Ning Yi almost sprinted towards the direction of the repair shop.
The boy's mind was blank at this moment, an uneasy premonition sprouting within, growing ever stronger.
He had always thought he detested everyone on Gale Street, even Old Wu was no exception.
The harsh environment here turns people selfish and calculating, treating others with harshness and suspicion, ready to fight over a morsel of food, even leading to death. For minuscule gains, they would betray neighbors they've lived with for decades.
He believed everyone here wore a mask, and by peeling away the hypocritical surface, one could see the darkest sides of human nature.
He had seen Old Wu arguing fiercely with miners over a scant repair fee.
He had seen Old Wu jump up, hurling crude insults to drive away vagrants approaching the well behind the repair shop.
He couldn't understand, why a drink of water or a few cent's repair fee always angered Old Wu so much, making him appear like a different person.
