Special District 9 Chapter 113: Responsibility and Heritage

After being unconscious for several hours, Ma Lao-er finally woke up. After Qin Yu fed him some water, he turned to Uncle Ma and said, “I’ll leave you two be. I need to make some preparations.”

“Alright.” Old Ma nodded.

Qin Yu walked out of the room and closed the door shut before shouting, “Old Cat, Guan Qi, follow me upstairs. We’ll be taking a look at how we should proceed on.”

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Inside the room.

Old Ma sat by the side of the bed with his head lowered, not saying a word at all.

Ma Lao-er stared dazedly at the ceiling before asking with a raspy voice, “How is Zishu?”

“He’s fine,” Old Ma replied lightly.

Ma Lao-er closed his eyes. His lips trembled as he spoke on shakily, “Uncle, I was wrong… Zishu advised me before I took action, but I didn’t listen… In the end, Little Liu died, and we didn’t even manage to get Maozi’s body back… I… I really deserve to die!”

Under the dim lighting, for some reason, Old Ma’s arched figure looked particularly reliable. With a steady voice, he said, “Lao-er, there were three brothers in my generation, and I was the youngest. When we first entered Special District 9, we had nothing at all. So, your father took my second brother to steal the rations of others and dabble in all sorts of things so long as it brought food to the table. I was still young and immature then, and I lived my life off them. I spent my days doing nothing but to eat, shit, and fool around with women.”

Ma Lao-er listened to Old Ma’s story quietly.

“On the fourth year that Songjiang officially distributed permanent residency rights to outsiders, my second brother suddenly became severely ill. We had no savings at home then… Your father panicked, so he brought a few brothers to raid the cargo truck that sends rations from Fengbei to Songjiang. That night, your second uncle didn’t sleep a wink at all, but I didn’t feel a thing at all. I spent the night playing cards with others in Dirt Street.”

Old Ma paused here for a moment as his eyes reddened a little. “The following morning, someone ran over and told me that

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