When I woke up and learned that I was being used by my father to pay off debts, my heart was filled with despair. But I don't want to die. I'm still so young, so I can only accept the reality.
My organs were not dug out, and my legs were not broken and thrown away to beg. I was just sold to an underground black boxing casino and became a black boxing fighter.
Of course, becoming a boxer is not that simple. I suffered a lot of humiliation there, but I endured it in order to survive.
I cried, I felt pain, and I also hated it, but in the end it all turned into motivation to strengthen myself.
Living is a kind of courage. In order to live a better life, I give more courage. In order to get rid of the kind of life of being manipulated by others, I work hard to strengthen myself.
Regardless of hatred or pain, I just want to see my only close relative and ask him why he is so cruel. Do you know everything I have suffered?
I think the details are pretty well written.