Chapter 507 Three Young Men
Majestic City, in a bustling alleyway.
Three young men with dark skin and dreadlocks held a picture, anxiously asking passersby. They were Darius, Theo, and Noah, from a remote village.
"Hey, excuse me, ma'am, have you seen this guy?" Darius asked an elderly woman buying vegetables, his words clumsy.
The woman didn't understand and shook her head, smiling politely.
The three squatted by the roadside, dejected. They had been searching for ten days.
"Darius, this isn't working," Theo, the chubby one, said as he watched the busy traffic, his eyes vacant.
"We gotta keep looking!" Darius gritted his teeth. "We have to avenge the villagers!"
Noah, the tall and skinny one, looked into the distance. "The chief said the man from the East could change our village's fate."
"Yeah," Darius clenched his fist. "His way of changing our fate was by killing everyone!"
They would never forget the sight of blood and graves when they returned to their village with supplies. All the villagers were dead, except for one survivor, Mike, who had drawn a picture of the killer in his delirium.
They recalled the chief's prophecy and instantly understood the truth. Fueled by rage, they packed their bags and traveled across the world to seek revenge.
"Theo, Noah," Darius's eyes flashed with cold determination. "Remember, no matter what, the person in this picture has to die!"
Theo's stomach growled. "Darius, we ran out of food two days ago."
The money they brought was useless here, and they couldn't speak the language. For days, they had been sleeping under bridges, the smell of street food making them salivate.
"Darius, why don't we just swipe some food and leave the money? They won't catch us anyway," Theo suggested.
"No," Darius refused. "They don't accept our money; it would be just like stealing."
At that moment, a luxury car drove by, and a child threw out half a hamburger, which landed right in front of them.
Theo licked his lips. "This doesn't count as stealing, right?"
Noah frowned. "But it would disgrace the chief."
"The chief is dead! Only revenge can honor him!" Darius's eyes were fierce as he reached for the hamburger, his hand trembling.
Suddenly, a pale hand stopped him.
The three looked up in shock to see a young man in a white shirt holding a fresh fish, smiling at them.
"Hey there, you guys hungry?" The newcomer was John.
The three didn't understand but stared at the hamburger.
John smiled and turned to a nearby food stall. "Hey, boss, let these guys eat as much as they want. It's on me." He handed over a hundred-dollar bill. "And get them some drinks, too."
Darius and his friends understood and quickly nodded in thanks, eagerly showing John the picture and pointing to the person in the drawing.
"Oh, you're looking for someone?" John leaned in to take a closer look and frowned.
It was a charcoal drawing of a twisted, emaciated figure. One eye was normal, while the other had a hole burned through it, with a flower-like design next to it.
"This..." John scratched his head. The drawing was incredibly abstract.
"My God," Robert's voice echoed in John's mind. "No one could look like that. Their own mother would be scared to death!"
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