"Ou! Wake up, Ou! Hey!"
He felt a strong smack on his forehead. "What?"
"You little shit! We need to run!"
It was a man just a few years older than him. But he looked older because of his bleached white hair, and he always creased eyebrows that brought wrinkles.
He shook Ou awake from that suffocating little space with that thin bed.
"What's the point, Old Xiao? We'll die even when we run." Ou grumbled. "Besides, don't you hate my guts?"
"Look at this little turd..... We're bailing you out before you die tomorrow, and you're going to bitch and whine like that!?"
Gunshots can suddenly be heard, fully jolting Ou awake.
"Come on, then!" Old Xiao grabbed him and forced him out of the bed.
Ou blinked in disbelief. "You're really..... You're really risking your life for me?"
After all, Old Xiao was his biggest bully here. He had made Ou bleed several times, and Old Xiao loved calling him names like 'little shit' and 'black dog' because of his appearance.