Chapter 136 Childhood Brothers
Inside the room.
Alexander looked at Anthony and shook his head. "No need. We can handle the rest."
Anthony pondered for a moment, without trying to persuade him or inquiring about the specifics of the drug supply industry. He just raised an eyebrow and asked again, "Really no need or just saying that? Since I'm here, if we can handle everything at once, I won't have to worry about you later."
"Really no need," Alexander explained softly, "District 9 is different from the outside. Some things can't be resolved just by killing someone. Besides, the people above me probably don't want to escalate the conflict further; they just want things to quiet down quickly."
"Alright, as long as you know what you're doing."
Anthony nodded, playing with a water cup. "After I leave here, I won't be going back to the no-man's land, and I won't be around here for a while, so you'd better be cautious in what you do."
Alexander was taken aback. "What are you up to now? Where are you going?"
"Took a job from a friend. I may have to go on a long trip." Anthony smiled. "Don't worry about it."
Alexander looked at him with some concern and frowned. "Why don't you stay and help with the drug business? It's definitely more stable than wandering outside."
"No way," Anthony responded, shaking his head repeatedly. "When someone wants to kill you, and you're defending yourself with a knife, you still have to be careful not to hit a vital spot. I can't do that job; the outside world full of opportunities suits me better."
"Not going to argue with you." Alexander knew Anthony's personality, so he gave up persuading him. "When are you leaving?"
"I'll be leaving soon," Anthony responded casually.
Alexander was stunned for a while. "In such a hurry?"
"You don't need me for the rest, so why should I stay? Waste of time," Anthony responded softly, "I have to meet a friend. You stay here and recover, and maybe pursue the client."
"Can't you stay with me for a couple of days?"
"We've been together for almost ten years. Isn't that enough?" Anthony stood up. "I really have something to do, and I can't delay any longer."
As soon as he finished speaking, Andrew pushed the door open and walked in, smiling and greeting. "I had the guys here prepare some food. Let's have a drink later, buddy!"
"No," Anthony turned around and replied, "We're getting ready to leave."
"Leaving?" Andrew was taken aback. "It's too hasty to leave as soon as you arrive."
"As long as he's fine, I'm relieved," Anthony responded softly, "I really have something to do, and we'll get together next time."
Andrew looked at Alexander. "I already had them start cooking."
"Forget it, if he wants to go, let him go." Alexander didn't try to keep him. "There will be plenty of chances to meet in the future."
"What a pity!" Andrew extended his hand to Anthony. "You saved our lives, next time you come to Pine City, I'll make sure to treat you well."
"Alright." Anthony had a good impression of Andrew, finding him quite interesting. "Next time."
"I'm not in a position to see you off, so I won't," Alexander called out from the bed.
"Stay put." Anthony waved his hand.
"Let's go. I'll see you off," Andrew said softly, "I'll have the guys here get you a few barrels of gas."
"Okay."
Anthony responded and decisively walked out of the room without saying another word to Alexander.
Twenty minutes later.
Andrew had someone get Anthony a few barrels of gas and some food for the road. The two vehicles then drove off down the street.
After watching Anthony leave from the roadside, Andrew ran back to Alexander's room.
"Is he gone?" Alexander asked.
"Yeah, he's gone." Andrew nodded, grinning. "What's your relationship with him anyway?"
Alexander pondered for a moment and then responded truthfully, "We're both orphans, growing up together with an old man. We begged together as kids, worked in the mountains together. We don't have blood ties, but our bond is stronger than that of real brothers."
"Was the old man your foster father?"
"Yes." Alexander nodded.
"Where is he now?"
"He died of illness a few years ago."
"It's a pity." Andrew sighed. "The old man had a kind heart."
Alexander heard this and explained softly, "The old man wasn't bad-hearted, but he had a bit of an agenda in taking us in."
"What agenda?"
"The money and food we earned from working were all handed over to him, and he provided us with meals," Alexander replied with a smile, "When District 9 was first established, there were many people like him in the planned area. Because kids were too young to survive on their own, everyone banded together, and with a leader, it was less likely to be bullied."
"That's how it was." Andrew nodded, curious again. "Did Anthony serve in the military? The way he handles things doesn't seem like an ordinary person."
"No, his skills were honed by himself with others." Alexander shook his head. "Same with me."
"No way, Can you learn that on your own?" Andrew didn't believe it. "I get training rounds at the police station, but I still can't keep up with the military guys. When I get anxious, I shoot wildly. You tell me you can self-teach marksmanship, I won't believe it!"
Alexander thought for a moment and asked, "Then why can Eric rank in the police station? Does he have a one-on-one instructor, or does someone specifically train him?"
Andrew was stunned.
"For you, personal quality doesn't matter; as long as Samuel is there, you'll always do well." Alexander laughed. "But we can't afford that. If eight people work together and you mess up at a critical moment, no one will want to work with you again."
"True." Andrew nodded.
"It's not easy for Anthony. I didn't see my family die, but he saw his parents die at home." Alexander sighed. "So, his personality has always been different. The old man used to scold him, saying he liked to cause trouble."
"How did his parents die?" Andrew was very curious.
Alexander pondered for a moment and said, "Forget it, let's not talk about this behind his back."
On the road.
Anthony lay in the passenger seat, arms crossed, sleeping soundly.
The car drove south, the scenery passing by quickly.
He had traveled over a thousand miles, taking two days to save Alexander in Stardust City, but left without even having a hot meal.
This showe'd that their brotherly bond might not be as simple as Alexander described.
In the hallway.
Chris pondered for a moment, then knocked on Alexander's door.
"Who is it?" Andrew called out.
"It's me," Chris responded softly, "Let's talk!"
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