Chen Sanyuan

When I was twelve years old, I was blocked in the toilet by my uncle. My mother was choosing vegetables in the small courtyard outside. She clearly heard my cry for help. But she hummed a tune and turned a deaf ear. She didn't want to save me, and she didn't dare to save me. Later, dragging my bruised body, I walked into the underground bar. Please save me from the legendary living king of hell who lends money and kills people without blinking an eye. That day, in the midst of the feasting and feasting, I knelt down and kowtowed to him three times, and called him brother. Three heads and one name, brother, in exchange for him protecting me for the rest of my life. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.