Chapter 563 - Tong Hua – The Fortune Child

Chapter 563: Tong Hua – The Fortune Child Tong Hua went around the city and did not meet a single form of danger. He felt a little bored, and he squinted. Could it be that these people are not in the northern side? The northern side is more urbanized and filled with tall buildings, so it should be easy to hide people here.
He squinted and looked towards the southern side. There, drugs were imminent, and there was poverty everywhere. It would be even easier to hide people there. These people were running for their lives, so it was possible that they had rushed off to the southern side. Since there was nobody in the northern side, Tong Hua wanted to go to the southern side.
Gulas said,
Young Master, let’s go home.


What are you afraid of!
Tong Hua said.
I’m afraid that you’d be kidnapped. Then your legs would be gone, Gulas thought.
Master would never agree.


Daddy’s lying in bed. Relax, listen to me. If he’s unhappy, make him stand up and hit me.
Tong Hua waved.
Let’s go. If something happens, your Young Master will deal with it!

Gulas had no choice but to bring him to the southern part. Meanwhile, the two men sent by Mu Yuan were Shan Ning and Guan Zhou. They were both high ranking soldiers. After checking with Mu Yuan, they went to the southern part with Tong Hua. Soon enough, Gulas found out that someone was stalking them. Luckily, Zhong Ran called to explain that those were their people. Then, he felt relieved. At the same time, he understood that Young Master was using himself as bait to look for the group of people and check if they were still in the city. If those escapees were still in the city, they could capture all of them, but if the escapees left the city, they would be safe, and they would not have to be so restricted.
Gulas looked at Tong Hua.
Young Master, you are only seven.
Shouldn’t a beautiful and carefree child like you who was born in a great environment be the kind that wails in the sight of blood?
The Southern part was chaotic.
There was debris everywhere.
Tong Hua got off the car and walked on the big pathway slowly. There were stagnant water and trash all around the two sides. Skinny youths who were not well dressed, little kids, and the elderly lay down on the streets or roamed around aimlessly with no expression in their eyes.
Tong Hua made someone open the car boot, and he had actually brought food and beverages. Gulas took all of them out, and the group of underprivileged people rushed over wanting to snatch them. Gulas said hurriedly,
Take it slow, take it slow. Our Young Master will give them out. Don’t rush!

The best way to attract the attention of the people from the southern side was through charity, and Tong Hua did so. He gathered almost everyone from the streets, and he gave out all the food.
The people were really grateful, and they sang to him. Tong Hua felt a little guilty as he received so much praise even though his intentions were not so pure. He felt bad, but he did not allow those emotions to engulf him.

Any suspicious people?


No!

Tong Hua felt a little disappointed.
From afar, a skinny man sat by the window of a deserted tall building. He looked down as the group of underprivileged people crowded around Tong Hua, the fortune child. There were a few heavily injured men in the house.
The skinny man looked depressed, and in his eyes, there seemed to be some form of rage. At the auction, there was blood everywhere, and Jonah was heavily injured and was sent back to America. He would be spending the rest of his life in prison. If he knew that this would happen, he would not have listened to Jonah. He would have killed Ye Ling and gotten things over and done with. Now, the tiger had returned to his cave, and there were several ripples caused by it.

Lil chimp, that’s Ye Ling’s son!


Nonsense!
He had seen him before at the ore mountain. Shen Qianshu pulled him along as they ran into the ore mountain, so he knew what Tong Hua looked like. The pair of mother and son that seemed so helpless almost caused them to lose two great men.

Should we attack?