Hannah walked to the left, where the busiest part of the street market was located.
Soone had cordoned off a small area and was performing juggling acts.
It sowhat resembled the nights on Blue Star.
Hannah walked alone, standing on the outskirts of the crowd.
Soone was following her, and they also stopped.
There was a short distance between the two of them.
The light shone from the front, casting long shadows of the people in the crowd.
He stood beside her shadow, as if he were standing right by her side.
In the crowd, soone excitedly clapped and cheered.
The perforr was a little boy, wearing worn-out adults’ clothes that had turned white at the seams, and his little face, flushed red, held a pretense of being absolutely serious.
As a spectator threw a copper coin into the bowl ahead, soone stepped forward to pick up the coin, thanking the giver as they did so.
In District Nine, life spared no one, regardless of age, weakness, sickness, or disability; everyone was fighting hard to stay alive.
Halfway through the performance, Hannah glanced sideways and saw a middle-aged man skulking in the shadows.
It was the leader of the rcenaries from the hotel lobby earlier.
By the looks of it, he was probably a captain as well.
Captains of mid-tier rcenary groups could barely handle a Split-tooth Direwolf on their own.
So weak.
Weak and oblivious of it.
Hannah lowered her head and chuckled, the light that fell on her shimred splendidly.
She bent over and left a small purse in front of the boy, then continued walking ahead.
There was even more lively performance up front.
Soone was doing a fire-breathing act.
This ti, the cordoned area was bigger.
Hannah only glanced at it twice before turning into an alley beside it.
The alley was gloomy, lit only by a dim lamp at the corner.
When the wind blew through, the light flickered, as if growing dimr still.
The middle-aged man followed closely and also entered the alley.
This alley had only one path, left and right, intertwined and connected.
The middle-aged man looked left and right, saw no one, and spat on the ground in irritation, "Damn, really good at hiding. Don’t let find you, or else..."
"Or else what?"
In the silent alley, the light and eerie female voice seed to carry a chill with it.
The voice ca from behind.
The middle-aged man turned his head and imdiately saw Hannah standing in the light.
The girl was slender, the white light on her face made the eyes that looked towards him seem pure and clean, conveying an innocent, non-threatening charm.
She smiled beguilingly, "Are you looking for ?"
The middle-aged man was dazzled, but he quickly regained his composure, showing a twisted, feigned friendly smile, "Little girl, I an no harm, don’t be scared."
Hannah leaned against the wall, her hanging hand gently stroking the rough surface. Her fingertips picked up so dust, which she carelessly flicked away.
"Do you need sothing?"
She stepped out from under the light, and with it, her eyes seed to lt into the darkness, deep and murky.
It was as if a breeze blew through the alleyway, bringing a chill that word its way into one’s body.
The middle-aged man inexplicably felt a rush of panic, but then laughed at the ridiculousness of it.
He, Second Turner, had been roaming around for so many years, and now he was a squad captain of a rcenary group. Was he scared of a little girl?
With that thought, he straightened his back, and the smile on his face turned sinister, "Actually, it’s nothing. I just wanted to invite you to my place for a visit."
Hannah said, "And if I refuse?"
Second Turner smiled coldly, "Then don’t bla for being rude. If there’s anyone to bla, it’s your bad luck for coming to District Nine..."
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