Wiping the blood from his nose, Tang Yun, who was rather small and weak, sat in a corner. He tried his best to open his swollen eyes and look at the fierce fat man across from him, as well as the few ruffians behind him, who were holding onto their shoulders and carrying cigarettes in their mouths.

"Boy, you're quite sinister. Last week, you gave me a wrong answer, causing me to score a zero in all the subjects." The tall fat man squatted in front of him, and two wisps of smoke came out of his nostrils. He patted his face with his hand.

The younger brothers behind him grinned and tried their best to hold back their laughter. "That's right. This fat man is unlucky enough to get zero in all the subjects' answers. But it's really hard for him. This guy in front of me really deserves to be beaten."

"You were the one who copied the wrong answer." Tang Yun sat in a corner, wiping the blood from his nose as he replied in a daze.

The fat man was called Ma Chao, a student of the same class, who was also a tyrant in the school.

In the final exam a few days ago, the fat man was sitting at his back table, threatening him to copy his answer. Tang Yun, who was tough, gave him a bunch of wrong answers in a fit of anger. As a result, the fat man was completely wiped out. He was now looking for revenge. Of course, it was the third time he took revenge.

"Screw you!" The fatty flew into a rage and punched him in the face. With a muffled hum, Tang Yun felt as though the entire world was far away from him. Blood splattered from his nose as he collapsed to the ground.

"Brother Chao, don't hit him. The police will make trouble for us if we beat him to death." The two gangsters next to Ma Chao saw that Ma Chao wanted to fight again, so they quickly stopped him.

"What's there to be afraid of? My father is a member of the street council. Didn't the police have to listen to the street council as well? So what if he called the police twice before?" The fatty gave Tang Yun two fierce kicks before he was pulled away by a bunch of ruffians.

By the time Tang Yun woke up, it was almost dark. A red sun was lazily falling down the underground line, revealing half of his sleepy face, as if he was about to fall at any time.

Holding his schoolbag, Tang Yun sat numbly in the corner. He was covered in wounds and pain. His eyes were filled with humiliation and hatred, but there were no tears.

He was 18 years old and was in his second year of high school. His grades had always been good.

The good grades were forced. There was no other way, because in this society where the strong preyed on the weak, poor children could only have a chance to make a name for themselves in society only by studying.

As for Ma Chao, no matter his grades were good or bad, it could be said that he had a promising future!

His father was a well-known entrepreneur in their area. He was extremely rich and was also a member of the street council. In the 19 streets with more than 80,000 people, he was definitely a big shot that ordinary people would look up to. It was easy for him to arrange Ma Chao's fate.

This was the truth. In this world of extreme wealth and power, everything was the same. Those who had the ability to compete for the lowest level of street council members were all rich figures with tens of millions of assets.

For example, Hua Hai City, an international big city with a population of more than 50 million, had a total of fifty-one districts. Each district had more than a dozen streets. Not to mention how rich the congress members of those cities and wasn't in charge of Hua Hai City, which of them were rich with billions of assets? The members of each street were at least ten million.

Power and money were connected and fully displayed in this world, because they had already merged with each other and drawn an equal number. At least, in this city, this was the case.

As for the so-called fairness and justice, there were, of course, some. But most of the time, it was the performance of the members of the congress who used it to attract people's attention, or the pity that occasionally appeared after eating and drinking.

And the civilian members in the council were just a decoration of the standard list. Their role was to appease the people's hearts, so that the poor people would not rebel.

Of course, although this society had already entered a narrow alley, it had to be said that the benefits and benefits of society were still mature. At the very least, a poor child like Tang Yun could still afford to study and could even study in the same school as a rich child.

However, that was all. It looked more like a charity from the top to the bottom.

Because after entering society, most of the opportunities were reserved for the descendants of rich people with power. The second generation of poor people didn't have much room for development.

This was the most realistic reflection of this society, which had always been marked as one with great efforts. Meanwhile, Tang Yun was already an adult. He had lived at the bottom of society since he was young. His hard life had already allowed him to see through this glamorous but in fact, a fake society.

For example, this was the third time that the fat man had beaten him. The first time, he had already called the police. But when the police heard who the fat man was, they simply made a record and the matter was over. The same went for the second time.

Therefore, he was too lazy to call the police this time.

He sat on the ground for a long time. It was not until the street lights began to light up that he wiped away the dried blood on his nose, stood up, and dragged his painful body forward step by step.

The street lamps on both sides of the road stood down in rows and looked down at him from above. They shone dim lights on his body and in front of his feet as if they were charity so that he would not lose his way in the darkness.

As for the direction of the guide, it was still the 19 streets of the 51th district of Hua Hai City. In this era where people liked to talk with numbers, especially in the modern society, the further the numbers were, the more poor and backward they were. The 19th district was the last street of the 51st district.

"Ma Chao, don't give me a chance. Otherwise, I will teach you a lesson." Tang Yun clenched his fist as he gritted his teeth and cursed.

Just as he walked to the middle of the road, all of a sudden, the road collapsed without any sign, revealing a huge pit with a diameter of at least ten meters and a bottomless bottom. Tang Yun was right in the middle of the hole. With a loud scream, he had already fallen into the hole.

It was not surprising that a huge pit would suddenly appear on the road because of the change in the earth's structure due to the extracted underground water and other reasons.

"He's dead for sure." Tang Yun fell all the way down, his eyes tightly shut. He was terrified to the point of despair. If he fell from such a high place, he would have a slim chance of survival.

However, as he fell all the way down, the wind whistled in his ears. God knew how long he had fallen. Just as Tang Yun felt that he was dead, he seemed to have fallen to the ground with a bang.

Before he could react, with a swoosh, a ball of bloody light lit up around him. He fell into the bloody light, soft and without a trace of pain. And the bloody light tightly wrapped around him and held him up...