A loud gunshot outside the house interrupted his plan to borrow the boat.

Screams and rage ensued: "...Put down the gun, you incompetent savage!!"

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...

When they heard the sound, their expressions changed. Hoffa immediately left the young widow behind and hurriedly left the darkroom.

A chaotic scene was taking place outside the house at the moment. Several packages of unopened biscuits and bread were scattered on the concrete floor of the pier. A group of skinny children lay on the ground like a group of monkeys, scrambling to get the food to them like a group of dogs competing for food.

The mouth is stuffed, and some stuff it too quickly, causing all the dirt to be eaten into the mouth.

On the side, several heavily armed men held their guns high, trying to pull away the children who were fighting for food. Among them, the armed thug who looked like a baboon did not hesitate to pick up the collar of a refugee child and pull him away.

It was dragged up and hit hard on the ground.

Chloe tried to push the armed thugs away with her hands, but the effect was counterproductive. The man who looked like a baboon had no intention of stopping. He pushed with his backhand and pushed the nun heavily to the ground.

Bang!

Then, he fired another shot into the sky, trying to scare the nun away. But the nun did not hesitate to stand up and stood in front of him angrily, "What are you doing!?"

The man who looked like a baboon spat on the ground viciously: "It's me who should ask this! What are you doing on my territory?"

"I'll give them some food! Do you care?"

"Here, I said no eating, no one is allowed to eat!"

"Who do you think you are, Caesar?"

"you......!"

"Enough!!"

Hoffa looked at the group of children scrambling for food on the ground like wild dogs, thinking with his buttocks what was going on.

This motherly nun didn't listen to her words at all. As soon as she left, she made a mess.

He rushed forward, pushing the overseer away with one hand, and protecting Chloe behind him with the other.

"Take care of your girl!"

The armed thug angrily hit Hoffa on the forehead.

Hoffa was furious. At this moment, he didn't like Chloe, and he didn't like the baboon in front of him even more. But he still wanted to borrow the boat, and he couldn't break up with the smuggler's men for the time being, so he could only glare back.

At this time, the young widow also came out. When she saw the chaos, she exclaimed and covered her mouth, and immediately retreated into the house.

The nun saw her and turned to meet her.

"Why don't you take care of your men?" she asked in the same way, and the armed thugs beside her were furious.

"Uh...this, I...I...that's not..."

A twenty-year-old woman was questioned so aggressively by a girl three or four years younger than herself that she couldn't even stammer out a word.

"Are you indifferent to watching those children starving to death?" The nun used her best moral condemnation.

"I...I...didn't..."

The young widow looked gloomy and ashamed, looking like she was very regretful for her negligence. She shed tears and looked at her men for help.

The male baboon Matthew puffed out his chest, strutted in front of the widow Mary, and scolded Chloe: "Crazy, we don't care whether they live or die, what does that have to do with you?"

He sneered at the nuns: "We didn't cause them to end up like this, nor did we force them to live here."

When the widow heard what she said, she breathed a sigh of relief and showed a relieved expression. After calming down a little, she showed a wry smile:

"Matthew, that's not right."

"Mary."

"You...go and do your work. Leave this to me."

Matthew snorted coldly, gave Chloe and Hoffa a warning thumbs up, and then led his men away in twos and threes.

After leaving, Mary took Chloe's wrist very embarrassed and said uneasily: "Yes... I was negligent. I will pay attention to it, Your Excellency."

"You should at least help them. It doesn't look like you are lacking food."

"Yes, I was negligent."

"Where's that guy named Frank? Who is he to you?"

"He...he is my husband..."

The widow stammered.

(She and Chloe are talking, looking at Hoffa out of the corner of her eye.)

The nun wanted to say something more, but Hoffa dragged her without saying a word, dragging her to a corner without any resistance and forcibly taking her away from Frank's morgue.

The group of armed thugs who had left earlier were gathering at the corner to smoke. When Hoffa and Chloe passed by, the thug who looked like a baboon bumped Chloe with his shoulder and deliberately shouted:

: "Jesus, how do such people live so long!?"

The group of armed thugs burst into laughter as Chloe turned around angrily.

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...

Arriving at the corner of the dock, Chloe shook off Hoffa's arm, her chest heaving.

"What's the matter with you?" Hoffa said as earnestly as a father educating his daughter: "Didn't I tell you to stay out of trouble?"

Chloe said nothing and stared at him, as if she believed that he and Frank were the same.

"What's that look in your eyes?"

She turned her head away, not even answering.

"If you do this, we'll part ways here." Hoffa threatened.

"I didn't ask you to give it to me!"

"Oh...!" Hoffa raised his eyebrows, "You are really capable."

"Can't you stand on my side and say something to me?"

"Let me speak for you. Who will be responsible if you can't borrow the boat?"

"I thought your relationship with that Frank would be stronger."

Hoffa thought that since Frank was dead, the relationship would be of no use.

At this time, subtle footsteps sounded behind him.

He turned around quickly.

It wasn't the group of thugs, but a few sallow-looking children. They were sneaking around in the shadows of the building, with hungry eyes shining in their eyes.

"War Orphans..."

Hoffa sighed. No one cared about the lives of these children who had been displaced by the war. If Frank kept them, he would only increase his leverage in enslaving the adults.

He put his hand into his pocket. This action caused the peeping children to become restless, some backed away in fear, and some held their heads.

But what Hoffa took out was not a weapon, but a chocolate bar. He stretched out his hand and motioned for them to come and get it.

When they saw the food, the children rushed up one after another, grabbed the chocolate wrapper and stuffed it into their mouths without even having time to remove it. After devouring it, they looked at the gray-haired boy eagerly, wanting more.

Hoffa touched the yellow head of one of them and said softly: "No more, come back tomorrow."

After receiving an affirmative reply, the children whispered thank you and left the two of them without turning back.

When he looked back, Chloe's eyes looked at him much kinder, and she was no longer as disgusted as before.

Hoffa: "Why did you offend them?"

"I don't want to get on these people's boat at all." Chloe: "These guys are not good people at all. They don't even let children go."

Hoffa shook his head: "When the war is over, you will have plenty of opportunities to save them, but now, none of us can care."

"But......"

"Nothing but, we are not here to do charity. The German wizards are still looking for us everywhere. We must leave this land as soon as possible. Can you understand?"
Chapter completed!