The whole school thought I was a soft bunny adopted from an orphanage. On the day of the fire, I carried thirteen orphans out with my lame legs. When a reporter asked me, "Are you scared?" I couldn't shed tears in the camera lens. The moment the camera moved away, I licked the corners of my blood-stained lips and chuckled: "Small scene." The shadow behind me suddenly knelt down and said: "Miss, the boss of the East District you chopped down died." Schoolmaster Shen, who was smoking on the balcony, put out his cigarette and walked closer: "The wound is still not healed?" - He happens to be the next chaebol prince I want to silence.
