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In the dim alley, a group of thugs gradually approached Leo. Their heavy footsteps and malicious laughter echoed in the narrow space. Leo held onto his cardboard box tightly, trying to make himself as small as possible, hoping to become an inconspicuous presence in the eyes of these unwelcome guests.
However, it seemed that fate was not on his side. The thugs looked around, seemingly searching for something fun. Their gaze eventually landed on Leo. A burly thug walked up to him and lightly kicked Leo's foot. He gruffly said, "Hey, what are you doing here, hiding something good?"
Leo raised his head, his eyes showing a hint of caution, but he did not speak. His face was covered in dust, making him indistinguishable from other vagrants in the eyes of the thugs.
The thugs glanced at each other, seemingly confirming that Leo was just an ordinary vagrant, and became even more brazen. A young thug reached out to touch Leo's cardboard box, saying, "Let's see what this guy is hiding."
Leo's eyes flashed with a hint of nervousness. He knew that the contents of the box held extraordinary significance for him, especially the platter left by Mike. He exerted all his strength to hold onto the cardboard box, but did not show any obvious resistance.
"This guy is pretty strong. Looks like there must be something valuable in the box," another thug smirked.
The thugs began to rub their hands together, appearing even more excited. One of them squatted down, attempting to forcefully open the cardboard box. Leo's heart raced, knowing that once the box was opened, these people might pose an even greater threat to him.
Leo held onto the cardboard box tightly, refusing to give in. Seeing him clinging to the box, the thugs started to tug and pull, trying to snatch it away. But Leo was like a lion guarding a treasure, resolutely refusing to let anyone touch that cardboard box.
The patience of the gangsters is gradually wearing thin, and their behavior is becoming more and more violent. A burly gangster scowled and launched an attack on the cowering Leo. His fists landed heavily on Leo's back and shoulders, each blow carrying savage force.
"Let go!" a gangster roared, kicking Leo in the side in an attempt to force him to give up resistance.
Leo gritted his teeth, enduring the pain, but still holding onto the cardboard box tightly. His eyes were filled with determination, unwilling to give up even in such a situation. The box was not just a container for him, but a symbol of his past, present, and future.
The thugs became angrier as they continued to hit him, unable to understand Leo's persistence. Their actions became more forceful, and the blows more intense. Leo's body gradually couldn't withstand such a strong attack, his arms started to tremble, and the strength with which he held the box began to weaken.
However, even in such a predicament, Leo still refuses to give up. In his eyes, there is not only pain, but also deep perseverance and indomitable spirit. There is no fear on his face, only a firm determination to fight against fate. Every time he is knocked down, he will do his best to stand up again, tightly guarding the cardboard box that holds great significance to him.
Leo holds the cardboard box tightly, and each heavy blow makes his body weaker, but he still refuses to let go. The thugs are surprised and angry at his persistence, and their attacks become more fierce and cruel.
"This bastard is so resistant to beating!" one of the thugs cursed, his face contorted with an angry expression.
Suddenly, another thug picked up a rusty iron pipe from the ground, a hint of ferocity flashing in his eyes. He swung the iron pipe without hesitation, fiercely aiming it at Leo's body. The pipe made a sharp whistling sound, like the scythe of the grim reaper, heading straight for Leo.
Leo, although he saw the dangerous blow coming, was too exhausted to react quickly. The iron pipe struck his shoulder heavily, emitting a dull sound. The intense pain swept over him like a tide, causing his body to involuntarily curl up, and the cardboard box slipped from his grasp with the impact.
"Again!" the thug with the iron pipe gritted his teeth, preparing to strike again. At this point, Leo was powerless to resist, relying solely on his willpower. His eyes were filled with despair and helplessness.
The thugs around watched the scene, some showing ecstatic smiles, others watching coldly, and no one intervened. Leo felt his consciousness becoming increasingly blurred, the pain almost causing him to lose awareness. In this helpless and desperate moment, memories of the battlefield and the time spent with his comrades emerged in his mind...
The thugs squatted on the ground, sneering and roughly rummaging through the box that Leo had let go of. They curiously took out and examined the items inside one by one, eventually discovering Leo's military uniform.
"Wow, look at this!" one of the thugs raised a military uniform and slyly squinted, seemingly evaluating its worth.
Another thug took the military uniform and mockingly put it on, imitating the appearance of an officer and laughing mockingly, "Look at me, I'm Mr. Second Lieutenant!" Others burst into laughter, accompanied by insults directed at Leo.
Leo huddled to the side, his head heavily struck, consciousness blurred. Before his eyes was a chaotic scene— the faces of the thugs kept changing, at one moment becoming the faces of his past comrades, and at another turning into the cold face of the judge who was judging him. Finally, it returned to the wicked expressions of the thugs.
His breathing became more and more rapid, pain, despair, and fear intertwined, causing Leo's consciousness to become even more dim. In this dark corner, he felt his existence gradually being eroded, everything became blurred, leaving only those mocking voices echoing in his ears.
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