[5,000 yuan for my life.]
Three days before the high school entrance exams, my mother was critically ill, and I was cornered on the sports field.
A rich kid pointed at me and said, “Get down on your knees and apologize, or pay five thousand for medical expenses.”
I searched my pockets. All I had was half a steamed bun I'd left unfinished.
That night, Ma San, the underground emperor of Jiangcheng, tossed me a wad of cash. “Join me. The money will be yours, and so will your life.”
I took the bloodstained money, knowing there was no turning back.
Years later, I stood at the top of Jiangcheng, and everyone called me Brother Hao.
But only I remember:
I started devouring people that afternoon, when I couldn't even come up with five thousand yuan.
