Chapter 538 - 410 Rise_2
He always remembered the feeling the first time blood splattered on his face.
Hot, fishy, and it carried a sweetness he had never smelled before.
Seizing the half-eaten chicken leg from the opposing bowl and biting into it, only one thought surged through his heart: killing was so exhilarating, and chicken legs were so delicious.
Though he greatly yearned for that feeling, nine-year-old Lin Xing had understood both his own weakness and the dangers of the world. He needed to learn to disguise himself and to only make a move when he was certain of success.
Therefore, he had to suppress the urge deep within and continue to mix with the beggars, living a life of begging, theft, and robbery every day.
Days passed, one by one, and he gradually became the leader of a group of beggars, his desire for slaughter growing stronger and stronger.
But he was cautious, always carefully restraining that desire, only striking out when he absolutely couldn’t bear it any longer, picking off solitary refugees.
Thanks to his caution, he was never caught and lived to be the oldest beggar in his territory.
Yet in his nineteenth year, he was still thrown into prison.
Not for murder, but because a young master from a prominent family had been robbed in his territory, and at a single command from the other party, he was taken into the jail.
After a few blows of a menacing cudgel, his skin ripped open, nearly half his life spent.