The five of them all looked at the alley, and there was a strange roaring sound, and a **** thing blocked the way out of the alley and roared!

what is that...

In the darkness, Mike squinted his eyes, but he still couldn't see what was coming.

Then, the dazzling lights came on, and the eyes of the five people were stinging.

Shortly blinded, they raised their hands to block their eyes.

"Tomorrow, as soon as you see the light, lie down on the wall!"

The old soldier Max opened his eyes wide: No way? !

Is he really here? !

Having to believe what was happening in front of him, Mike whispered in Foley's ear before the car rushed over.

In a blind state, the two thin children were clinging to the wall of the alley.

A gust of wind blew and took away the three Leslie brothers.

There was a crash at the end of the alley.

Vision regained a little, and Mike Downes watched as the Ford Model T fell back a bit, then charged forward again, hitting the wall at the end of the alley hard a second time.

With a click, the car door opened, and a figure jumped out of the car. He was wearing a pair of leather shoes that were obviously too large, and he used a flashlight to smooth out some footprints on the ground, and then fled the alley with Mike and Foley on his back.

After escaping under the Hudson River Railroad Bridge, he threw the old leather shoes into a burning iron bucket.

Then, the teenager named Peter Barry finally sat down.

The firelight reflected on his handsome face, with a lazy smile on the corner of his mouth: "How is it, how does it feel when the work is done?"

Mike and Foley still haven't recovered from the shock, both of them are panting, looking at Peter Barry with round eyes.

"You give them... to..." Foley's fingers trembled with his voice.

"Shh!" Peter Barry quickly raised a finger to his lips, "Someone from another faction stole a car and made them!

"It's none of our business." He blinked.

"But..." Mike Downs still couldn't believe that a man who had just moved to this street gave Leslie Brothers to...

"But why are you doing this?" Mike Downes needed an answer—he didn't want to be associated with a lunatic.

Peter Barry's smile faded, showing a serious expression: "Man, seriously, I know what the Leslie brothers are like.

"In almost every slum or down town, there are guys like that.

"They are lawless and extremely dangerous - a huge threat to the whole neighborhood.

"And, I know, the clerics don't care about them at all. Those with sticks and whistles on their chests have a lot of money donated by the gang in their pockets...

"I believe in a truth - if you want a good living environment, you can only create it yourself.

"Besides..." Peter walked to Mike's side, took out the knife from his pocket, and shook it in front of Mike's eyes, "Don't you have the same thought as me?

"The difference is," Peter Barry nodded his forehead, "I'm not going to take my own life when I'm dealing with a few venomous snakes.

"After all, the business of transforming our lives has only just begun."

In the light of the fire, Foley still had a worried expression on his long face: "Won't the whistles find you?"

Peter squinted his eyes: "The whistleblowers wish that these scourges would make them quieter -- the adults in the lower city also thought the same.

"Trust me, they'll think this tragedy is a feud in the underworld...

"No one is interested in continuing the investigation."

After speaking, he walked up to Fry and spread his hands.

"What?" Fry asked.

"Boy thing."

With a confused expression, Foley put his own knife in Peter's hand as well.

Then, he did something that surprised them both.

Peter turned around and threw the two knives into the Hudson River.

Gu "We're not the ones with knives." He turned around, his expression still serious.

"The Leslie brothers are gone, and the era of the knife is over,"

"If we still carry this thing in our arms, then we will become the new Leslie brothers..."

After helping Mike and Foley tidy up their appearances, he said with a smile: "Then, do it again.

"Nice to meet you. My name is Peter Barry--what's your name?"

Mike and Foley looked at each other:

"Mike Downes."

"Fry Rachel."

"Very good." Peter raised his brows, took out the cookie jar again, poured two in his palm, and handed it to the two of them.

Both hands were raised. At first, like a timid little beast, he hesitated, and then with courage, he picked up the star-shaped biscuits from the palm of his hand.

Mike finally felt a little hungry, put the biscuit in his mouth and crunched it.

Click.

The warm sweetness spread in his mouth, and he chewed on dried blueberries.

"It tastes good, right?" Peter Barry laughed. "My grandma baked it."

After that night, as Peter Barry said, the indoctrination officers decided that the three Leslie brothers had died in the underworld.

But the people in the underground world didn't care about the death of the three kiddies who robbed the drunkard.

The downtown area is peaceful. Even more peaceful than before.

In the midst of this peace, Peter Barry's "era" began.

With his extraordinary charisma, extraordinary intelligence and courage, Peter quickly became the "King of Children" in the lower city.

All the children love him and respect him.

Everyone dreams of getting the cookies in his carry-on cookie jar.

Mike, Foley, and Holly, along with a few children, are recognized by Barry and hang out with him often.

"It's like a rowdy army," a downtown adult once described them.

But Peter and his gang, though mischievous, didn't act like the Leslie brothers did, and they weren't too controlled.

The story is still full of sunshine here, until that fateful meeting happened.

That night, people poured out of the boxing ring into the streets with no end in sight.

A veteran, representing "downtown" became the new "new covenant boxing champion".

The whole lower city was boiling, and the poor people felt extremely proud after hearing the news, and Peter Barry and others were also filled with joy and excitement.

It was already dark, but they were still gathered in the open space of an abandoned construction site, around the iron barrel bonfire, and excitedly discussing the downtown boxer named Fagar Taylor.

While chatting and laughing, Mike patted Peter Barry on the shoulder: "He's here again."

Peter looked in the direction Mike indicated, and he saw a thin child ~lightnovelpub.net~ sitting on the edge of the firelight.

The shadow seemed to cover him like a blanket.

A pair of eyes flickered with eager light, but they did not dare to approach because of shyness.

Peter Barry had seen this kid before.

At almost every gathering, this child can be seen watching from a distance, showing an expression of envy.

It is said that he crossed the Atlantic Ocean with his parents and came to Newland.

However, I don't know what happened, people haven't seen his parents for a long time.

People don't know his full name, only that he calls himself "Pan".

A somewhat weird child, tiny as dust, was ignored by the people of the lower city.

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