Scrambling to Be the Father of His Ex-Wife's Kid novel Chapter 1271

I did not say anything else. He was a man with a distinguished identity and had bodyguards around him all the time. It would not be an easy feat if Milan wanted to take revenge on him.

What I should be worried about the most right now was us, the ladies.

I came to the company today to apply for leave.

I went back to my own office and did some quick packing before I planned to go home.

I initially wanted to go to the supermarket, but because I bumped into Franky yesterday, I felt afraid. After all, I was in the light, whereas the other party was in the dark. It would be too easy for Milan to hurt me. It was not easy to hail a cab downstairs of Fredericks Corporation, so I had to walk a little ahead before I could hail any.

There was a big gap between the rich and poor in this city. Wages were low and prices high. Housing prices were also comparable to Whaldorf City, so many people from ordinary families lived here under great pressure. They were not able to afford a house or save any money. Despite that, many still refused to leave this city as there were many opportunities here. Once one seized the opportunity, one would be able to climb to greater heights.

I found myself easily lost in thoughts lately. I was planning to walk 300 feet before hailing a cab, but I was so lost in thoughts that I went a long way.

I came back to my senses. Seeing the somewhat unfamiliar buildings around me, I quickly stopped in my tracks and planned to hail a cab.

"You piece of junk. Where do you come from? You're filthy and smelly just like garbage." Curses sounded behind me.

I turned to look. There was an alley behind me, and the noises had come from there.

Afraid that I would land myself in trouble, I took only a few steps over and watched from a distance.

A group of rascals dressed in a roguish manner was standing around a person. They were kicking and punching the person.

The rascals did not seem very old. Maybe they were only in their teens.

"Move out of the way,” a young bloke shouted excitedly as he carried a bucket of water. Other lads spread out, and the young man carrying the bucket of water poured all the water in the bucket onto the young man lying on the ground.

The water in the bucket was probably filthy water as all the lads pinched their noses.

They guffawed and laughed at the guy lying on the ground.

I looked at the victim. His body had curled into a ball, and his complexion was dark. The clothes he was wearing were torn. He looked like a homeless man.