Chapter 132: AnAn Pt.4
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Once he made his decision to get more involved he started looking around with a pensive expression. He was feeling a older brother moment and debated on where they should stand for the conversation. Knowing this little wolf's personality it would not be that short and he didn't want to stand for that long either. Bending down to look at her for an extended period of time would hurt his neck and back. He wasn't the tallest person but was a solid 5"10 whereas the little wolf was at 5"1 - 5"3 maximum. The distance of five plus inches put a strain on him and whatever he wanted to say was best at eye level.
Yet that would mean he would have to sit on the dirty floor, which was all fine and dandy if it was just concrete. The specific area they were in had bits of trash littered around, some still had food on them from the restaurant. One side were the children and on the other were the dumpsters, neither were a good choice. He could squat but was not a good position if he were to get attacked since his balance was compromised.
Debating for a couple more seconds his eyes lingered on the unconscious body flat against the floor. The body was large enough and had lots of fat pockets so it slowly became a makeshift pillow in his eyes. His clothes were a little ruffed up and there was some dirt but not the worst he has ever seen. If anything, he could always burn his clothes or chemical wash them if necessary.
Zhuang Wei was a bit of a germaphobe, it was a lot worse when he was younger but he still held cleanliness as a top priority. It was a weird issue to have because the things that he considered dirty and not dirty were personal to him. As in, the blood of the sumo man was not gross but the trash with food spread over it was. Though he did hope that none of the blood that got on him carried any negative diseases that were transmissible.
In fights you never know where you could get blood on you but he liked to avoid getting blood in his eyes and mouth. Bending down he dusted off the man's back before casually plopping onto it. It only took a couple seconds before he found a comfortable position and he looked back at the little girl. Her hand was by her side and the money was loosely clutched within her palm. There was a bit of confusion on her face from watching his actions.
He knew that he probably looked a little insane sitting on the man who was just strangling her and using him as a seat. It was truly a 'carpe diem' type moment.
"Either sit or keep standing, let's have a conversation." He rested his hands on his legs and sat with his knees slightly propped up. His body language was completely relaxed so that the little wolf would put down a bit of her guard. It was a subtle change but his entire demeanour and vibe emitting from his body had changed with those movements. It was a trick you learned on the streets to remain as unthreatening as possible and to surprise your enemy. There was humour in the fact that he learned this skill to defend himself and here he was using it against a little girl half his height. All so that he could give her a little advice from his current "older brother" position.
She took several steps backwards and then sat cross legged on the floor. Putting the money on the ground in front of her she pushed it towards his direction. "What is your motive."
"Motive? That's quite a big word for such a little wolf like you."
"Wolf? You're weird."
"Well I don't know your name, little wolf is what I'll call you and before you ask why its your eyes. You looked like a little wolf club when you were fighting off the trash man under me." The first couple of sentences between them was just back and forth of banter.
"What do you want, we are not beggars. I don't need your money."
"Oh but you do, listen kid. I'm going to talk to you straight, no bullshit. Okay?"
There was a silent pause as she just stared at him.
"You don't have to speak but nod your head to tell me that you understand what I'm saying. Okay?" His words were quite gentle but his eyes held a serious undertone. Thankfully he didn't need to speak more words to convince her, her response was from a slow nod.
"Good. Now I'm not going to tell you who I am nor do I need to know who you are. Identity is irrelevant and you can just forget this incident even happened. This man beneath me won't trouble you again, that I can promise but there will be other men like him out there." He paused again after his words to see if she would nod, it was best that he spoke in portions so that she could understand him clearly and take it in.
Another slow nod came from the girl.
"I don't know your story but I know that these are the streets and they have some rules you need to listen to for survival. Those kids over in the corner are easy to use against you and are your weak point, how long do you think you can defend them? And with your size?"
"I can protect them!"
"Or really? What do you think was going to happen if I did not interrupt. I'm not saying you did not fight well, you did but that is not enough."
"I would have got awa-"
"You would have died."
***
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Once he made his decision to get more involved he started looking around with a pensive expression. He was feeling a older brother moment and debated on where they should stand for the conversation. Knowing this little wolf's personality it would not be that short and he didn't want to stand for that long either. Bending down to look at her for an extended period of time would hurt his neck and back. He wasn't the tallest person but was a solid 5"10 whereas the little wolf was at 5"1 - 5"3 maximum. The distance of five plus inches put a strain on him and whatever he wanted to say was best at eye level.
Yet that would mean he would have to sit on the dirty floor, which was all fine and dandy if it was just concrete. The specific area they were in had bits of trash littered around, some still had food on them from the restaurant. One side were the children and on the other were the dumpsters, neither were a good choice. He could squat but was not a good position if he were to get attacked since his balance was compromised.
Debating for a couple more seconds his eyes lingered on the unconscious body flat against the floor. The body was large enough and had lots of fat pockets so it slowly became a makeshift pillow in his eyes. His clothes were a little ruffed up and there was some dirt but not the worst he has ever seen. If anything, he could always burn his clothes or chemical wash them if necessary.
Zhuang Wei was a bit of a germaphobe, it was a lot worse when he was younger but he still held cleanliness as a top priority. It was a weird issue to have because the things that he considered dirty and not dirty were personal to him. As in, the blood of the sumo man was not gross but the trash with food spread over it was. Though he did hope that none of the blood that got on him carried any negative diseases that were transmissible.
In fights you never know where you could get blood on you but he liked to avoid getting blood in his eyes and mouth. Bending down he dusted off the man's back before casually plopping onto it. It only took a couple seconds before he found a comfortable position and he looked back at the little girl. Her hand was by her side and the money was loosely clutched within her palm. There was a bit of confusion on her face from watching his actions.
He knew that he probably looked a little insane sitting on the man who was just strangling her and using him as a seat. It was truly a 'carpe diem' type moment.
"Either sit or keep standing, let's have a conversation." He rested his hands on his legs and sat with his knees slightly propped up. His body language was completely relaxed so that the little wolf would put down a bit of her guard. It was a subtle change but his entire demeanour and vibe emitting from his body had changed with those movements. It was a trick you learned on the streets to remain as unthreatening as possible and to surprise your enemy. There was humour in the fact that he learned this skill to defend himself and here he was using it against a little girl half his height. All so that he could give her a little advice from his current "older brother" position.
She took several steps backwards and then sat cross legged on the floor. Putting the money on the ground in front of her she pushed it towards his direction. "What is your motive."
"Motive? That's quite a big word for such a little wolf like you."
"Wolf? You're weird."
"Well I don't know your name, little wolf is what I'll call you and before you ask why its your eyes. You looked like a little wolf club when you were fighting off the trash man under me." The first couple of sentences between them was just back and forth of banter.
"What do you want, we are not beggars. I don't need your money."
"Oh but you do, listen kid. I'm going to talk to you straight, no bullshit. Okay?"
There was a silent pause as she just stared at him.
"You don't have to speak but nod your head to tell me that you understand what I'm saying. Okay?" His words were quite gentle but his eyes held a serious undertone. Thankfully he didn't need to speak more words to convince her, her response was from a slow nod.
"Good. Now I'm not going to tell you who I am nor do I need to know who you are. Identity is irrelevant and you can just forget this incident even happened. This man beneath me won't trouble you again, that I can promise but there will be other men like him out there." He paused again after his words to see if she would nod, it was best that he spoke in portions so that she could understand him clearly and take it in.
Another slow nod came from the girl.
"I don't know your story but I know that these are the streets and they have some rules you need to listen to for survival. Those kids over in the corner are easy to use against you and are your weak point, how long do you think you can defend them? And with your size?"
"I can protect them!"
"Or really? What do you think was going to happen if I did not interrupt. I'm not saying you did not fight well, you did but that is not enough."
"I would have got awa-"
"You would have died."
***
If you're looking for a new novel please check out my new novel - The Male Lead is my Stalker Ex? Its my submission for the Spirity Awards 2021 and could really use the support!
Once he made his decision to get more involved he started looking around with a pensive expression. He was feeling a older brother moment and debated on where they should stand for the conversation. Knowing this little wolf's personality it would not be that short and he didn't want to stand for that long either. Bending down to look at her for an extended period of time would hurt his neck and back. He wasn't the tallest person but was a solid 5"10 whereas the little wolf was at 5"1 - 5"3 maximum. The distance of five plus inches put a strain on him and whatever he wanted to say was best at eye level. Yet that would mean he would have to sit on the dirty floor, which was all fine and dandy if it was just concrete. The specific area they were in had bits of trash littered around, some still had food on them from the restaurant. One side were the children and on the other were the dumpsters, neither were a good choice. He could squat but was not a good position if he were to get attacked since his balance was compromised. Debating for a couple more seconds his eyes lingered on the unconscious body flat against the floor. The body was large enough and had lots of fat pockets so it slowly became a makeshift pillow in his eyes. His clothes were a little ruffed up and there was some dirt but not the worst he has ever seen. If anything, he could always burn his clothes or chemical wash them if necessary. Zhuang Wei was a bit of a germaphobe, it was a lot worse when he was younger but he still held cleanliness as a top priority. It was a weird issue to have because the things that he considered dirty and not dirty were personal to him. As in, the blood of the sumo man was not gross but the trash with food spread over it was. Though he did hope that none of the blood that got on him carried any negative diseases that were transmissible. In fights you never know where you could get blood on you but he liked to avoid getting blood in his eyes and mouth. Bending down he dusted off the man's back before casually plopping onto it. It only took a couple seconds before he found a comfortable position and he looked back at the little girl. Her hand was by her side and the money was loosely clutched within her palm. There was a bit of confusion on her face from watching his actions. He knew that he probably looked a little insane sitting on the man who was just strangling her and using him as a seat. It was truly a 'carpe diem' type moment. "Either sit or keep standing, let's have a conversation." He rested his hands on his legs and sat with his knees slightly propped up. His body language was completely relaxed so that the little wolf would put down a bit of her guard. It was a subtle change but his entire demeanour and vibe emitting from his body had changed with those movements. It was a trick you learned on the streets to remain as unthreatening as possible and to surprise your enemy. There was humour in the fact that he learned this skill to defend himself and here he was using it against a little girl half his height. All so that he could give her a little advice from his current "older brother" position. She took several steps backwards and then sat cross legged on the floor. Putting the money on the ground in front of her she pushed it towards his direction. "What is your motive." "Motive? That's quite a big word for such a little wolf like you." "Wolf? You're weird." "Well I don't know your name, little wolf is what I'll call you and before you ask why its your eyes. You looked like a little wolf club when you were fighting off the trash man under me." The first couple of sentences between them was just back and forth of banter. "What do you want, we are not beggars. I don't need your money." "Oh but you do, listen kid. I'm going to talk to you straight, no bullshit. Okay?" There was a silent pause as she just stared at him. "You don't have to speak but nod your head to tell me that you understand what I'm saying. Okay?" His words were quite gentle but his eyes held a serious undertone. Thankfully he didn't need to speak more words to convince her, her response was from a slow nod. "Good. Now I'm not going to tell you who I am nor do I need to know who you are. Identity is irrelevant and you can just forget this incident even happened. This man beneath me won't trouble you again, that I can promise but there will be other men like him out there." He paused again after his words to see if she would nod, it was best that he spoke in portions so that she could understand him clearly and take it in. Another slow nod came from the girl. "I don't know your story but I know that these are the streets and they have some rules you need to listen to for survival. Those kids over in the corner are easy to use against you and are your weak point, how long do you think you can defend them? And with your size?" "I can protect them!" "Or really? What do you think was going to happen if I did not interrupt. I'm not saying you did not fight well, you did but that is not enough." "I would have got awa-" "You would have died." *** If you're looking for a new novel please check out my new novel - The Male Lead is my Stalker Ex? Its my submission for the Spirity Awards 2021 and could really use the support!
