章節 318: The Emperor Who Vomited Blood (3)

Dali was not an orphan, but he was no different from one. His mother was a woman in a brothel. It was unknown which man she was pregnant with a bastard… This bastard was him. His mother hated him and only raised him like a cat or dog. When she was happy, she would give him food. When she was unhappy, she would bring him out to be used as a punching bag. His right eye was blinded by his mother. He left when he was ten years old, but his mother never looked for him. When he first went to a mountain to do manual labor, which he now knew that it was a mine, he was bullied by the foreman in the mine. He escaped with a few companions and met the group of bandits. At that time, they were not bandits yet, but a few little beggars who cheated and scammed others. He could not even explain how he grew stronger by the day.

As the saying goes, you reap what you sow. They had robbed so many powerful people, but in the end, they fell in a small village.

Now, he could finally leave.