Quick Wear: Boss, she won again by doing nothing

Chapter 959: Maple 5 (1)

In this narrow, dark alley, twisted pipes snaked between the walls, dripping a disgustingly foul smelling mixture of motor oil and excrement.

The ground never dries up and is always covered with a layer of slightly sticky black water that gleams like oil in the dim light.

As long as you look up slightly, you can see the mountains of garbage outside, mixed with scrapped parts, various household garbage, and even some unrecognizable objects. They are piled together and emit a foul stench.

His name is Diwu Feng, a man who grew up in this slum. His parents are both residents of this slum, so he has lived in such a harsh environment since he was a child.

But even though he grew up in such an environment, he still couldn't stand the rotten and foul smell.

Just now, the light yellow crystals that he had accumulated with great difficulty were snatched away by several soldiers who were escorting criminals to the slums.

His body was covered in bruises and wounds of varying degrees. He no longer had the strength to stand up, as if he was firmly attached to the sticky, foul-smelling liquid on the ground, and could only lie there quietly, waiting to die.

An unknown amount of time had passed, and he was already dying. Just when he thought he was finally going to say goodbye to this dirty world, he heard a woman's voice sighing not far away from him.

"It's so dirty." There was no emotion in the woman's muttering, as if the harsh environment here could not affect her.

But for him, this place has been something he has hated since he was a child, and everyone living here longs to escape from this terrible place.

But this woman just spoke calmly, without a word of complaint or disgust. Her voice was like the calm surface of a lake, without a single ripple.

"Are you waiting to die?" She seemed to notice his presence and asked calmly.

But at this moment he was too weak to even have the strength to answer her.

"Or do you want to live?" Her voice continued to float into his ears.

This was the first time he heard someone ask him if he wanted to live, and it was the first person in this slum who took the initiative to speak to him.

The people here are very indifferent. Apart from their own parents, no one cares about the life or death of others. Everyone only cares about themselves and even covets other people's property.

He let out a miserable laugh deep in his heart. He had lost all his money and was in such a miserable state. What was the point of living even if he could linger on?

This place is scarier than hell.

"If you want to survive and leave this place, I can help you."

The woman's voice sounded again, as if she could hear his thoughts.

Can we leave here?

Then he wants to live!

"If you want to live, just move your fingers."

Move your fingers?

He thought she could hear the voice in his heart, but she actually asked him to move his fingers?

He didn't even have the strength to speak now, so how could he have the energy to move his fingers?

"Cowardly, no effort, no reward."

Diwu Feng seemed to be suddenly stimulated by her words, and all the strength in his body instantly gathered on the hand that was soaked in the sticky black liquid on the ground.

Maybe he really wanted to live; or maybe he just wanted to prove to her that he was not as cowardly as she said.

She seemed to notice the slight trembling of his fingertips and stopped talking.

After a few seconds, he still couldn't hear the woman's voice. Just when he thought he was being tricked before dying, his chin was suddenly lifted up by a gloved hand, and the woman stuffed something into his mouth.

Not long after, he miraculously regained all his strength.

"Xingrong, my name."