"The handsome Remy /beautiful Rosie brain deposit center."

"Brain collection with politeness, never resell!"

Texas City, Westview District.

Texas City is filled with charm and magic, where lights brighten the night and the air is lively.

Under a bridge shrouded in darkness.

A young boy, dressed in tattered clothes and thin as a skeleton, lies on an old quilt with only a large green coat to cover him.

From time to time, the sound of squeaking rats can be heard inside the tunnel, and the roar of vehicles outside...

The dim light from the streetlamps shone on the little boy's pale face. Judging by his appearance, he seems only five or six years old but has already been homeless for a year.

A night swiftly passed, and daylight began to pour down. The little boy slowly opened his eyes, staring in a daze at his surroundings.

"What a realistic dream. How did that handsome uncle stuff so much stuff in my head?"

He dusted off his clothes and ran to wash his small face in a river nearby.

For the past few days, he has been having some extraordinary dreams, which a handsome uncle dreams teach him many things.

There was calligraphy, chess, traditional medicine, musical instruments, painting... and even cultivation.

"The handsome uncle said he wanted to take me as his apprentice yesterday and taught me how to cultivate."

"Why do I learn so quickly in my dreams and remember everything so clearly?"

The little boy mumbled in a milky voice, yet his stomach growled hungrily.

He chuckled innocently, knowing it was time for him to go "work" on the street.

Returning to his den, he skillfully retrieved a small plate and a piece of paper from under the bed and tip-toed his way out.

Early morning in Westview District was busy.

Small vendors were enthusiastically getting their goods ready as the volume of traffic and pedestrians hit its peak for the day.

A boy and a girl were on their way to school. The girl's name was Rosie Mason, and the boy's was Remy Hart.

"Rosie, don't say I didn't warn you. Hurry up a bit. We're almost late for morning self-study. Don't cry if the director catches us," Remy said.

"Hurry what? There's still time. You're always rushing like there's no tomorrow. If you walk this fast, how can you breathe in the freshest air?" replied Rosie, annoyingly. Suddenly, Rosie stopped, her attention drawn to the vendor selling pancakes.

Noticing her, Remy sighed helplessly before saying,

"Miss. Remy, don't eat now. Didn't we just have breakfast? Can we go to school first?"

Ignoring his comment, Rosie grabbed his arm and dragged him toward the vendor.

However, they didn't stop at the pancake stand; instead, they stopped in a small open spot next to it.

'Kind brothers, sisters, uncles, and aunties, could you spare Little Tino some food? Thank you.' Rosie read the message on the paper silently, looking at Tino squatting on the ground in front of her, a pang of sympathy filling her face.

Tino had staked out his spot early in the morning, gazing with longing at the older boys and girls nearby, his heart full of anticipation.

His name was Tino. From a young age, he depended on his grandfather who made a living recycling. Every day, he would follow his grandfather around collecting bottles and cardboard boxes.

Though their life was tough, his grandfather loved him dearly.

Whenever there was something good to eat, or a toy picked up from their collections, they would give it to him.

Despite living in a decrepit house and dining on simple fare, their days were nonetheless filled with warmth.

Unfortunately, a year ago, his grandfather passed away from liver cancer.

Tino hugged his grandfather's lifeless body crying his heart out, eventually falling asleep from exhaustion.

When the police arrived the next day, they took his grandfather away.

Since then, he started his life on the streets.

A seasoned beggar observed his situation and took pity on him, telling him that begging on the streets was the only way he could get food.

Tino quickly learned the ropes from Mr. Clove, starting his "work" early every day from a tender age.

"Beautiful sister, could you give Tino something to eat?"

When Rosie looked at the frail, thin Tino.

His long-term malnutrition had rendered him even thinner, resembling a wilted sprout.

Yet, his eyes were full of life, and the azure pupils glistened vibrantly.

"Remy, shall we help him out? The poor little boy is pitiful."

Looking at Rosie's eyes which were tinged with a slight redness, then shifting his gaze to the frail Tino, he also felt sympathy in his heart.

Remy turned around to buy two pancakes and a bottle of Coca-Cola.

"Little Tino, here, eat quickly. You must be starved. Where is your family?"

After taking the food, Little Tino gave them a sweet smile.

Hearing Rosie's question that followed, he dropped his head in sadness.

"Last year, my grandfather was taken away by the police. The officers told me he had passed away."

"I have no idea where my mom and dad are. I can't find them."

Thinking of his now absent grandfather who used to playfully amuse him, Tino silently shed tears, his slight body trembling visibly.

Upon seeing this, Rosie sighed heavily and quickly moved to comfort Tino.

"Why didn't the officers send you to the orphanage? Then you wouldn't have to starve."

Between sobs, Tino replied.

"I want to find my...my mom and dad. I don't...I don't want to go to the orphanage."

"I have parents. That's why I sneaked...sneaked out to look for them."

Truly unable to bear the sight, Rosie pulled fifty dollars from her pocket and placed it on a plate on the ground.

"Tino, would you like to come home with me? That way, you won't have to go hungry anymore."

Upon hearing those words, Tino stopped crying. With tearful eyes, he gazed blankly at Rosie.

Just then, a gust of wind swept through, blowing the fifty dollars in the tray onto the road.

Tino quickly dashed after it, not wanting the money given to him by Rosie to be swept away.

"Danger! Come back, Tino!"

Remy lunged, but his hands grasped at thin air. Turning around, he saw an Audi A6 barreling down the road, headed directly for the boy.

The driver was also startled by the sudden appearance of the young boy.

In his panic, the driver slammed hard on the brakes.

A long skid mark stretched out across the street.

Thankfully, the car came to a halt half a meter from Tino.

Clutching the bill that had fluttered to the ground, Tino stared in terror at the car that was almost pressing onto his face.

The car door opened, and a chubby man, cursing and complaining, got out of the driver's seat, his eyes wide in fury.

Rosie and Remy rushed to Tino's side.

"Damn it, where did this little beggar spring from? Are you pulling a scam? Don't you have eyes? This is a street, not your playground. Do you want to get me killed?"

The fat man stepped forward, sharply kicking towards Tino.

Remy quickly used his body to block this heavy kick.

With a muffled grunt, he backed up a step, but he was not angry.

"Bro, children know no better. You're an adult with greater forbearance, don't stoop to his level."

Remy gazed smilingly at the fat man, while Tino forcefully held back his tears.

Rosie voiced her dissatisfaction.

"Why does an adult like you vent your anger on a small child? Can't you show a little sympathy? The road is wide enough. You're like a bull in a china shop, can't you see? Driving so fast..."

Upon hearing this, the fat man grew even angrier. He wanted to slap this nagging girl to death.

The bustling street quickly filled up with rubberneckers, thoroughly blocking the road.

"Honk, honk!"

The cars behind were stuck. A lady wearing glasses descended from a green-yellow Maserati leading the pack.

She leisurely walked towards the fat driver.

"Sir, could you please move your car? Our CEO is in a rush. If he is delayed, you cannot afford the responsibility."

The lady spoke indifferently, immediately attracting the crowd's attention towards the Maserati. Whispers of astonishment could be heard in the crowd.

A limited-edition Maserati, with the license plate number 11111, isn't this the Dalton Corporation's car?

The Maserati Phantom, which only 500 units were issued nationwide, has a market value of tens of millions!

Get out of the way, people like us can't afford to mess with the Dalton family.

The fat man tensed inwardly, spitting a glob of phlegm on the ground.

Cursing his bad luck silently, he hurriedly got in his car to leave this place.

How could a small boss like him dare to cross the Dalton family?

The woman noticed the cleared road and the boy sitting on the ground.

Seeing such a small boy begging, she also felt pity.

She walked up and handed over two hundred dollars before turning and getting back into the car.

"Anne, what happened?"

In the back seat of the car, a light makeup beauty spoke.

Her work-appropriate tight suit accentuated her curvy figure, and her light yellow hair cascaded down.

Her fair skin and long legs were eye-catching, exuding an aura of nobility even without trying.

She is Bella Dalton, the CEO of Dalton's Group, and also the seventh Miss Dalton.

On the job, she ended any disputes firmly and concisely. At twenty-two years old, she instilled fear and respect in her company's staff.

"President Bella, there was a commotion just now. A little beggar was accused of scamming people; I made them clear the area," Anne explained.

"Mm."

The car started, with Bella propping one hand on her cheek, looking at the bustling streets.

Her delicate face has always been as calm as water, without ripple.

"Haven's family played this game well. If I fell into their trap, the company would have at least lost two hundred million, huh~"

After a cold laugh, Bella's beautiful eyes became ice-cold, radiating chill all over her body.

Want to pit her? Then be ready to lose a piece of meat.

On the other side, Rosie and the other two returned to the side of the street.

"Tino, you don't know how to behave. Just stay here and wait for me to pick you up after school, okay?"

Rosie instructed Tino to stay put and not to run around.

After a round of injunctions, the two hastily ran off to class, as they were about to be late.

Watching the two walk away, Tino stuck out his tongue, packed up his bowl and paper, and disappeared with two pancakes in his arms.

The auntie selling pancakes turned around to grab the ingredients, only to find that the little beggar beside her had disappeared at some point.

Under the bridge, Tino started eating his pancakes with a cheerful face.

A gulp of Coke went down, and a happy smile bloomed on his face.

"I'm sorry, kind sister. I can't go home with you, I need to find my family. They must be looking for me too."

Tino talked to himself, his eyes gazing toward the horizon.

He gently caressed the blue pendant around his neck, upon which two characters were engraved —— "Tino".

Grandpa had told him, this was the only thing his parents had left him.

If his parents saw the pendant, they would be able to find him,

After breakfast, Tino sat cross-legged on the worn-out quilt. He was ready to practice the martial arts methods taught by Mr. Clover.