After saying that, she looked back at Kevin, “Kevin, you take someone to the shack and gather everyone there. Give them something to eat. I’ll be there in a while.”
“OK.”
Kevin nodded.
“The shack is crowded and there are a lot of viruses there, so be sure to disinfect it well,” Paige added after a moment’s thought.
“I understand.”
How could there not be a lot of viruses in a place that is so far behind the others?
After giving them a lecture, Paige took Enrico away from the main group and walked deeper into the forest of lunatics.
The further they walked, the sparser the trees became.
The sound of the sea surging could be heard in the distance.
Before they reached their destination, Paige could smell a faint, blood-tinged smell in the air.
She held her hand up to cover her nose and glanced at Enrico.
“Tell me! Where is the soft whip made of white tiger skin hidden? Hand it over! Otherwise, I will beat you to death today, do you hear?” A violent voice suddenly came from afar.
Then a young, weak boy’s voice came, ‘You’re dreaming. I will never give you the whip, even if I die. It’s my sister Paige’s thing, you’re not worthy, and neither is Quint!’
This voice…
Paige’s gaze changed, and she pulled Enrico forward.
By the seaside, a ragged young man fell to the ground. A few streaks of blood covered his thin, pale face. He stared at the people in front of him, pressing his hands against the ground as he backed away.
His arms were so thin that his bones were faintly visible. One of his wrists was as thin as a child’s, and was tied with an electronic lock ring, signifying his identity as a slum dweller.
In front of him, three men stood there, their clothes dirty and small, tightly fitting their bodies.
All three of them wore electronic lock rings, and either had a broken arm or a broken leg. They were all crippled and incomplete, but they stood menacingly in front of the young man, holding stones in their hands, the ends of which had been sharpened like sharp weapons.
At this moment, upon hearing the young man’s words, one of the men with a broken leg, who was leaning on a tree stick, laughed out loud, “Paige, right? That was all so many years ago. Do you still think she is living on this island?”
“Yeah, kid, what’s the point of you hiding the tiger skin whip for her? That woman, Paige, wasn’t she taken away by a rich man? What kind of rich man without some kind of special fetish would come to Wind Island looking for a woman? She might have died out there a long time ago. Who are you showing your loyalty to?”
Upon hearing this, Enrico’s face instantly darkened, and a trace of fierceness flashed in his eyes as he slowly let go of Paige’s hand.
“We agreed that you would rest and let me do the work.” Paige sensed his intentions and pulled his hand before walking away.
The young man had obviously been bullied quite a bit, with bruises all over his arms and legs. But when he heard the three men in front of him say this, his chest rose and fell with emotion, and his small face was full of hatred and anger.
“You’re not allowed to say such things about Sister Paige! I’ll fight you all!”
The young boy shouted, suddenly stood up from the ground, and then dashed over to the other side, charging straight at the man with the broken leg.
The man did not expect the young boy to be able to stand up after being beaten like that, and was not prepared to be knocked to the ground.
Seeing this, the people next to him raised the stone in their hands and smashed it down on the boy’s head.
The boy was already weak from lack of physical strength, and this collision took the last of his strength, and he swayed and fell backwards.
A thin arm caught his frail body.
Without falling to the ground, the boy looked up dazedly. The morning sun’s rays fell down, not blinding, but softly and coolly on the young girl’s dark hair, which had lifted slightly at the side.
He looked at her pale, translucent side face and dark eyes, and his entire head went blank.
Paige stood there, raised one hand, and easily caught the stone that the man had thrown down. To the opposite person’s shocked gaze, she threw it back.
The stone flew out of her hand as if it had a life of its own, and smashed hard into the man’s face.
The moment the blood splattered out, the man also fell to the ground, knocked unconscious by the impact.
“Who, who, who are you?”
The only one still standing was a middle-aged man who had lost both his palms. Seeing Paige, who was dressed in fine clothes and not at all what she should look like in Wind Island, they were all dumbfounded.
“Paige?” The young man leaned weakly on her arm, staring at her blankly. His voice was so low that it startled her when he spoke. ‘Am I… dreaming?’
It had been so long.
How could it be?
Was he going to die before he could see Paige again?
Paige looked down at the young man, whose face was covered in blood. Her black and white eyes were cold. “Bastion, it’s only been a short while. Have you forgotten everything I told you?”
You insist on fighting when you can’t beat someone, and you have enough bones for someone to beat you a few times?
“…”
The young man looked at her blankly, completely dumbfounded by her voice.
“Sister Paige, Paige?”
The middle-aged man, who had had both his hands broken, was dumbfounded by these words. Suddenly, he saw a tall man come out from behind a tree, with no electronic locks on his hands or feet. His aura was overbearing and murderous, and his body said that he was not to be messed with.
The man looked at him with the most sinister expression in his eyes.
The middle-aged man’s legs went weak when he was looked at, and he turned around and ran.
Enrico stood there, looking at the middle-aged man’s back, disdainfully curling his lips, and pulled out a pistol from his waist, aiming it at the other person.
This is the person who just insulted his woman.
A few holes are good, aren’t they?
Let’s start with the knees.
The muzzle slowly moved downward, and Enrico slowly narrowed one eye. The gray iris of his eyes was eerie, and the corner of his lips was cruelly curved.
“Enrico,” Paige helped the boy sit on the ground, looked up and called out to Enrico, “Even pistols have recoil, don’t move.”
He was already tied up with a triangular scarf, but he still wouldn’t behave.
“I’ll only shoot him three times,” Enrico slowly pulled the trigger.
“The stamp is invalidated,” Paige’s voice was cold.
“…”
Hey.
Enrico looked at the figure running away. After all, the trigger was not pulled. He let his hands drop and reluctantly looked at Paige, who was crouching next to the teenager, ‘No more.’
Paige was really sure that he would agree with her.
Okay.
He was just window dressing.
Since that person was staying on Wind Island, he had plenty of ways to torture him.
The boy sat on the ground, staring blankly at the tall and angry man in front of him. He always felt a little bit familiar, but he couldn’t think of it.
Paige squatted next to the boy and saw that he kept covering his chest. She reached out and ripped his clothes open.
“…” Enrico’s eyes darkened.
His clothes were ripped open, and there was a large area of dark red on the boy’s chest. His ribs were clearly defined due to his thinness, and there were various scratches on them.
He was clearly thirteen years old, but his body was about the same as it was three years ago, and he hadn’t grown at all.
Paige looked at him, her throat feeling a little dry.
The young man, however, couldn’t care about the pain, and with a croaky voice, he said, “Sister Paige, this is the only shirt I have…”
It was the only one that was torn.
“Does it hurt?” Paige asked him with a frown.
“It’s okay, it’ll pass.” Bastion rubbed his chest carelessly, then stared at her face, looking carefully, ‘Are you really Sister Paige?’