He is Luo Fei

Luo Fei tried to straighten his heavy body. His bones were crushed in pain everywhere. And when he looked down at his hands, his knuckles were covered in blisters. It was merely what his eyes could see. But he was sure that his face was not spared from the bruises because he could feel the taste of blood on the corners of his lips.

After he managed to stand up straight and confirmed his gaze, he found four people in the same uniform as him sitting and kneeling not far from him. A whining sound was heard, which seemed to be from those in pain. They were wrong to face him. He had given them a chance to escape. However, they chose to fight him.

Luo Fei obviously didn't want to lose. Especially for bullies like them. "Leave." He said softly but firmly.

At least, it succeeded in bringing fear to the faces of the four. They immediately got up and wordlessly passed from before him. Even though their entire bodies were in pain, running away was the best option instead of facing Luo Fei, who could still get up after fighting the four of them at once. They had lost badly.

His eyes followed the direction of those who were walking—half-running—from him. The corners of his lips rose, forming a sinister smile. They looked like mice that had hardly escaped from a cat. It was really not commensurate with their arrogance when bullying weak people.

Then he returned his gaze to what was in front of him. The dead-end alley looked gloomy because it was flanked by two tall buildings and junks scattered in several corners. Also, their bags which either intentionally or not left there. Oh, apparently, they still remembered school. The proof was that they still carried their bag, although he believed it was almost as empty as their brains.

Luo Fei walked forward, not caring that his feet would step on one of the black bags there. He kept walking and stopped right in front of the small scroll at the end of his shoes. He then bent down to pick it up, which turned out to be a roll of money. It wasn't his, but someone who was bullied by them.

Of course, he wouldn't take it for his own. He intended to return it to the owner tomorrow. They went to the same school, so he knew where to find him. That was also what made him know for sure the bullying issue. None other than because he often saw it with his own eyes.

After that, Luo Fei slowly walked out of the dark alley with no intention of cleaning up the mess he might have contributed to creating there. It was useless. The place would always be the same. Dark and run-down. And no one would care about that.

His steps stumbled a little on the long sidewalk. Even if he won, that didn't mean he didn't feel the pain of their blows. It also didn't make him immune, considering how often he got into fights. And he, too, must be heartened to be expelled from his several old schools. For the same reason, fighting against bullies.

His legs continued to swing in the late afternoon. He had nowhere else to go but his home. Even though it wasn't warmer than the snow in winter, it was still his home. It was the only place to come home and perhaps offered the pseudo-warmth he needed.

And when someone accidentally bumped into his arm, Luo Fei stopped in place. He felt the pain again in that area, spreading rapidly to other parts of his body like a virus. It also penetrated his heart. His chest tightened as he realized that he couldn't complain about this. No matter how much trouble he caused, no one would care about him. His presence seemed unworthy at home.

Suddenly, he heard a loud honk, followed by the noise of a vehicle and even a fairly loud crash. When he turned his head, his eyes widened as he realized that a large truck was speeding uncontrollably towards him. And his best reaction was to run as fast as possible away from it.

However, it was all too late. The distance between the two was too close. Luo Fei even heard a crash behind him, showing that someone behind him had been hit by the truck. Soon it would be his turn.

A second later, Luo Fei got it. His body felt excruciating pain as the truck hit him hard and threw him over ten meters away. Luckily, he fell to the right, away from the direction of the trucks, which went to the left, so that he felt no more pain. Worse, he could be run over by the crazy uncontrollable truck wheel.

Yes, he did not experience the worst. But, the impact of the truck and the road was enough to make him helpless. He couldn't even get up. His body seemed to reject his brain's commands and remained to lie on the black road with pools of blood.

Wait. Blood?

Was this his blood?

Which part of his body was bleeding this much?

It was only after he realized his condition that dizziness hit him. His head was heavy, and he felt extremely tired, making him want to rest as soon as possible. His eyes slowly closed as he started to lose control of his body.

Then it was dark.

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What happened?

Why couldn't he see anything and hear any other voice besides his?

Was he dead?

How could it be?

Of course, it was possible. He got hit, remember? And surely, this dark place was his stop before heading to hell.

Yes, expecting heaven was definitely impossible. He had hurt many people, either physically or mentally. And he didn't deserve the luxury of heaven.

No. He alone would make his own way to hell.

A moment later, Luo Fei faintly heard a voice. And as he searched for the source, the voice grew clearer. Then, the desire to open his eyes appeared. However, he couldn't do it right away because the color change was very contrasting. It made his eyes hurt.

Hurt?

Was he still in pain? Did that mean he was not dead yet?

And after a great effort, he finally managed to open his eyes wide.

"H-he's awake!"