Capítulo 352: We meet again

"I got this scar when I was nine years old" Michael touched the scar.

"I'm not gonna tell my sad story but let's just say, liquid hot metal is bad for skin" Michael didn't want to say the drug dealers poured hot liquid metal on him because he dropped a pack of cocaine when he was smuggling it under his shirt. 

He still remembers the pain vividly. He cried so hard that after lasting for a couple of minutes, he lost consciousness. When he woke up the next day, he had a crude badge wrapped on his chest. The drug dealers wouldn't care about his health, they just wanted him to stay alive so they could use him as a mule in the future. Until he was fourteen years old, he lived the life of a child slave. Hence his hate for slavery.