Xiuer (01-11)

In the dilapidated

, chaotic space, the slightly overweight man before me, whose air of nobility couldn't be concealed, seemed out of place. However, his face showed no impatience or displeasure at being in this filthy place; on the contrary, his smile was humble, even somewhat obsequious.

Such a person is difficult to deal with; those who possess high enough status yet can humble themselves are difficult to deal with. I dislike such people, yet I secretly felt a sense of smug satisfaction at this man's obsequious expression before me.
Because I am the Crippled King, my status compels him to act this way.

The Crippled King isn't a respectable title, but rather the ruler of a portion of the city's underworld.
Those I control aren't the prostitutes of the red-light district, nor the petty thieves darting through the crowds, but the beggars everyone encounters when they go out—those they either despise, pity, or ignore.

Some jokingly call us the Beggars' Gang, and me their leader, but I know that I, we, are not like those beggars always associated with chivalry in books.

We are not respectable people, nor do we do respectable things.

The man before me, surnamed Zhou, is unlike me, who always hides in the shadows; he is the one who is always exposed to the sunlight, gleaming with dazzling light. Outside, everyone respectfully calls him Director Zhou, because he is the king of the city's legitimate world.

But here, we call him Boss Zhou, just as he calls me Boss Wang—it's a business term.

Yes, business. Black and white, light and shadow, have never been separated since ancient times, both opposing and interdependent.
In centuries of illustrated stories, there are countless tales of open and covert struggles leading to mutual destruction, but there are also examples of collusion, of two sides doing shady things together.

Clearly, this man before me has chosen the latter.

What Boss Zhou brought today is an amulet, not some metaphor, just a crudely made, small amulet contained in a coarse cloth sachet. Such things can be bought at many cheap street stalls.
However, ordinary people can only buy its outer shell; they can never buy the seemingly ordinary yet priceless white powder inside.

The business we're discussing today involves my beggars secretly peddling this powder for him throughout the city's streets and alleys. The reward? A sum of money that would make most people take notice.
The Crippled King isn't short of money, and neither are his men. For those who aren't respectable, there are plenty of ways to make money. But money delivered personally by the king of the legitimate world is something we can't earn on a regular basis.

A greedy glint shone in Broken Hand's eyes, but I knew it wasn't for the money, but for an inexplicable feeling—the thrill of secretly manipulating a part of this city alongside his former adversaries.

Broken Hand is my best brother and my best bodyguard. It's ridiculous for someone of low status to have a bodyguard, but from my own experience, I know you never expect someone to suddenly jump out and stab you. I also know that whoever tries to harm me, Broken Hand's knife will be faster than theirs.
Broken Hand was originally a gambler, relying on his early-learned knife skills to run rampant in casinos. While his knife skills were superb, his gambling prowess was truly lacking. Accumulated debts and a reckless nature led him to provoke the wrong person, resulting in the loss of his right hand, the one he used for wielding the knife.

Fortunately, no one knew his left hand was just as fast, except for me.

I paid the debt for his severed hand. When I rescued him, he was penniless, so he accepted my invitation to become my right-hand man, protecting me and allowing me to sit imposingly in my specially made wheelchair, looking down upon that king of the righteous path.

And it was precisely because of this that seeing the excitement and greed in his eyes made me think twice.

A person's position may be a reflection of their ability, but more often than not, it's simply a series of events and coincidences that have propelled us to where we are today. A decade or so ago, I never imagined I could sit here, but now that I'm in this position, I have to act in this capacity.

There are some things I don't want to touch, and that has nothing to do with my reputation. However, while a cripple can be a free and unrestrained person, Crippled King cannot.

"

Great!"

The deal was done, and Boss Zhou stood up, clapping his hands, his face beaming. Although I wasn't as happy as him, all the brothers were cheering, so I could only smile along.

In this place, regardless of their style, the things that had always been involved in the business of begging were invariably related to this. Today, Crippled King had led the brothers down a different path; whether it was right or wrong, I didn't know.

"I actually brought a gift for Boss Wang today to discuss business. I was afraid he'd think I was dishonest, so I only dared to bring it up now that everything was settled. But a good gift is never too late, and I'm sure Boss Wang will be satisfied with this generous gift. Please wait a moment."

I thought it was over, but I didn't expect this man to have some lingering entertainment. Seeing his confidence, I felt a little anticipation. He turned and left, returning a moment later with a woman.

I don't know if I managed to hide the shock that erupted on my face the moment I saw this woman, but amidst the gasps and swallowing sounds of my brothers, no one really cared what my expression was.

She was a stunningly beautiful woman, breathtakingly beautiful, so beautiful that any man who saw her would never forget her, far surpassing the ordinary beauties I usually saw, far surpassing her appearance when we last met thirteen years ago. "

Xiuer…"

I cried out, but no sound came out.

"How about it? Xiao Fengxian is my top courtesan, Boss Wang, are you satisfied?"

Boss Zhou saw everyone's reactions, and he saw my stunned expression, his face smug. All I heard were the words "Xiao Fengxian" and "top courtesan."

Everyone knew what those words meant.

"The name 'Xiao Fengxian,' though it comes from a prostitute, is that of a renowned prostitute, one who deserves only heroes. So, this name isn't something just any prostitute is worthy of." Boss Zhou lightly stroked Xiu'er's face, her white dress trailing on the ground and her long hair flowing. "This woman absolutely deserves this name, and she absolutely deserves a hero like Boss Wang! Go, greet Boss Wang!"

I knew his last sentence wasn't meant for Xiu'er.

The woman I hadn't seen for thirteen years walked gracefully towards me like a fairy, lightly patting her right side, her slender index finger pointing behind me, her thumb raised upwards.

"Boss Wang, Xiao Fengxian is greeting you!" Boss Zhou laughed, walked over to Xiu'er, and patted her hair. "This girl, although beautiful and smart, can't speak or hear. We haven't taught her lip reading, so she can be summoned to serve us anytime. There's no need to worry about her. You have no idea how popular she is!"

I knew that even if she hadn't been this stunningly beautiful back then, she would still have been a very likable girl.

Besides, I could understand her words.

The Crippled King wasn't born a cripple, but I was indeed born a cripple. Twenty-seven years ago, I was abandoned at the gate of an orphanage as a deformed infant with atrophied legs.

When I was six, a man came to the orphanage and took away a large group of children, all of whom were disabled, including me. His surname was Chang; he was my adoptive father and the previous "boss."

The orphanage was poorly equipped, so when he left, I took nothing but a worn-out wheelchair that needed to be pushed. That wheelchair is the thing that has stayed with me the longest in my life. Back

then, we all called Boss Chang "Dad." My daily routine consisted of being pushed to the bustling city center early in the morning, dumped on the ground, and then picked up again in the evening.

My name at that time was "Crippled," which was a compliment. Because "Crippled" could still walk, but I was completely disabled, and lying on the street attracted a lot of attention, so my income was always good, and I was always favored by Dad.
Until I met Xiu'er.

Xiu'er was brought home by Dad when I was ten years old. She was about my age, and although she couldn't speak or hear, her eyes shone brightly, and she was very lovable. At least, I knew I liked this girl the moment I saw her.

Even now, those big eyes are still bright and clear, staring intently at me, but I guess she doesn't recognize me. After all, the cripple back then was just a child, but the current Cripple King is a fierce-looking man covered in scars.

"

What are you standing there for? Is this how you greet someone?"

Xiu'er couldn't hear Boss Zhou's words, but they had a more direct way of communicating. That hairy hand left Xiu'er's long hair and slapped her bottom hard. Xiu'er immediately understood, taking a step forward and kneeling before me.

I don't know how long it takes to train a deaf-mute person to be so intuitive with physical commands, but I know that Xiu'er's obedience to Boss Zhou makes me incredibly heartbroken, and also, furious.

I brushed away Xiu'er's small hand reaching for my crotch, and Boss Zhou's face immediately darkened.

"Is Mr. Wang not satisfied with this gift?"

"Satisfied, of course I'm satisfied." Even though it seemed like we were on equal footing, I didn't think I really had the ability to provoke him. "It's just that there are too many people here."

"Hahahaha!" Mr. Zhou seemed to have heard a funny joke. "I've heard that Crippled Wang is

righteous, especially when it comes to women. If he has his own flesh, his brothers will have their soup, so he never hides it. Why are you talking about too many people today?" He paused, glancing at Xiu'er: "I understand, it's because our little Fengxian looks pitiful, and Mr. Wang took pity on her, right? Hehe... Let me tell you, although this girl looks like a fairy, deep down, she's more despicable than a prostitute..."

The lower class loves to bully the lower class, using it to make themselves feel superior, but it's just self-deception. I understand this principle, yet I'm addicted to it.

Disreputable people doing disreputable things has nothing to do with me or whether we have money or not. It's only exciting and thrilling to use one's true identity to oppress others. So, in this old warehouse, Crippled King frequently summoned the city's most famous prostitutes to engage in shameful, communal sex.

Those prostitutes, of course, didn't want to, but once they stepped through those doors, their lives were no longer their own. From the former cripple to today's Crippled King, though it sounds like only one word has changed, that one word carries far too much infamy. I am the tyrant of the city; few dare to mess with me. Those prostitutes dare not, nor do the people behind them.
But few don't mean no one. We've also stumbled upon things we shouldn't have, things all shrouded in the name of Director Zhou.

Therefore, although I've never met Director Zhou, we already have a grudge. Today, he won't let me remain high and mighty in his presence forever.

Publicly harassing prostitutes isn't difficult for me. With one leg shorter than others, even with my illustrious reputation, I'm still just a cripple. If it really came down to a fight, I'm afraid I couldn't even defeat a woman. But the imposing, crippled King couldn't tell his brothers that he couldn't handle a prostitute, so from the very first time he slept with a woman, he placed himself under their watchful eyes.

He used their numbers to mask his weakness.

They assumed I enjoyed this kind of thing and that it was a good show to watch, so they never objected, and it became a habit.
Therefore, this woman in the brothel today was just like any other prostitute in their eyes—someone they could have their share of.

Only, this prostitute used to be called Xiu'er.

Xiu'er IV

. When Xiu'er reached for my crotch again, Boss Zhou stared at my face silently. I didn't stop her, nor did I dare show even the slightest unusual expression.

Anyone can be brave once in their life, and that one act of bravery can change their entire life. However, it doesn't mean that after that act of bravery, they will no longer be a coward.

Xiu'er unzipped my pants. My lower garments were only for covering my shame; there was nothing else besides a single pair of trousers. She probably hadn't expected to see my penis so quickly and was slightly startled.
I felt a rare bit embarrassed. I'm considered a big shot in this warehouse, but being a big shot doesn't necessarily mean everything is big. Broken Hand once joked that the women I've slept with will never be loose, so I naturally didn't care.
The feeling of ejaculation is pretty much the same for all men; the size of the penis is something women should care about.
But when facing Xiu'er, I really hoped she'd pull a big thing out of my pants, not a short, smelly thing that hadn't been washed in ages.

Boss Zhou, seeing I wasn't going to slap him anymore, glanced at my crotch and turned to sit down, coldly observing. Xiu'er pulled down my pants, stroked my penis a couple of times, then lowered her head and opened her mouth to take it in.

It wasn't that I hadn't seen her making love with men before, but this was the first time I'd seen her swallow a man's penis, and the owner of that penis was me. Even with all my pretense, the pleasure at that moment made me give myself away, and I let out a muffled groan.

*Gulp!

* Broken Hand swallowed, grinned sheepishly, and took a step forward. My heart tightened.

The crippled king's women were only for his one-handed brother's pleasure; after they were done, they were handed over to his other brothers—a routine he'd maintained for years. I wanted to stop him, but I didn't know how to begin. Xiu'er's mouth tightened, and I gasped. The one remaining hand of the crippled brother landed on Xiu'er's shoulder.

Xiu'er wore a long white dress; when she knelt, the hem spread out on the floor. The neckline drooped slightly, revealing
glimpses of her breasts. From my angle, I could see clearly, but the crippled brother couldn't, yet he was more direct. His left hand slid down her shoulder and into Xiu'er's collar. I saw the outline of a hand bulge on the thin fabric, moving down without stopping, covering Xiu'er's full breasts, then changing shape, kneading and squeezing. Xiu'er's breasts were being attacked, but she remained unmoved, her attention focused only on my penis, just as unaffected by my stench before.

My heart was half fire, half ice. The fire was kindled by Xiuer, because her skill in pleasing men with her small mouth surpassed that of any woman I had ever encountered. A few gentle blows and caresses from her delicate hands and fragrant lips brought me an unprecedented pleasure; the ice was also frozen by Xiuer, because the woman I once saw as pure and innocent now acted as if it were nothing, even a prostitute wouldn't do it, without the slightest reluctance. When my father brought

Xiuer

home, I had just returned from begging. He brought Xiuer to me, pointed at me, and then gestured a bunch of things towards her. I didn't understand, but I saw Xiuer nod.

"You, take good care of her from now on, teach her more!"

he said to me, and I nodded like her.

After that, we became very close, but only after returning to the warehouse at night. During the day, we each had our own territory and didn't interfere with each other.

Xiu'er couldn't hear me, and I couldn't understand her sign language, so we spent more time looking at each other. I don't know how she felt, but I was content with this, no, content, but actually, I could never get enough of looking at her. Two whole years wasn't enough.

Although Xiu'er was clever and cute, to outsiders she was just a disheveled little girl. Pretending to be deaf and mute is the easiest thing to do, so not everyone believed she was a disabled girl. She couldn't earn much for her father.
Two years didn't show much improvement in me, this cripple, but it was enough for Xiu'er to gradually grow into a graceful young woman, beginning her transformation from a little girl into a young lady. She became more and more attractive to me.

I started to want to say something to her. Not the clumsy gestures I usually used, but something in a language she could understand.

But, I couldn't utter a word, just like now.

Xiuer took my penis deep into her mouth, sucking it tightly, while the man with the broken hand kneaded and squeezed her breasts hard. Boss Zhou remained calm and composed, his smile enigmatic, while the brothers made no attempt to hide their lewd expressions, swallowing hard and waiting for their turn.

I knew I couldn't hold out much longer; Xiuer's fingers and lips were incredibly agile, and within moments I was already itching to ejaculate. The man with the broken hand, no longer satisfied with this superficial touch, withdrew his hand.

With only his left hand, he couldn't tear Xiuer's clothes open like the other men, but he always carried a dagger, which he would twirl and sharpen whenever he had a spare moment. It was incredibly sharp, capable of cutting through a hair, perfect for slicing through a woman's clothes.

Seeing the blade in the man with the broken hand, the brothers knew the real show was about to begin and started cheering loudly. Boss Zhou remained unmoved, Xiuer continued her sucking and swallowing, and I remained hesitant.

Her long, satin-black hair was parted to one side, revealing a zipper on the back of her dress, running from the nape of her neck down her back. The severed hand ignored it, the blade probing into her dress from the side of her white neck, then turning and lifting the thin fabric.

The blade continued to rise, concealing the view of her chest, revealing her bare back cinched by a thin bra strap. I stared intently, bewildered yet secretly hopeful.

*Swoosh!*

The thin fabric finally succumbed to the sharpness of the blade, tearing open with a soft sound. The tear spread from top to bottom, extending down to her lower back as the fabric loosened, leaving the upper half of her sleeveless white dress hanging over her shoulders, exposing a large expanse of her snow-white back to everyone's gaze.

*Suck...suck...suck...*

Xiu'er, seemingly unfazed, sucked on my penis with smacking sounds.

*Hiss...hiss...*

The severed hand's blade continued, tearing more fabric from Xiu'er's shoulder. Her upper body clothing finally slumped limply away, revealing Xiu'er's exquisitely white upper body, completely exposed except for a bra.
"Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho..."

The brothers, seeing the severed hand's blade slowly move towards the thin strap, spontaneously and uniformly cheered meaninglessly. The severed hand chuckled, the blade already embedded between the strap and her bare back.

My gaze was fixed on Xiu'er's full, snowy breasts, more than half-exposed by her bra. My heart pounded, my penis throbbed as if it would burst, and I couldn't resist reaching out to caress them.
But the cheers snapped me out of my daze.

I knew Xiu'er was just a prostitute now, I knew she had experienced countless such scenes of exposure, and that's why she was still serving me so diligently under these circumstances. I knew everything, but at that moment, I couldn't control myself.

"Get out of my way!"

Just as the severed hand's blade slowly spun, about to sever the thin ribbon, I straightened up and shoved him away forcefully. The force was so great that I almost tumbled off my wheelchair.

The crowd fell silent, everyone's face showing astonishment. Xiu'er finally raised her head.

The severed hand stared at me in surprise for a long while, then retreated dejectedly. I was the boss here; outsiders wouldn't disobey me.

"Boss Zhou, this woman is mine!"

I had no time to spare, pulling Xiu'er up to my side, facing the still-smiling Boss Zhou.

"Boss Wang, I only brought Xiao Fengxian here today to amuse you, not as a gift."

He refused without hesitation.

"I don't want a month's commission, I'll trade you for this woman!"

Xiu'er's hand trembled slightly in my grasp. She didn't understand what we were talking about; this girl, faced with this sudden situation, looked pitifully helpless.

I wanted to protect her, but I couldn't ask for more. The brothers might risk a month's profit for a woman, but anything more would be tantamount to disregarding the lives of others. I knew they wouldn't accept it; unscrupulous people don't have much sense of morality.

"Boss Wang, I'm sorry, but this woman is priceless!"

Boss Zhou was still smiling, but his tone was firm. I didn't say anything more, gripping Xiu'er's hand tightly.

"Hey, even heroes can't resist a beautiful woman! I never expected Boss Wang to be such a womanizer. It seems bringing Xiao Fengxian here today was a mistake." After a moment of stalemate, Boss Zhou shook his head and smiled bitterly. "Fine, since it's my fault, then I, Zhou, should take responsibility. But Xiao Fengxian really can't be given away."

He lowered his head and pondered for a moment, then raised his head again: "Three days! I'll still give you the profit share, and I'll give you Xiao Fengxian for three days. For these three days, she's Boss Wang's woman. You can do whatever you want with her. To put it bluntly, as long as you keep that pretty face and keep her alive, I won't interfere with anything else. After three days, I'll take her away,
and no one is allowed to say anything then. Boss Wang, business is important. Don't let a whore make you lose your temper!"

His word "whore" was incredibly harsh, but I knew he was telling the truth, and I knew he wouldn't make any more concessions.
Feeling the small hand in my palm, already slightly damp, a mixture of our sweat, I gritted my teeth and agreed.

"Boss Wang, allow me to offer a word of advice," Boss Zhou said to me as I was leaving. "When we bought Xiao Fengxian, one of my brothers said: 'This woman is so beautiful, she'll probably become a menace sooner or later. Either get rid of her quickly, or don't treat her like a human being.' For years, I've kept those words in mind, always treating her like a lovable, silent bitch. But I never expected Boss Wang to still hurt our brotherhood over her. Some love power, some love beauty—I won't elaborate on that—but I advise Boss Wang to prioritize the important things and not become a victim of her charms!"

Xiuer Liu

said, "Sorry about what happened earlier, it was my fault, brother." Zhou After the boss left, I apologized to the man with the broken hand first, then looked around at the other brothers present. "No matter how long this woman stays here, none of you can touch her. In all these years, I've never forced you to do anything, but this time, I hope you can all give me face. As for Xiu... Xiao Fengxian, all the expenses for going out to brothels or bringing girls back for fun will be on me, as my apology to you brothers!"

As I expected, I couldn't get the fat meat in my mouth, and my so-called apology didn't elicit a very enthusiastic response from everyone. However, since it was the cripple Wang who said this, they still responded sparsely. The man with the broken hand didn't say much either, just snorted and called a few brothers to play cards.

As the crowd gradually dispersed, disappearing into different rooms of the abandoned factory, I finally spoke to Xiuer in sign language, "Push me back."

The person who used to push me to the city every day was called Chaozi, a few years older than me. He wasn't disabled, but he had been with my father the longest; if we were to compare him to a beggar, he was practically an elder among us.

Chaozi was quite talkative, never lonely on the way there or back. I learned everything about the world besides begging—about women, about the future—from him.

Chaozi didn't beg, so unlike us, he didn't dress in rags. He always dressed neatly because he had a girl he liked. Sometimes, if I earned a lot that day, he would discuss with me about cutting some to buy gifts for that girl.

You could say Chaozi owed me a favor, or you could say I held leverage over him. So one day when I told Chaozi I wanted to go somewhere else, he hesitated but didn't refuse. Chaozi

took me to the cheapest school for the deaf and mute in the city to learn sign language—one day begging, one day studying. After deducting a portion of the money she earned from begging for tuition, she had to divide the day's earnings into two parts and return them to her father.
Her father had said she was smart and learned things very quickly. So, I was soon able to have simple conversations with Xiu'er, and during that time, our understanding of each other deepened.

Xiu'er wasn't an orphan, and no congenital disability was found at birth; she was simply disliked by her family because she was a girl. But when her parents gradually discovered that she was deaf and mute, that dislike turned into an unwillingness to see her. So, Xiu'er was sold to another father in the city, and later, after that father retired, she was resold here.

Xiu'er said that the happiest time of her life was when that father sent her to learn sign language. There were many children like her there, but none of them were as smart or as pretty as her, so she was the teacher's favorite. Unfortunately, because she was so popular, one teacher inquired about her living conditions and tried to rescue her. Xiu'er didn't know the specific outcome, but in any case, she never went back to school.

秀儿说她喜欢学校，喜欢有那么多孩子的地方，她希望有一天可以回到学校去，最好是学会了说话也能听到声音以后，到正常的学校里去，像大街上那些孩子一样过上一个正常的童年。可是，没有人带她去医院，也没有人告诉她她能不能治好，更不会有人送她去读书，给她一份想要的生活。

那天我看着她水灵灵的眼睛，按耐不住自己的双手，想要向她比出我刚刚学会的手语。

那一句「我喜欢你」。

可是，我们的谈话被暴怒的老爹打断了。他酒气冲天，浑身都散发着可怕的气息，在得知我今天上交的钱又寥寥无几时终于彻底放弃了对我的宠爱。在我还沉浸在秀儿勾画的美好幻想中时，身体就被从轮椅里提了起来，然后重重扔到地上。

以前不是没挨过揍，但那一次真是最为可怖的一回，在拳打脚踢间我一度怀疑自己会就这样被活活打死，然后，秀儿冲过来抱住了老爹的腿。

The frail girl lacked the strength to hold back a burly adult man, but Xiu'er's actions truly saved my life. When my father grabbed her by the collar and threw her aside, her tattered clothes couldn't withstand the tearing, and large pieces of fabric fell away.

Xiu'er was twelve years old that year; although her body hadn't yet developed, her tender young body possessed a unique allure. In his frenzied state, when my father saw Xiu'er's still flat chest and those two slightly protruding nipples, the anger in his eyes instantly transformed into something else.

I wasn't beaten again, but I experienced the most agonizing moment of my life. I watched as my father brutally tore Xiu'er's clothes into shreds, and then, as her delicate, youthful body writhed and frantically tried to escape, my father picked her up, hoisted her onto his shoulder, and slammed her heavily onto the table.

That heavy fall rendered Xiu'er powerless. The pain was so intense she could barely breathe, her body stiff and unable to move. Her mouth gaped open, struggling to breathe, tears streaming from her eyes. Then, her tightly closed lower body was forcibly pried open, and her father's large penis, without any lubrication, brutally entered her, extinguishing all the light in her bright eyes…
Xiu'er

couldn't cry out in pain, nor could she beg for mercy. She could only utter the gurgling sounds a deaf-mute girl could produce, enduring her father's merciless thrusts. The blood between her legs was glaringly red, staining my eyes and becoming the nightmare that haunted me for the next decade.

I was ridiculously weak and powerless then. Without my wheelchair, I could only crawl towards them with my bare hands, my useless body propelled by my father's frantic, rapid pace. Compared to his frantic efforts, I was as slow as a snail, as weak as an insect. Each time I barely touched his ankle, he kicked me away. I rolled over, tried again, and was kicked away again…
Finally, my father's foot struck my temple, and I passed out…

Perhaps I should be grateful for that kick; otherwise, my life would have collapsed that day.

When I woke up, my father had already gone back to his house to sleep. Only Xiu'er was curled up beside me, sobbing softly.
Her body was haphazardly covered with tattered cloth, and the blood and grime between her legs was a horrifying sight. I struggled to crawl to her side, reaching out to comfort her, but the moment my fingers touched the back of her hand, she recoiled in panic.
At that moment, I didn't know what else I could do, and I collapsed to the ground, sobbing loudly.

Xiuer told me that in her last meeting with the teacher at the school for the deaf and mute, the teacher told her to live well, and when she grew up, to marry a good husband who could take good care of her, and never to recall those days again. When she said this to me, I desperately hoped that good husband would be me, but when I lay on the ground, my mouth full of tears and blood mixed with the metallic smell of dirt, I knew I could never pull her out of this shadow…

I don’t remember how long we cried that day, only that later Xiuer patted my shoulder and told me to lift my head. Then, she stretched out one hand, waving it a few times, palm up, and slowly moved it to her eyes, sliding it down twice, placing the back of her hand under her chin, then pointing at me with her index finger. She stretched her hand out again, palm down, and slowly raised it, bending her index finger to tap her other palm before extending it upwards, keeping her thumb still, bending her four fingers twice, and slowly bringing her hands together. Then, she pointed her fingers at herself.

I will always remember what she said to me, but I have never done it.

After that day, Xiuer never went out begging again. She stayed in this dilapidated place every day, at her father's beck and call, to satisfy his lust. Her father said that if I did what I did that night again, he would beat me to death.

He must have said more than just that, because occasionally when I came back and saw Xiuer naked, pinned to the table or the floor, and I couldn't resist rushing towards her, Xiuer would always give me a look, signaling me to calm down, signaling me not to forget what she had said that day.

Now, I still remember those words, but she has forgotten me.

Xiuer, guided by me, led me into the room. It wasn't much cleaner than outside, but she didn't mind. She silently made the bed, then pushed me to the bedside and asked me in sign language:

"On the chair, or on the bed?"

She didn't ask why I knew sign language; perhaps in her eyes now, it wasn't something a prostitute should ask.

"Leave him, come with me!"

I didn't answer her, but gestured firmly to her.

The Crippled King wasn't a respectable man, and the woman who followed me wouldn't be respectable either, but now I only wanted to keep her by my side.

"Why?"

she asked me.

"I'll send you to school and find you a good husband!"

I told her, and then she smiled and shook her head, taking off her bra, the only thing left on her upper body.

After more than ten years, her breasts had developed beautifully, so much so that any man would find it hard to resist such a rare treasure. However, the desire that Xiu'er had aroused in me vanished completely at that moment, and I stubbornly sought an answer from her.

But she, who was compliant in everything, insisted on refusing this one thing.

"Why?" This time I asked the question, and before she could answer, I gestured rapidly, "Although I don't have his status or power, I can give you a different life, I can help you escape from your current situation!"

She looked at me in surprise, and after a long while, she laughed silently. She said "thank you," and then said to me, "I'm almost thirty. This kind of life won't last much longer. I don't have the strength to run away anymore. I also hope to meet a good man in the future who can accept everything about me, but, I'm sorry, that person isn't you." " 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　Why

?"

I asked, unwilling to give up. She paused, hesitated, and finally said to me,

"Because you're just like him, you're both bad people." 　　At that time, although I was still very young, I knew that people in this world couldn't be simply divided into good and bad people. But Xiu'er was different. In her eyes, the world was simple: I was a good person, and her father was a bad person, she said. 　　"What if a good person does bad things for good purposes, or a bad person does good things for bad purposes?" 　　I asked her. She blinked and thought for a long time, then simply ignored me. 　　Actually, I didn't have an answer to that question either; I was just deliberately making things difficult for her out of momentary resentment. Children like us are destined to suffer, no matter what kind of suffering it is. The more we suffer, the more it becomes a habit. 　　Xiuer eventually emerged from the shadow of that day and gradually adapted to the fact that she was now her father's woman. After being used by her father to vent his desires and then discarded, she no longer hid and cried, but could calmly get dressed and come to talk to me. 　　I don't know if she had any untold suffering in her heart, but I felt a little resentful, or rather, very resentful. If I am a good person and my father is a bad person, then why can the good person only try to heal the wounds left by the bad person's violence, without any power to resist? 　　I also have no answer to this question, just like countless other questions before: Why was I born a cripple? Why could my parents so cruelly abandon me? Why am I unable to protect Xiuer? So many questions, and none of them have answers. 　　One day, Chaozi pushed me out very early. That day, he grabbed a wooden stick and, as we passed a store, suddenly rushed up and smashed all its windows, then pushed me away. 　　We ran a long way before stopping. He was too tired to speak, but sat on the ground and laughed heartily. 　　"Do you know why I smashed his window? Because my girlfriend told me that she used to be neighbors with this family when she was little, and their kids always bullied her!" 　　That day I understood. To love someone is to feel the pain they've suffered, even when they no longer care, still lingering deep in my heart. 　　When I went back that day, I didn't see Xiu'er. People told me that my father had sold Xiu'er because a very rich and powerful man in the city wanted to keep a pretty young girl for fun. 　　"Hey, don't be sad, life goes on," 　　Chaozi patted my shoulder to comfort me, his words carrying a deeper meaning. I suddenly realized that maybe he didn't take me out so early just to smash windows. 　　A year later, when my father again grabbed me by the collar, lifting me from my wheelchair into the air and yelling at me, I slit his throat with the razor blade in my hand. 　　He gushed blood from his neck, covering my face and body in a bright red spray. But that bright red was nothing compared to the glaring sight between Xiu'er's legs that night. 　　Then, with Chaozi's support, I went from being a cripple to becoming the King of Cripples. 　　Actually, my surname isn't Wang; nobody knows what it is. I just used that title because it sounds more imposing, nothing more. 　　I hadn't thought about the future before, but after meeting Xiuer, I started to think about it. By the time I finally figured out a future, Xiuer had already left. I don't know if the other children in this warehouse had any thoughts about the future, or if it's right for a child destined to suffer to think about these things. But when I thought about the future Xiuer talked about, and when she said I was a good person, I decided to do something different from my father. 　　To be honest, it was still begging; there was no reform involved. The only difference was that the King of Cripples didn't try to keep anyone. Anyone could leave if they wanted, whether they wanted to continue begging or find another way to make a living. As long as they wanted to leave the factory, the King of Cripples wouldn't force them to stay. 　　There are many people in this world who don't want to be beggars, and many who are forced into begging. I can take them in, but I leave them the right to dream about the future. 　　Chaozi was the first to leave. After helping me get back on my feet, he told me he was leaving to get married and have children. He said that to live a decent life, one must first become a decent person, regardless of whether one has money or not. Therefore, all the previous "fathers" lived in this factory, afraid that the outside world would make them forget who they were. 　　I'm not old enough for my brothers to call me "father," but I know I may never be decent in this life. 　　That knife, decisive and ruthless in others' eyes, only I know it was long overdue, and that belated time was filled with my cowardice. 　　I once thought I would never have a chance to make amends, but now, Xiu'er is in front of me, yet she rejects me. 　　I said: I'm a cripple. 　　She said: I know. 　　Thirteen years later, our reunion, neither of us had forgotten the other, but there was no joy that should accompany a reunion. 　　Actually, we had never agreed to meet again… 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　Xiu'er 　　helped me onto the bed, stubbornly stripped naked and climbed on top, then stubbornly stripped mine naked as well. 　　I guessed right; one-on-one, I couldn't even beat a prostitute. 　　She didn't mind my filth, licking my entire body with her tongue. I remembered what Boss Zhou said before leaving: "Treat her like a cute, silent bitch." 　　Xiu'er's long hair tickled my body, but my heart itched even more. I felt I shouldn't succumb to her teasing at this moment, but I should resolutely tell her everything. However, she didn't look up, not giving me a chance to speak to her. Then, when her mouth took my penis in again, I chose to surrender. 　　Strangely enough, for more than ten years, whenever I thought of Xiu'er, besides regret, I had many fantasies, such as becoming the good husband she hoped for, curing her disability, and having a bunch of little babies... many, many things, but I never had the idea of being intimate with her in bed. 　　Now, I see her again as if in a dream, and all we can do is this thing I never thought of. 　　Xiu'er and I made love for the first time when she was riding on top of me with her back to me, and I was inserting my penis into her vagina.

Her back was white, her waist slender, and her plump buttocks formed a stunningly beautiful curve. With each rise and fall, her long hair flew wildly, and with each impact of flesh, her buttocks bounced against my lower abdomen. As she thrust and swayed, her hands constantly caressed my useless legs.
I looked at her back, unsure whether she was lost in passion or simply absent-minded. I only knew that there was something I had kept bottled up inside for over a decade.

I also knew that she chose to turn her back to me because she hoped I wouldn't tell her anything.

We made love from day to night that day, and I don't even remember how many times I ejaculated inside Xiu'er.
She didn't turn on the light that night, just nestled against me in the darkness.

Without light, we couldn't communicate. Perhaps that was what she wanted, because we were two people living in darkness.

Seven days is too short; I couldn't let myself succumb to desire alone. So, early the next morning, I held Xiu'er down, forcing her to watch me finish what I had to say.

"I'm already living in the present, why are you still dwelling on the past?"

She watched me gesture quietly, then said this.

"Because of what you said to me!"

I couldn't believe she had really become like this, couldn't believe she was truly indifferent. Because I knew that an indifferent person had no need to run away.

Xiu'er stared at me blankly, the light in her eyes flickering slightly, but ultimately extinguished.

"What did I say to you? I forgot."

If you forgot, why could you recognize me as a cripple at first glance?

If you forgot, why did you avoid my words so much?

If you forgot, why did I feel as if I saw you thirteen years ago just now?

I didn't say any of these words to her, because after she finished speaking, she put on her clothes and ran out. I am a cripple who has difficulty even getting into a wheelchair without help, watching her suffer, yet powerless to stop her, a feeling that has never changed in the past ten years.

Xiu'er 10

I finally managed to move my body into the wheelchair, but when I went out, I didn't see Xiu'er, only a few brothers eavesdropping at a door with ill intentions.

That door led to the room with the missing hand.

Seeing me come out, the group awkwardly dispersed. One of them even knocked on the door and called out, "Brother Broken Hand, the boss's up, looking for you!"

I wasn't looking for Broken Hand. However, under the rule of the Crippled King who didn't keep anyone, I hadn't had any other trusted confidants besides Broken Hand all these years. On the contrary, he loved gambling and drinking, and he was very familiar with both new and old brothers.

Someone once said: "The Crippled King is the king, Broken Hand is the emperor." But I didn't care about that, because we were brothers, there was no such thing as king or emperor.

The door opened after a while, and Broken Hand walked out while buttoning his shirt. He walked up to me and casually asked, "Big Brother, you were looking for me?"

"Who's in there?"

I remembered Boss Zhou's advice when he left, but I still couldn't soften my voice.
"A whore,"

Broken Hand replied. Then, Xiu'er came out, her face flushed and her clothes disheveled.

"Damn it, forgot this woman can't hear!" Broken Hand spat before explaining to me, "Boss, you only said the brothers shouldn't touch her, but you didn't say I should kick her out if she came knocking on my door first thing in the morning!"
Is this your choice? Thirteen years ago I made you give up hope, and thirteen years later you want me to give up hope again?
I looked at Xiu'er, who smiled sweetly at me.

"It's alright, I just wanted to tell you, and everyone else, that for the next three days, this woman, as long as she's willing, you can do whatever you want."

I said, turning the armrest of my wheelchair. You want it this way, I'll give it to you, but...

"Holy crap! Really?"

Broken Hand shouted joyfully, and the joy of several brothers was also overflowing. Two of them even ran directly to Xiu'er's side, seemingly wanting to be the first to offer their congratulations.

"Really. We brothers are bound together by life and death, what does a woman matter?"

I rarely said such things to my brothers, but this one came from the bottom of my heart. The cripple became the King of Cripples, all because of Xiu'er. Now, to keep Xiuer, all of this is worth abandoning.

"Hey, boss, you're really loyal! I knew you were right! Let me tell you, I always said the women you've been with will never be loose down there. I just tried it again, and it's fucking tight, just like yesterday before you fucked me..."
Every word from the severed hand's voice was like a thorn, but I ignored him. Making the decision was easy, but when I turned around and saw a guy with his filthy hand on Xiuer's butt, I unconsciously quickened my movements.
For three days, Xiuer stayed with me at night, and during the day, she moved from room to room.

The amulet will arrive in a few days. With this, the brothers won't have to beg for a while, and they'll have plenty of time to enjoy themselves. However, they don't know that what they're getting from Xiuer's body now is compensation for being sent to the gates of hell by me in three days.

Every time Xiuer came back, she was filthy, and her vagina was filled with semen that she couldn't seem to empty.
She brought a lot of birth control pills with her when she left, seemingly prepared for everything she had been through, which made me even more curious about her life over the years.

"Nothing special, just like before, getting fucked."

Her expression was chillingly calm, just as chillingly practiced as the way she took the pills.
"Aren't you afraid of getting a disease?"

I couldn't help but ask her, somewhat ironically.

"So what if I get one? I'm not necessarily cleaner than you guys,"

she replied.

I suddenly had a feeling that this woman was destroying herself. I couldn't believe that a woman who had lived the same life for thirteen years and was still intact had such thoughts from the beginning.

In those thirteen years, even the most regretful cripple Wang hadn't thought of destroying himself, except when he saw Xiu'er again.
Xiu'er, eleven

days... Three days are both short and long. In any case, the time finally came to see Boss Zhou again.

"Let me put it this way, Xiao Fengxian has served me very well these past three days, and she's also served the brothers very well.
Boss Zhou, name your price, no matter how much, we're taking this woman!"

Three days ago, if I had said this, the brothers would probably have fought tooth and nail to object, but three days later, not a single one raised an objection.

"Boss Wang, I thought you listened to what I said last time."

Boss Zhou's face was gloomy, but there seemed to be no anger in his eyes, which made me think that perhaps things wouldn't turn out so badly.

"Boss Zhou, I didn't miss a single word you said last time. You said that some people love power, some people love beauty, and beggars don't consider themselves cut out for building power, so everyone here is someone who loves beauty, brothers, don't you agree?"

There weren't many people present today, but compared to Boss Zhou and his two companions, their combined shouts were quite impressive. But that was all. The power behind him was boundless, while I had laid everything bare.

My heart was cold, but my brothers' faces were warm. I should be thankful they were all foolish, enjoying the audacity of challenging the legitimate world. Perhaps some foresaw the outcome, but it wouldn't change anything.

"Boss Wang, I only have one question: are we still doing business?" "

Keep Xiao Fengxian, business continues. Take Xiao Fengxian away, Boss Zhou, find someone else!"

One sentence had driven both sides into a dead end. My hand gripped the armrest of my wheelchair tightly.

"Is there a third way?"

Boss Zhou looked around, his expression no longer as cold as before.

"A third way, neither of us wants to take."

I sneered at him.

"I think we should choose the third way."

Boss Wang sighed and turned away.

There were many things I didn't understand in his words, and his behavior seemed strange to me, but I knew things had progressed to the worst possible point, so I pulled my hand out from under the armrest.

This gun was something Broken Hand had gotten for me, saying that if he wasn't around one day, I'd have a means of self-defense. It hadn't been used all these years, and no one except Broken Hand knew of its existence.

I knew that once I fired, there would be no turning back; the Beggars' Clan brothers, and I, would all face a path of no return. But, in these three days, thirteen years had finally gained meaning. As long as I could protect Xiu'er, nothing else mattered.

I didn't love the throne, nor did I love beauty; I only loved Xiu'er.

But I didn't raise my gun.

When Xiu'er pushed me away, my hand was only halfway up when I fell to the ground, wheelchair and all.
That fatal glint of light left a deep gash on her fair arm.

In that instant, I suddenly understood many things, but there was no time to think them through. Because the severed hand's knife was so fast, Xiu'er's push had little effect, only giving me a little time to realize what was happening.

I had seen the severed hand fight countless times, and I had marveled countless times at the exquisite and domineering way he sliced through the skin with the blade, but only today did I truly understand the deeper meaning that knife brought: coldness, fear.

Perhaps, and a little bit of relief.

Although I knew that if she hadn't known beforehand that the severed hand was going to attack, Xiu'er would definitely not have been able to push me away before he made his move. But I also knew that even that night, she had never cried so bitterly as she did now.

The scene in front of me gradually became blurry. I could vaguely see Boss Zhou rushing up to Xiu'er and slapping her hard across the face, then yelling something at her. Although I couldn't hear him, I wanted to call him an idiot. She's deaf, what's the use of yelling at her?

But it didn't matter anymore. The coldness flowed out of my body with my blood, painting a bright red picture before my eyes. I could almost see again the horrifying blood between Xiuer's legs that night, and the way she patted my shoulder, waved at me, palm up, slowly moving to my eyes, sliding down twice, the back of her hand under her chin, then pointing at me with her index finger. Her palm was up again, palm down, slowly rising, her index finger tapping her other palm before reaching upwards, thumb still, four fingers twitching twice, her hands slowly coming together, then her fingers pointing to herself.

She said: "Don't cry. When you grow up, you can protect me."
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