But Shen Zhaoli was very calm, speaking as though he was merely an observer.
He noticed the shocked expression on Wen Jiao's face, so he smiled at her, gently saying, "Do you want to know how our lives got better?"
Wen Jiao opened her mouth but was unable to speak.
The wind was blowing against her body, and it was a bit cold.
She wanted to hug Shen Zhaoli, but she could only stare into his eyes, motionless.
She was afraid of being too forward.
When Shen Zhaoli was ten, he became the king of the slum kids.
He led a group of kids with different skin tones, scavenging for relatively intact meat from the garbage of the wealthy, reprocessing and selling it to customers in the slums.
This was a local delicacy and a resource fought over in the slums.
Shen Zhaoli had fought many times with a bunch of kids over a few pieces of so-called meat.
He was only ten, far from the height and strength of those older youths.
