"Huang De Han" had been hungry all day and couldn't bear it any longer. He deliberately dirtied his face so that no one would recognize him.
He originally intended to go to a restaurant to beg for some food, but before he even reached the entrance, he was shooed away like a fly.
He had no choice but to look for food at a street stall.
When he saw someone leave after paying, he quickly approached and stuffed the leftovers into his mouth with his hands.
The waiter noticed and hurried over, saying, "Go, go, leave quickly! Don't dirty our plates."
Huang De Han ignored the waiter and desperately continued stuffing food into his mouth.
Seeing that Huang De Han refused to leave, the waiter grabbed a broom and swung it at him, saying, "Hurry up and leave, you madman! Don't dirty our place."
In the eyes of others, he was nothing more than a madman.
A sense of melancholy surged through Huang De Han's heart, and his eyes inexplicably turned red.
Once he had been a proud and talented individual, but now...
It felt like his heart had been turned upside down, and the taste was anything but pleasant.
But his hands couldn't stop because he was truly starving.
Despite the pain, he paid it no mind.
A customer who couldn't bear to watch spoke up to the waiter, "Stop arguing with a madman. If he wants to eat, let him eat. After all, it's going to be thrown away anyway."
The waiter retorted, "Who knows if he has any contagious disease? If he dirties the plates, how can we serve other customers?"
Upon hearing this, the customer found it reasonable and stopped defending Huang De Han.
A middle-aged man sat nearby, his sharp eyes fixed on Huang De Han like a hunter spotting its prey.
Huang De Han continued to stuff food into his mouth until it was completely full, and then he left.
But just as Huang De Han took a few steps, a hand suddenly landed on his shoulder from behind.
Startled, Huang De Han thought it was the police and didn't even dare to turn his head. He was about to run away.
However, the hand on his shoulder was like a pair of iron pincers, firmly gripping him, preventing him from escaping.
Huang De Han wanted to plead for mercy, but his mouth was full of food. In his panic, he choked on it, coughing uncontrollably.
"Don't be afraid, I won't harm you," the person behind him said calmly.
Once Huang De Han calmed down, he turned around and saw that it wasn't the police. Only then did he relax.
"Why are you holding onto me?" Huang De Han said angrily, frustrated that he had lost the food he had just eaten.
The man pointed to a nearby table and asked, "Are you hungry? Do you want to eat with me?"
Huang De Han cautiously studied the man, unable to believe that there could be a free dinner in this world. So he asked, "Why are you being kind to me? What's your motive?"
The man chuckled and replied, "You're smart. I can help you find a job. Are you interested?"
Out of instinct, Huang De Han asked, "What kind of job?"
The man put his arm around Huang De Han's shoulder and smiled, "Come on, let's eat and talk at the same time."
But Huang De Han was highly alert, and he wasn't easily fooled. He stood his ground and said, "Explain the job to me clearly."
The man smiled and replied, "Don't worry, I guarantee it'll make you a lot of money!"
A job that promised big money was surely something shady.
Huang De Han had initially wanted to refuse, but considering his current situation, he hesitated. He didn't want to spend his whole life hiding and running, nor did he want to continue living like this. After all, things were already this bad for him. How much worse could it get?
Was there a difference between killing one person or a hundred?
There was no difference because if caught, they would all end up dead!
