All five people looked towards the entrance of the alley, there was a strange roar, a **** thing blocked the way out of the alley, roaring towards it!

what is that...

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

Then, the dazzling light came on, causing the five people's eyes to sting.

They were temporarily blind and raised their hands to cover their eyes.

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

Max, the disabled soldier back then, opened his eyes wide: No way? !

he really came? !

Forced to believe what was happening, Mike whispered in Foley's ear before the car rushed over.

In a state of blindness, the two emaciated children clung tightly to the wall of the alley.

A gust of wind blew away the three Leslie brothers.

There was a crash at the end of the alley.

His eyesight recovered a bit, and Mike Downs watched as the Model T Ford fell backwards, then rushed forward again, and slammed into the wall at the end of the alley for the second time.

With a bang, the car door opened, and a figure jumped out of the car. Wearing a pair of leather shoes that were obviously too big, he played a flashlight, smoothed out some footprints on the ground, and then fled the alley with Mike and Foley on his shoulders.

After fleeing under the Hudson River Railroad Bridge, he threw the old shoes into a burning iron drum.

Then, the boy 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 haven't recovered from the shock until now, both of them are out of breath, and their eyes are wide open when they look at Peter Barry.

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

"Hush!" Peter Barry quickly raised a finger to his lips, "People from other forces stole a car and did it to them!

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

"But..." Mike Downs still couldn't believe it. A person who just moved to this street gave Brother Leslie to the...

"But why did you do that?" Mike Downs needed an answer—he didn't want to get involved with a madman.

The smile on the corner of Peter Barry's mouth faded away, showing a very serious expression: "Man, to be honest, I know what kind of person Brother Leslie is.

"In almost every slum or downtown, there are guys like this.

"They were lawless and extremely dangerous - a huge threat to the entire neighborhood.

"Besides, I know that the rehabilitative officials don't care about them at all. Those who carry sticks and whistles on their chests have a lot of gang donations in their pockets...

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

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

"The difference is," Peter Barry nodded his forehead, "I don't intend to take my own life while dealing with a few poisonous 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 whistlers find you?"

Peter squinted his eyes: "The whistlers hope that these disasters will make them quieter—the adults in the lower city think so too.

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

"No one is interested in pursuing it."

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

"What?" Fry asked.

"Guy thing."

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

Then, he did something that surprised them both.

Peter turned and threw both knives into the Hudson.

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

"Brother Leslie is gone and the era of holding knives 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 appearance, he said with a smile: "Then, let's do it again.

"Nice to meet you, my name is Peter Barry - what's your name?"

Mike and Foley looked at each other:

"Mike Downs."

"Fry Rachel."

"Very good." Peter raised his eyebrows, took out the biscuit tin again, poured two into his palm, and handed them in front of them.

Both hands are raised. At first, like a timid little beast, he hesitated, then mustered up courage, and picked up the star-shaped biscuit from the palm.

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

click.

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

"It's delicious, isn't it?" Peter Barry smiled. "My grandma baked it."

After that night, as Peter Barry said, the correctional officers determined that the three Leslie brothers died from the strife in the underground world.

But the people in the underground world didn't care about the death of the three little devils who robbed alcoholics.

Downtown was peaceful. Even more peaceful than before.

In this peace, the "age" of Peter Barry began.

With his extraordinary charisma, intelligence and courage, Peter soon became the "King of Kids" in the downtown area.

All the children loved and respected him.

Everyone dreams of getting the cookies in his portable cookie jar.

Mike, Foley, and Holly, along with a few kids, had Barry's approval and were able to hang out with him on a regular basis.

"It's like a rowdy army" was how one downtown adult once described them.

However, although Peter and his gang were mischievous, they did not behave like the Leslie brothers, so they were not too restrained.

The story is still full of sunshine up to here, until that fateful encounter happened.

People poured out of the boxing ring into the streets that night.

A veteran who represents the "downtown" has become the newly promoted "New Testament Boxing Champion".

The entire lower city was boiling, and the poor felt extremely proud when they heard the news. Peter Barry and others were also filled with joy and excitement.

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

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

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

The shadow covered him like a blanket.

A pair of eyes shone with longing light, but they dared not approach because of shyness.

Peter Barry had seen the kid before.

In almost every gathering, the child can be seen watching from afar, showing envy.

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

However, for some reason, people haven't seen his parents for a long time.

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

A weird little kid, as tiny as dust, ignored by the people of the Lower Town.