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Da Shewan and Pig's Feet walked through the bustling night market, where the crowd made Da Shewan's bulky figure seem particularly clumsy, making it difficult for him to move. Pig's Feet walked ahead, trying to carve a path through the throngs of people, but the flow was simply too dense.
Suddenly, Da Shewan grabbed Pig's Feet firmly by the spine, his fingers digging into the flesh. Although Da Shewan wore a smile, his eyes glinted with malice as he whispered coldly, "Why the hell are you helping that trash, Anthon..."
Pig's Feet stiffened at the immense pressure and threat emanating from behind him. He turned around in a panic, his face pale and his voice trembling with fear and defensiveness. "Da Shewan... I didn't! I just... I just thought Haohao really wasn't feeling well and needed to rest."
Da Shewan's smile twisted into something more sinister as he tightened his grip, causing a faint crack to echo from Pig's Feet's spine. "Pig's Feet, don't think I don't know your little schemes. You better remember, you're just my dog. I won't let that trash Anthon get away with this."
Feeling the sharp pain in his back, cold sweat trickled down Pig's Feet's forehead. He knew Da Shewan was serious; no amount of excuses would change that. He could only murmur, "Da Shewan, I really didn't... Trust me, I'll listen to you."
Da Shewan let out a cold laugh and released his grip, causing Pig's Feet to nearly stumble. He looked at Pig's Feet with a gaze full of warning. "This is your last chance, Pig's Feet. If there's a next time, I guarantee you'll regret it."
Pig's Feet nodded vigorously, forcing a calm expression while his heart churned with fear and helplessness. He understood Da Shewan’s methods; he could not afford to make any mistakes again.
As they continued walking, many people greeted Da Shewan warmly upon seeing him. Instantly shifting his demeanor from cold to that of a simple country man, Da Shewan beamed and greeted everyone. "Hey, Old Wang! Long time no see!" "Granny, how’s business lately?"
Pig's Feet maintained a smile on his face as he followed Da Shewan’s lead in socializing. On the surface, everything seemed harmonious, but inside he felt like molten lava churning within him. He knew that Da Shewan would always be his and not Haohao’s. Haohao was merely a fleeting distraction; he, Pig's Feet, was destined to be the ultimate winner.
Internally mocking himself, Pig's Feet plotted a grand scheme in his mind with an outcome already determined. He understood he held both geographical and social advantages; throughout his life, he had been Da Shewan’s most loyal follower, knowing how to please him and stand by him at critical moments. Haohao was just a temporary novelty for Da Shewan and would eventually be discarded.
Pig's Feet realized that all he needed to do now was wait for the right moment. Once he found the opportune time, he could make Da Shewan completely lose interest in Haohao and return to him. The sight of Haohao in pain brought him secret delight because every moment of torment deepened Da Shewan’s disappointment in Haohao.
As Da Shewan enthusiastically greeted those around him while casting sidelong glances at Pig's Feet with that eerie smile still plastered on his face, Pig's Feet resolved silently that by any means necessary, he would ensure Da Shewan’s heart remained with him—this was his lifelong goal and belief.
As the bustling sounds of the night market filled the air, Pig's Feet felt the contours of his strategy becoming increasingly clear in his mind. He knew that as long as he continued to endure and wait, the day of his victory would eventually arrive. A false smile remained on his face, but inside, he was brimming with confidence and anticipation.
Haohao sat alone in the seating area, watching the ebb and flow of people around him, filled with an overwhelming sense of despair. He raised his hand and looked down; the nauseating smell from last night seemed to linger on him, a stain he felt he could never wash away. A deep sense of filth washed over him, as if he could never return to the purity and joy of his past.
He glanced at the crowd, where everyone appeared carefree, yet he felt trapped in his own suffering, unable to escape. Turning to Anthon beside him, Haohao was filled with conflicting emotions and resentment. He recalled what Da Shewan had said; Anthon must have known about Da Shewan's sinister plans all along, yet he did nothing to intervene. This thought ignited a nameless fury within Haohao towards Anthon.
In a low voice, Haohao questioned, “Anthon, you knew all along, didn’t you? You knew about Da Shewan’s plans but did nothing. Why?”
Anthon was caught off guard by Haohao's sudden accusation, his expression shifting slightly. “Haohao, it’s not like that. I...”
Haohao interrupted him, anger flashing in his eyes. “Don’t tell me it’s not like that! You had the chance to stop all this but chose to do nothing! Do you know what I went through last night? Do you know how it felt? Do you have any idea how painful it was?”
Anthon felt a wave of helplessness wash over him. He opened his mouth to explain, but Haohao's eyes—filled with pain and rage—rendered him speechless. All he could manage was a quiet, “Haohao, I really didn’t know what happened last night. I just...”
“Just what? You didn’t know anything and couldn’t do anything while I was tormented by them?” Haohao's voice trembled with anger as tears glistened in his eyes.
Anthon felt an unbearable ache in his heart. He reached out to comfort Haohao, but Haohao pushed him away in disgust. “Don’t touch me! You only make it worse!”
Haohao lowered his head as silent tears streamed down his face. He felt abandoned by the world, isolated and helpless. Trusting anyone again seemed impossible now—even those who had once been his closest friends. His heart was heavy with fear and despair for the future, unsure of how to move forward.
Watching Haohao's anguish filled Anthon with guilt and helplessness. He knew he had to find a way to help Haohao escape this torment, but he also understood that it would be a long and difficult journey ahead. All he could do was pray silently, hoping that Haohao would find the strength to endure this dark time.
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