Chapter 14: Only with Goals Can One Live with Courage

An eighteen or nineteen-year-old teenager is legally about to become an adult, but psychologically, he is actually not mature enough.

Aierwen felt very aggrieved.

Everything was fine at home, then suddenly the war broke out. In order not to let him be sent to the battlefield and die meaninglessly, his family sold the house, scraped together money, and sent him to the Federation.

He originally thought this was a "journey of growth." After all, the rumors he heard about the Federation while in the Empire were all positive and beautiful.

For example, the air is fragrant and sweet, the donuts are delicious, there are people on the roadside distributing free food and clothing, and even if you are penniless, there are hospitals willing to accept and treat them...

There are too many positive rumors about the Federation, making almost everyone who comes to the Federation full of longing and fantasy about life after arriving here.

But after arriving here, everything was terrible.

The air was filled with the smell of horse manure and the pungent smell of incompletely burned engine oil, as well as the exhaust gas emitted by cars.

People were also unfriendly; everyone was so snobbish, sharp-tongued, and looked at him as if they were looking at garbage.

He didn't smell the fragrant air, nor did he taste whether the donuts were really fragrant and sweet.

It was as if the whole world was targeting him, even though he had endured the exploitation, oppression, and bullying of those people!

Now, even the opportunity to be exploited and oppressed had been deprived. That kind of grievance, hatred, and disgust all surged up at once.

Aierwen was actually not a person who was very good at expressing emotions outwardly, unlike Yisen.

Yisen was very direct; happiness and unhappiness would be written on his face, and he would even take the initiative to talk to others about it.

He was different; he would hide it in his heart.

It was just that sometimes he hid too many things, and he couldn't hold any more grievances.

Watching Aierwen hold back the urge to cry, Lansi hugged him tightly. "Everything will pass, Aierwen. Everything will get better."

"Now we must first treat your wounds. If they get infected, it will be very troublesome."

"As for other things, I will find a way."

Soon he met the companions hiding in the alley. Most of them were injured, but fortunately, no one had situations like fractures.

This was already a blessing in misfortune!

Lansi had heard an old man on this street say that his leg was broken last year, and it took two weeks before he saw a doctor. The doctor told him that his wound was already somewhat deformed and was healing.

He had two choices—

One, re-break the fracture that might have already somewhat healed, and then treat it in a proper way, apply a splint, and sit in a wheelchair.

A whole set would cost about 2,500 dollars, and that old man only had 27 dollars of disposable income per month.

Two, perform simple correction, but he would definitely limp when walking in the future. If not interfered with, it would definitely be deformed; this was an inevitable result.

The doctor would apply a splint to see if it could be corrected, but didn't guarantee the effect, and for this, he needed to pay 370 dollars.

In the end, after paying a 40-dollar consultation fee, he did nothing and came back.

He got two copper pipes himself, and with the help of an old friend, straightened the somewhat healed bones and then applied support.

Now, although he limps a bit when walking, if you don't stare at it, you can't really tell.

If any of the companions had a fracture, they would very likely be left with a disability, but fortunately, no one had a fracture.

Lansi took them to the pharmacy on the street. The pharmacy was already closed, and there was an iron gate blocking people from entering.

The nights in New Jincheng were also not safe, and the probability of a pharmacy being looted was actually much higher than other shops.

Because everyone knew that medicine was very valuable.

"We need some medicine."

A somewhat cautious and defensive voice came from inside. "What do you need?"

"Gauze, bandages, alcohol, preferably some anti-inflammatory medicine, and some needle and thread for suturing wounds. How many are in a pack?"

"Ten."

"Then give me two packs."

The person on duty quickly prepared the things and, in front of Lansi, put them into a kraft paper bag through the iron gate. "It should have been 21 dollars and 15 cents, now I'll only charge you 21 dollars."

Lansi said thank you and handed the money in first—it was supposed to be handed over to the finance company in a while, but he used it first.

Then the person inside sent the things out.

There were some people wandering in the dark night, but there were too many people in Lansi's group, and they looked like they had just experienced a battle. Without knowing the background of these people, they wouldn't act easily.

Lansi looked around and lowered his voice slightly. "Let's leave here first..."

The federal government manages the city before eight o'clock in the evening, and gangs become kings after eight o'clock.

If you don't want to cause misunderstandings, it's best not to run around with a large group of people at night.

They found an alley, and Lansi used the light of the street lamp to help them clean their wounds.

At this time, everyone's morale was very low, and everyone seemed to have lost the drive and motivation they had when talking about dreams earlier.

He knew that this wouldn't work, so while helping Meiluo, who was trembling, suture his wound, he asked, "Have you seen those people who attacked you?"

Perhaps this topic attracted their attention, and the atmosphere here improved slightly.

One of the companions took the initiative to say, "I've seen one of them. He's been to the port several times, but I don't know what he does."

Under the dim street lamp, those pairs of eyes reflecting the light of the street lamp were all staring at Lansi, seemingly expecting something.

Lansi pulled the thread in his hand, and Meiluo was trembling with pain!

The branch he was biting in his mouth had already been bitten until the skin was broken, and the bitter juice inside flowed all over his mouth, but it didn't even reach one ten-thousandth of his pain.

But even so, this guy, who was usually somewhat dull and taciturn, had eyes flashing with fire as he looked at Lansi!

"This matter cannot just end like this. It definitely won't be too safe in the city these few days, so hide for a while first."

"After the limelight passes, we must retaliate."

He applied anti-inflammatory medicine to Meiluo's wound. A small bottle of about 10 milliliters of white powdery medicine cost 19 dollars and 80 cents.

While applying medicine for Meiluo, he said, "We don't owe them anything. Your injuries cannot be suffered in vain."

"We must pay tooth for tooth, blood for blood!"

"Otherwise, everyone will ride on our heads and shit and piss!"

Just at this moment, the decadent companions suddenly condensed a momentum!

Yisen stomped his feet hard. "Lansi is right! Tooth for tooth, blood for blood!"

They all said so, and they also made up their minds!

After a while, the feeling of hot blood rushing to their heads subsided, reason began to return, and people began to think about what to do in the coming days.

Lansi actually already had a countermeasure in his heart. "You don't need to worry too much about the money problem. During this time, you just hide in the culvert."

"The chaos won't last too long. New Jincheng is one of the Federation's most important economic centers, and those big shots won't let this place become chaotic because of these things."

"Whether it's big capitalists or certain political forces, they will compete for a result as soon as possible."

"So you must remember, endure first."

"Don't be taken out as a typical example by them at this time to deter others!"

"After this period passes, I will take you to seek justice!"

"Don't act alone, try not to cause trouble, but once there is a conflict, if it's in a sparsely populated place..."

Lansi looked at them, his eyes flashing with cold light like a knife in the night. "Then kill them, hide them, and then come find me."

Considering the safety issue, Lansi didn't send them back. Of course, with so many people, he didn't need to send them back alone.

Instead, after they sent Lansi back to the bakery, Lansi hugged everyone, and the group left under the cover of the night.

In the black night, the blackness was still spreading, just like the unclear road ahead, making people feel fear.

But just in this dark night, there was already a spark, a flame, that was stubbornly and unyieldingly burning. ===== CHAPTER 15 =====