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Einer absolutely didn't want his cake to encounter the dirty dust from the floor, so he slapped Chris' hand away and gave Chris a little shock.

"Oh wow, look what this loser do." Chris hit Einer’s head, slapped his face to fell. “Do you just slap my hand? How dare you! Who do you think you are, huh?”

Anton kicked Einer, stopping him to stood up.

“A boy who came to this place with pity, how dare you touch Chris with your dirty hands!"

"Chris, you need to wash your hands with soap or Routa's stench will follow your body. You don't want the smell of the slum to stick to you, do you?" said Sam, Chris's friend.

"Shit! I'm going to take a shower after this." Chris looked so annoyed. "I'm going to clean my body so I don't smell like an orphan from the rundown Routa!"

Chris left Einer who still had nothing to say. After they left, Einer picked up the cake and tried to fix it a little. He was angry that Chris had ruined his cake, but didn't have the power to fight back since he ha
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