Climbing out of the quagmire, I became the wolf they feared most!
I was once one of the 900 million young people in the county. Crowded in the dilapidated old streets, watching the world on their mobile phones, making enough money to feed the blood-sucking algorithm. Until the child's cry woke me up - this small county town is a prison that traps people to death.
Dragging his wife and children into that giant city with a population of over 100 million, he realized what despair meant. The tall buildings in the central area pierce the sky, but we live like cockroaches in the shadows of the edges. Dirty rental houses, never-ending noise, and assembly lines that grind people into pieces—this is the place where "outsiders" should stay.
But I don't accept my fate. Why can't my children stand on top of the city and see the scenery?
I learned to lick the soles of their shoes at the wine table, use dirty tricks to pry open the cracks in closed doors, and weigh my conscience and sell it. When I finally squeezed into the glittering circle in the center, I turned around and kicked the ladder into pieces.
The man who once spat at me now kneels down and lights my cigarette.
Because I am more ruthless and cruel than them.
If this city were a jungle where the weak and the strong preyed on the strong, I would have sharpened my claws and claws long ago. People who climb out of the quagmire are not afraid of being stained with dirty blood again - what I want is to pay back double what I have suffered.
