"Get lost, just moisten your lips with that water, everyone is out of water, if you keep talking nonsense, I'll kill you," the gangster said impatiently.
Wait a minute, pulling out a gun, the pleading poor man ran away immediately.
"Next~"
The gangster hummed proudly.
It soon came to Alex's turn, he looked at the water in the bucket, opened his mouth, but had to lower his head and walk away...
After two steps, he started running fast.
"Alex, damn it! Stop for me!" A tall, burly man ran up behind him, catching up in just a few strides and blocking his path.
The man looked to be in his 30s, greedily eyeing Alex's bucket, "Give me the water."
"No! I won't!"
Seeing the refusal, the other man's hand shook, and a small knife appeared, waving it fiercely, "Don't make me kill you!"
"No!!" Alex clung tightly, his eyes panicked but determined, this was his family's hope, he could drink dirty water, but they couldn't.
