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Brett held out a virtual card, showing the 1,000 gold coins he won. With a smile on his face, as if waiting for Grandpa to reach out and touch his hair and praise him.

But this feeling was gone.

"Grandpa, in addition to treating diseases, we can also buy some delicious food. Don\'t you really want to eat corn on the cob? We can buy them."

Brett held his grandpa\'s calloused big hand and put it next to his face. But grandpa\'s big hand no longer had the warmth of the past, only the heart-wrenching coldness.

"Grandpa, get up, get up quickly..." Brett shook Grandpa\'s body vigorously, but no matter how hard he shook, Grandpa couldn\'t get up again. Brett couldn\'t see Grandpa\'s kind smile again, he could no longer ride on Grandpa\'s shoulders to watch the sunset.

The people standing outside were very sad when they heard Brett\'s voice, and some girls let out small weeping sounds. Only they knew how hard it was for the duo. Although life was bitter, they were very happy. This kind of positive energy was also improving their situation.

Suddenly, three vintage cars appeared at the gate, the ones with wheels, and exhaust gas that did not meet the standard.

But that\'s not the point. More than a dozen gangsters dressed strangely got out of the car. The leading gangster was tall and thin, wearing an orange suit, green pants, and a pair of golden shoes. Beside him was a girl wearing sexy black suspenders, dark-skinned and not good-looking. She looked a bit unappetizing.

"Where\'s Brett?" The boss raised his head slightly and asked in a cold voice.

"It\'s enough for you! You have bullied his grandparents for several years, and now you are still not letting them go!" The neighbor next to him couldn\'t help scolding. These people simply have no conscience!

"Yes! Brett\'s grandpa is dead! What else do you want!?"

The boss sneered, "I don\'t care if the old man is dead!"

"You!!!"

"Catch Brett out of me!" The boss gave orders viciously.

Three or four gangsters ran into the house and pulled out Brett. At that moment, Brett had despair for the world. He was thinking if he died in the arena, how good would it be? He would be with his grandpa now.

One of the gangsters snatched out Brett\'s card and handed it to the boss.

"Password!" the boss asked in a deep voice.

At that moment, Brett was like a person who has lost his soul, his eyes were loose, and he couldn\'t hear others\' words at all. All his thoughts were deeply trapped in his self-consciousness.

Seeing that Brett didn\'t respond, the boss raised his hand and slapped him.

Slap!

This slap knocked Brett to the ground, but Brett didn\'t respond at all, like a zombie!

"You bastards!" The two men couldn\'t stand it anymore and rushed over.

The boss sneered: "Drag them to the side and beat them till they are disabled!"

If everyone was together, the outcome would be unpredictable, but unfortunately... those two men were knocked down by four or five gangsters. Those gangsters started attacking with their thick sticks.

For them, suffering such serious injuries was undoubtedly waiting for death, because they had no money to see a doctor.

Like Brett\'s grandpa, at first, he just suffered from a bit of a cold which gradually turned into a serious illness...

"Brett! Tell me the password, and you will suffer less pain!" The boss took the baseball bat from the younger brother and pointed at Brett.

Brett still didn\'t respond.

The boss laughed, held the baseball bat with both hands, glanced at the back of Brett\'s head, and then raised it high.

Boom!

The stick hit Brett hard on the back of the head, and there was a crisp sound. Everyone couldn\'t stand it any longer, but people died every day in this slum.

The blow to the back of the head knocked out Brett.

The boss waved the bloody baseball bat and whistled: "Get him up!"

The younger brothers seemed to be used to it as they took out the electric shock device from the car. This is the best way to wake someone up!

Zi Zi Zi!

Accompanied by a violent cough, Brett was shocked and coughed up blood non-stop. His green eyes were red with blood.

"I\'m asking you again! What\'s the password!?" The boss issued the final announcement.

Brett struggled to turn his head to look at the boss, then closed his eyes, his attitude was very clear.

The boss took a deep breath because of anger: "Brett! Since your grandpa is dead, why do you continue to suffer? Let me relieve you!"

Brett\'s head was knocked down hard.

Boom!

This crisp sound made people feel very gloomy, watching Brett being beaten to death by the gangsters!

The boss threw the baseball bat to his subordinate, looked at the card in his hand, and threw it at Brett\'s body, as if to say that your grandchildren in hell to make good use of those 1000 gold coins!

Brett\'s head was already stained red with blood, and he was no longer breathing. It was obvious that he had been beaten to death by the boss!

"Let\'s go!" The boss ordered.

However, at this moment, a luxurious aircraft appeared in the sky, hovering in the sky!

Everyone was surprised that there were still rich people coming to the slums, which was a miracle.

"Boss, this aircraft might cost several million gold coins." A subordinate reminded.

The boss squinted his eyes and started thinking about this aircraft, and decided to check the situation first before leaving.

Under the blue light, they saw Ye Hua holding Qing Ya\'s shoulders, followed by Xi Tingting below. Donghuang Baizhi was taking care of Ah Li inside, so she didn\'t come down.

Ye Hua looked at the row of bungalows in front of him, surrounded by a smell of rust, and frowned slightly: "He lives here?"

"Yes, Sir."

The people around looked at Ye Hua. This person\'s demeanor showed a kind of arrogance, and judging from his clothes, he must be someone with power. The rich are always dressed like this!

When they saw Qing Ya, many people were stunned. It was the first time they had seen such a beautiful woman. Although the woman behind her was also beautiful, she was not as beautiful as this woman. The beauty of this woman had no bottom line.

And when those gangsters saw the backs of the two women, they knew that they must be very bewitching.

"Where is Brett?" Ye Hua asked lightly.

These neighbors didn\'t expect this proud man to come to look for Brett. Why haven\'t they heard of him before? Does Brett know rich people?

A little girl in the crowd pointed behind Ye Hua.

But Ye Hua turned his head to look and saw a short figure lying on the ground, his head dripping with blood.

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