“What, you don’t recognize her?” Paige looked at him, his pair of dark eyes were extremely clear, like a stream that could flow into a person’s heart.
Bastion blushed when he was looked at, and said with some embarrassment, “It’s not that it’s not similar, it’s just that she’s too pretty, I dare not admit it.”
She was dazzlingly beautiful.
Dazzlingly beautiful… It seemed that they, the people from the slums, were not allowed to look at her after all. After all, they were just the most insignificant dust in the world.
“Why does a child have so much to say?” Enrico’s face turned black.
He was still blushing, what was there to be shy about?
Bastion was startled by Enrico’s yelling, and he shrunk back, looking at him weakly, his hands clutching nervously as he fidgeted with his legs.
People like him had spent so many years on Wind Island, where whoever was the strongest could make the others kneel before them. But Paige had said that it wasn’t right…
As he thought this, Bastion resisted the urge to kneel before Enrico.
“Don’t scare him,” Paige said disapprovingly, looking at Enrico.
Bastion was a bit like Arjun in that he could be cheerful in the face of adversity, but at the same time he was very timid and couldn’t stand being scared. She was surprised that he had been able to stand up to three grown men today.
“…”
How did he scare people?
She actually said that about a little kid?
Enrico took a sharp intake of breath and stood there glaring at her menacingly.
The two men next to him, seeing that Enrico had a gun in his hand, were scared out of their wits and immediately got up from the ground, staggering and holding onto each other as they ran away.
“Bastion, I’ll take you to the doctor. Can you walk?” Paige asked the teenager.
“It’s no use going to the doctor. I’ll be fine after a rest.” Bastion subconsciously thought that she was going to find some doctor on the island who was not good at his job. There were not even any medicinal herbs on the island, so what was the point of going to the doctor?
“I brought a doctor,” Paige laughed, and asked again, ‘Can you walk? Do you want me to carry you?’
“I…” Bastion sat on the ground and was about to speak when a tight shadow fell over his head.
Enrico lifted his pants with one hand, half squatted down next to him, and an overpowering aura of menace came at him.
Enrico tilted his head to look at him, with a smile curling the corners of his lips, and he looked downright amiable, “My little friend, you’re so brave, you can walk on your own, can’t you?”
As if afraid that he couldn’t hear him, Enrico forced each word out of his throat.
“…” Paige looked at him helplessly.
Bastion had never seen a man with such an aura before. It was clearly a smile, but the gaze was like a sharp blade flying over, and it scared him. He shivered, “I can walk, I can walk.”
Hearing this, Enrico looked at Paige with satisfaction and smiled in appreciation, “The kid is awesome.”
“…” Paige was silent.
She should have tied him to the cruise ship and not let him come down.
“I’m not a kid, I’m thirteen,” Bastion said weakly.
Paige pulled the skinny teenager up from the ground.
“That’s right,”
Enrico continued to smile, his gaze falling on the hands of the two people clasped together, one white and one dirty. His expression remained unchanged, “Thirteen is considered an adult, and there’s no need for people to hold hands.”
Bastion looked at Paige, who was holding onto his hand, which was clean and tidy, while his own hand, even the nails, were covered in mud. He hastily and embarrassedly withdrew his hand, “Paige, I can walk on my own.”
Paige didn’t force him to do so either, and the three of them walked forward together.
“Sister Paige, why did you bring the doctor? Why did you come back?”
Bastion was still confused. Every step he took felt like he was stepping on clouds, which was particularly unrealistic.
Bring a doctor? Why bring a doctor?
Sister Paige has already left, so why did she come back?
“If I didn’t come back, how could I pick you up and leave?” Paige saw that Bastion was happy in his heart, and she laughed softly.
“Take us away?” Bastion stopped in his tracks and looked at her blankly, ‘How can we leave here?’
They were all from Wind Island, the lowest of the low, and they could never go out in the world.
“When have I ever lied to you?” Paige’s tone was soft, and she reached out to rub his head.
He was so short, like a little child.
Enrico watched from the side, gloomy.
“Really?” Bastion was completely stunned, staring at her with wide eyes, “We can go out?”
“Of course.”
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Paige was about to say something when Bastion suddenly slapped his thigh, “I almost forgot. Paige, you should ask your doctor to go check on Master Chris. She hasn’t eaten in a few days, and Uncle Artie said she might not make it.”
Chris, her teacher, was a famous painter revered by the world as a god, but she was living out her twilight years in the slums.
Upon hearing this, Paige’s face turned pale, and she looked up at Enrico.
Enrico stared at her and nodded, “Let’s go to the shack first.”
“Okay,” Paige nodded, not daring to waste any more time, and quickly walked in the direction of the shacks.
But she couldn’t let the injured Enrico and Bastion follow her, nor could she leave the two of them in this crazy forest.
Once they were out of the Mad Forest, everything became clear.
At the foot of the rolling hills, a dense cluster of huts of varying heights stood at the foot of the mountain. They were dark and drab, with no eye-catching colors, and from a distance, they looked like swarms of cockroaches gathered together.
As they got closer, a foul stench from the huts came wafting over, making people feel nauseous.
At that moment, Kevin and Dr. Clinton, with the large group, were unable to enter the hut territory.
They were stopped.
A group of physically disabled people stood in front of them, holding sticks and stones in their hands, glaring at them warily, “What do you want? There are only a few children aged two or three in the shack now. Do you want to put rings on their bones now? How will their bones grow in the future? Do you have any humanity at all?”
They had already assumed that Kevin and the others were here to put shackles on the slum kids.
Paige looked far away and saw that the three men who had just beaten Bastion were also among them, desperately provoking and shouting, “They are here to clean us up! They want to sink Wind Island! Beat them out! Fight them!”
The three men were probably afraid that she and Enrico would come back to kill them, so they simply provoked the entire slum to come out and cause trouble together.
As soon as these words were spoken, the people in the slum could no longer hold back. Someone was shaking with anger, “We have already been driven to live on an island, and you want to drive us to our deaths. Where is justice?”
“Get out! Get out of here!”
“Everyone, charge! Kill one and earn one!”
Everyone raised all kinds of outdated weapons in their hands and were about to charge.
Dr. Clinton, holding a medical kit, stood behind Kevin, terrified.
What kind of place is Wind Island? The lunatic forest is full of lunatics, and the shacks are full of primitive savages shouting for blood.