Due to her depression and the fact that she ate too fast, she stuffed a few pieces into her mouth and started vomiting. Tears of grievance flowed unceasingly.

Previously, Ye Si Ze could only quietly admire He Mei鈥檚 wolfing down manner, but later, seeing her puke from eating, his expression changed slightly. Standing up, he walked in front of her and pulled her up from her seat.

She Meixin was unable to adapt to the way he treated her as if she was split by her personality. Due to his obscene behavior, she did not dare to move about recklessly and could only allow him to wipe her mouth.

"Tell me, what do you want to eat?" Wiping her mouth clean, he threw the napkin on the table, then held her face and asked softly.

It was the first time he had spoken to her in such a soft voice, and it made her feel even more terrible than usual.

She didn鈥檛 dare to open her mouth. She was afraid that if she wasn鈥檛 careful, she would say another wrong sentence or say the same thing. When that happened, he would shoot her to vent his anger.

Looking at her sad expression, he raised his hand to gently wipe away the tears on her face. Then he said, "If you don鈥檛 want to eat, then don鈥檛."

"No, I want to eat it, I like to eat it ..." She was afraid that he was going to shoot the chef again, so she immediately shook her head and prepared to turn around and start eating again. However, he was stopped by him. "Alright, I understand. You don鈥檛 need to eat anymore. I won鈥檛 kill him."

"Really?" She raised her eyes in disbelief to look at him, who stood so tall before her.

"Really." He nodded and said seriously.

"Can I go back to my room to rest now?" She felt very tired, very tired, not wanting to face him. She didn鈥檛 know why, but the feeling he gave her was so moody, as if any carelessness would anger him, and standing in front of him, she had to be careful.

"Go." He let go of her shoulders and fixed her with his deep eyes.

With his permission, she seemed to have received a special order of forgiveness. She immediately turned around and ran out of the restaurant. Watching her leaving, he became absent-minded for a moment. A familiar figure flashed through his mind.

Outside.

My name is Ye Si Ze, and I don鈥檛 know why I have such a name. Since I can remember, there has only been one relative in my life, and that is my mother.

My voice is English, my mother is English, I never knew who my father was until I was eighteen.

I still can鈥檛 forget that day.

Not just because it was Christmas.

The weather was exceptionally cold. I bought Helen a Christmas present. Helen was a beautiful Singaporean girl, and we were classmates, and from the first moment I saw her, I found myself in love with her, and she, she later told me, fell in love with me from the first moment she saw me.

We had an appointment to spend the night in a bar near the school, but when I was ready to go out, there were a couple of men in black at the house.

They pushed me back into the house, wearing long black coats and dark glasses.

My mother seemed frightened. She shivered behind me.

I didn鈥檛 understand what was going on. Who were they? I was about to ask when a middle-aged man appeared in front of me.

He didn鈥檛 look very strong. His eyes were sunken in, as if there was something wrong with his body.

"My son." That was the first thing he said when he saw me.

I turned to my mother, stunned, to ask her what was going on, but before she could open her mouth, the man who had called my son ordered his men to take her by the throat.

"What are you doing?" Startled, I asked loudly.

"I need you to inherit everything from me, so I have to make you stronger." Then, with a wave of his hand, there was the sound of a gunshot, and my frail mother fell heavily to the ground, dead.

"You demon." At that time, I was filled with grief and indignation. I rushed in front of him and raised my fist to smash his face. However, I was blocked by his subordinate.

"I鈥檒l give you five months. If you can鈥檛 make yourself strong enough to kill me, then I鈥檒l personally come and kill you." He ordered his men to take me out of the house, catch a night plane, and fly to America.

I don鈥檛 know what he鈥檚 trying to do, but I do know that I hate him, very, very much!

After arriving in the United States, he threw me into the most chaotic district in the city, where he wanted me to hone my skills.

Without my mother, I felt as if my world had collapsed in half. In this hellish place, I watched every day as people died before my eyes, drunk on drugs, trying to take the lives of an innocent person for a few dollars. I wanted to run, but I couldn鈥檛.

I lived like a beggar in this neighborhood. I didn鈥檛 dare talk to anyone here, but even so, I couldn鈥檛 escape their hands. I remember that the first time I was beaten was only because the place where I slept was blocking their path. No, to be more precise, the road was very wide, and I didn鈥檛 obstruct their path. However, they didn鈥檛 seem to like me, so they beat me up.

It was the first time in my life I had been beaten so badly, and there was no medication, no money, no ID, nothing at all, so I curled up like an ant in this dark corner. At that time, my heart was dead, and the only thought I had was Helen in England.

With the first beating, and the second, I had become less afraid.

With the second, third, and fourth time, as more and more people started to make trouble for me, I found myself becoming less afraid of him. I knew that if I wasn鈥檛 stronger, I would never have the chance to see Helen again in my life. Thus, for Helen鈥檚 sake, I quickly blended into that hell-like world.

I joined some small gangs and started some drug deals with them, and as time went on and the amount of bullets I had embedded in me increased, and with the unshakable conviction that I was going to become famous all over the block, I wasn鈥檛 afraid of death, I just couldn鈥檛 die, I let Helen wait for me that wild night, and I had to get back alive and give her an explanation, and even then it wouldn鈥檛 matter if she had a new boyfriend.