put down your chopsticks! I’m telling you again, this supermarket is my territory! Everything here is mine! Mine!!”

Jelena laughed at the little brat’s words. Although she didn’t understand Chinese, Wang Chan had translated what the little brat said to her. Combined with the boy’s expression, Jelena naturally understood the gist of it.

“If you keep talking so much, I’ll gag you!” Ning Dongqing put down her chopsticks and stared at the little brat coldly.

“Haha...”

“Haha, your sister!” Lao Hong held his bowl and walked over to the little brat, giving him a hard knock on the head.

“Fat pig, I’ll remember you! You’re dead!” The little brat glared at Lao Hong and said fiercely.

“You’re right about the fat, but who will die is unknown.” Lao Hong ignored the little brat’s threat, waved the meat in his bowl in front of the little brat, and then put it in his mouth, chewing it loudly.

The little brat’s eyes were full of anger, and if his limbs weren’t tied, he would have given this fat pig a good beating!

Lao Hong heard the little brat’s stomach rumble and walked back to the hot pot with a smug look.

The little brat watched helplessly as the four people ate all the meat slices, balls, and then almost all the vegetables. Finally, they put the mixed grain noodles into the pot.

The little brat kept saying nasty things, but the four people ignored him and enjoyed the most delicious meal they had had since the disaster.

“I have to say, although it’s a bit spicy, it’s really, really delicious!” Jelena gave a thumbs up to the other three.

British people rarely eat spicy food, and this spicy hot pot was a real challenge for them.

Lao Hong, slurping the noodles, said, “This is nothing. When we have the chance, try our Chongqing hot pot, and you’ll be blown away.”

The little girl put down her bowl and chopsticks and squatted down next to the little brat.

“Little brat, are you willing to tell us your name now?”