Chapter 427 The Border


    Sylvia''s POV:


    The destination was very far away. ording to the weather forecast, we would also experience


    heavy rains on the way, so it would take us about two days to arrive.


    Unexpectedly, the weather was actually pretty good and we managed to arrive at the Red Maple


    Pack in the afternoon of the second day, which was ahead of time.


    As soon as we got off the vehicle, we were all shocked by what we saw.


    The whole ce was a mess.


    Hooligans squatted in the corners and stared at each passer-by like a predator to a prey.


    When we walked by them, they even waved their daggers at us, indicating that they weren''t afraid


    of people in military uniforms.


    On top of that, there were also werewolves who lit up a fire on the street. An old man was getting


    burned in the fire. His body was already charred ck and he couldn''t scream anymore from the


    pain. If we had arrived anyter, he would have died.


    It was even worse to find out that it was the old man''s own son who set him on fire. While his father


    burned, the son wasughing wildly.


    If we hadn''t seen it with our own eyes, we would have never believed how bad this ce had


    be.


    After taking the mad arsonist away, we encountered another boy, about twelve or thirteen years of


    age, who was getting bullied and robbed by a group of older werewolves.


    The boy was already very thin, which was most probably a result of malnourishment. He seemed to


    be protecting something in his arms while the group of hooligans tried beating it out of him. His nose


    was bleeding and one of his eyes was swelling up so much that he could barely open it.


    One of the bullies, who had golden hair, obscenely threatened to make the boy get under his crotch,


    opening his legs up.


    The onlookers on the street seemed to have grown numb and ustomed to such a scene. They


    simply turned a blind eye.


    I, however, could not stand it and rushed over to kick one of the bullies away.


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    Harry and my other teammates followed suit and subdued the hooligans in no time.


    "Behave yourself!" Harry seized the man with golden hair and warned, "If you move another inch,


    I''m going to feed you to the dogs!"


    Harry kicked the bully in his crotch, causing his face to twist in pain.


    The other hooligans didn''t seem to be afraid. Instead, they spat back, "Damn it, bad luck!"


    They didn''t seem to care that one of them had gotten caught. They just threatened the boy onest


    time before finally leaving.


    I walked over to the boy, trying to help him up, but he immediately pushed me away. "Get out of my


    way!"


    I stared in confusion. What happened?


    The boy''s nails were dark red, almost ck, from blood, but all he held in his hands was a piece of


    bread. That was what he had been protecting. The bread was already ck and moldy all over.


    Clearly, it was way past its expiration date.


    My heart ached for him. I fished out some biscuits from my pocket and handed them to him. "Here


    you go."


    The boy clutched his bread and looked at me warily.


    I moved my hand forward again, smiling. "Take it."


    The boy slowly reached out his hand. Just when I thought he was going to take the biscuits, he


    suddenly pped my hand. "No way!"


    He then scurried away.


    "How ungrateful!" Flora eximed, stunned.


    I frowned as well. I knew something was wrong about this ce the moment I set foot.


    The werewolves here didn''t respect or wee us at all. They treated us coldly.


    Even ordinary passers-by had hostility in their eyes.


    At first, I thought I was just imagining it, but the boy''s reaction just confirmed what I had thought.


    Something must have happened here.