The biting winter wind,
Like the roar of a wild beast,
It whizzed past through the cracks in the dilapidated wooden windows of the orphanage.
The night, which was originally quite peaceful,
But this was disrupted by a sudden change.
A rusty old car,
It stopped abruptly at the entrance of the orphanage.
A screeching sound of brakes rang out.
The wheels made a squeaking noise as they rubbed against the ground.
It shattered the silence of the night.
Two people of different heights and builds
Men dressed in various styles stepped out of the car.
They carried an ominous aura.
Leading the way was a thin, blond-haired white man.
He was wearing a dirty leather jacket.
A cunning glint flashed in his sinister blue eyes.
The corners of her mouth curved slightly upwards.
With a chilling smile,
Under the moonlight, it appeared unusually distorted and grotesque.
His lips were chapped, and he kept licking his teeth.
His gaze wandered, like a hungry wolf ready to pounce on its prey, greedy and lewd.
Following behind him was a short, stout Black man.
His skin was as black as charcoal, and he wore a large black coat.
It almost completely covered his obese body, and his face also carried a fierce expression.
He looked up.
A hideous skull was tattooed on his thick neck.
He complained as he awkwardly slung a long spear wrapped in black cloth over his back.
His eyes were filled with violence.
As the two got out of the car, they both looked around warily, but they both overlooked a tiny presence.
That small figure,
They were already standing in front of them.
They were watching their movements.
It was as if they were waiting for their arrival.
The two then noticed that
Under the dim light of the streetlights,
Standing in front of the orphanage,
He was a boy who looked very young, yet was exceptionally refined.
His skin was as white as the moon.
Under the dim light of the streetlights at night,
The silvery-white pupils seemed to radiate light.
Like the stars in the night sky, deep and serene.
In his hand he held an inconspicuous black tree branch.
"Hey buddy, give me two minutes!"
The white man looked at the boy standing before him, his smile originally malicious...
It twisted instantly, as if transforming into a disgusting maggot.
His voice sounded greasy and evil, like a whisper from hell.
"Such a handsome little boy! I can't wait any longer, let me have some fun!"
His gaze swept over Moen's body, and his tone was filled with lust.
The black man standing to the side,
He sighed silently.
Leaning his back against the wrecked car door,
It seemed as if he had no interest in paying attention to his lustful companion.
He glanced at his partner's lower body, making no attempt to hide his disgust: "Hurry up, don't keep me waiting too long, don't delay my work."
After saying that,
He skillfully lit a cigarette.
He took a greedy drag, and wisps of smoke slowly curled around his fierce face.
The white man gave a lewd laugh, his eyes gleaming with disgust.
He approached Moen, who was standing at the door holding a "twig," like a hungry wolf.
His pace quickened, and his gaze grew increasingly ferocious.
"Little friend, Uncle has a game to play with you! Come here! Uncle will take you flying, okay?"
His voice also became unusually hoarse.
With each breath, you could see his yellow teeth peeking out of his mouth.
He raised his oil-stained hands,
It reached out towards Moen.
His smile grew increasingly grotesque, and his hands moved incessantly, seemingly trying to shoo away the mosquitoes swarming around Moen.
Just then,
A slightly worried voice sounded behind Moen: "Who are you! What do you want?"
It was a voice that had weathered many storms, yet it sounded incredibly kind.
The dean ran over.
He shielded Moen behind him.
His frail body, like a rock, blocked the white man's evil gaze.
She stared at the two tall men, her eyes burning with anger.
She doesn't want anyone to act recklessly in her "home"!
She wanted to protect her child.
"Dean, please go back to your room. I'm fine."
Moen spoke to the dean in a slightly childish tone.
His tone was calm as usual, yet it exuded a reassuring power.
The dean's anxious heart gradually calmed down, as if as long as he was there, all crises could be resolved.
"Moen, come back quickly! These people look dangerous!"
Although the dean was curious about Moen's superhuman strength, he also knew that he could not understand the existence of these mysterious powers.
But I also instinctively felt uneasy.
At this point, she was still very worried about Moen's safety.
after all,
The child in her eyes was still so innocent.
"Don't worry! I'm really fine!"
Moen smiled gently at the dean, as if soothing his anxious mother.
Just as the dean was about to stop Moen again, she suddenly noticed the "tree branch" that Moen was holding in his hand.
On that originally unremarkable wooden stick,
It even shimmered with a faint silver light.
That familiar silver light
She had seen it before.
That night, as Moen chased away those nasty rats for the children...
She witnessed it, and she will never forget it!
At this moment, he finally remembered that the child in front of him was no ordinary person.
He is a wizard with mysterious powers, capable of controlling forces beyond the control of ordinary people.
They are much stronger than themselves, and much stronger than these bad guys in front of them!
She was constantly worried about Moen's safety, but it was completely unnecessary. They were the ones who were truly vulnerable.
Her worries vanished, and she released Moen, swallowing back the concerns she was about to voice.
She took a deep breath and said firmly, "I understand. Be careful. Just don't hurt any innocent people."
Her tone was full of trust, and it also showed the responsibility and expectations of a great mother.
Since you've chosen to believe in your child, then believe in them unconditionally!
Upon hearing this, Moen nodded to the dean.
As if he had agreed to his elder's request, he turned his gaze back to the two uninvited guests and adopted a standard gentlemanly demeanor. "Yes, yes! Don't worry."
After receiving Moen's assurance,
The director then turned and went back into the orphanage.
She entrusted everything outside to her "child," whom she trusted implicitly.
At this moment, all she could do was wait!
"Damn it! What are you doing? Why did that old woman go back by herself?!"
The white man frowned as he watched the director turn back to the orphanage, his expression becoming even more ferocious, as if he sensed something was amiss.
His lips twitched slightly, and he began to feel wary of the unknown.
His eyes darted warily over Moen, trying to find something unusual about him.
He pulled out a pistol from his waist; the black barrel looked particularly sinister under the streetlights.
His expression turned frantic: "Why did the old woman go back by herself? Tell me now! What did she say to you! Don't make me angry! Otherwise, I'll kill you first! Then I'll go in and slowly plunder the junk money inside."
The white man pressed the gun firmly against Moen's chest, wanting to shatter the boy's pride and pretense in this way.
His inner turmoil grew increasingly intense.
The little boy who should have been afraid of them didn't show any fear or timidity in his eyes from beginning to end.
It seemed as if they were watching a play, scrutinizing themselves with a calm gaze.
This filled the white people with unease!
He knew that if he continued to delay, something unexpected might happen!
Therefore, he approached Moen even faster.
The finger was already on the trigger.
He has already made his plans.
If the little guy in front of him doesn't listen to him, pull the trigger immediately.