"So what?"
Bahram asked rhetorically, his hand never leaving the gun on his waist.
"ha!"
The older boy said, throwing up his hands.
"You are really awesome, you know that?"
The boy lifted up his shirt and pointed at the long scars on his stomach. Then he turned around and showed several scars to the other party.
"Can you fight? Can you kill? Have you ever killed anyone? If you couldn't, the angels wouldn't want you! I heard, they want strong warriors, and I'm a gang member The one who works hardest and can fight the most."
He put down his clothes and looked at Bahram with mocking eyes.
"I can see your hands, you haven't even touched a knife."
Bahram blushed for a moment.
"Nonsense! I killed someone when I was ten years old! A group of looters attacked our mine - there is a lot of salt there, and it can be sold for a lot of money."
He realized he was starting to stray off topic and held his tongue.
Why was he suddenly so eager to impress these two people?
"Those cloaked marauders were hard to hit, but once I hit him, he was dead! He was hit in the chest, and red blood spilled all over the floor."
He did not mention the shame he felt for indiscriminately shooting someone, even though he did kill the predator.
"Yeah?"
The older boy tilted his head and said, crouching across the stone and leaning next to Bahram.
At such a close distance, Bahram choked on his foul breath.
Although he lived in the lower levels of the hive, his grandfather had strict requirements on personal hygiene, and so did Bahram.
"Then you are really a good guy, but to be honest, how are you going to climb to Graycliff Town? How are you going to get over those cliffs?"
"what about you?"
Bahram asked, forgetting to hide his impatience.
He had left the area where he lived, and the foothills were too unfamiliar to him.
Even though he could hear the trap in the boy's words and knew that the other party was definitely planning to laugh at him, he still couldn't help but ask.
"I think he must be planning to walk over."
The first boy smiled at the second.
"Yeah, let's go over there."
The second boy laughed a rough, ugly laugh and shook his head at the pool of brown water.
"You can't walk across it, hive boy. The wind on the cliff can tear your flesh from your bones. You need a baby to get up there."
He patted something on his back.
"A pair of mountaineering auxiliary equipment. If you want to get from here to Graycliff Town, you'll need this!"
"Yes, everyone in Graycliff Town uses this thing."
The other boy smiled as he screwed the cap off his water bottle and put it back in his backpack.
"You don't know anything, and you haven't even prepared any mountaineering equipment, so you are not considered a good candidate. I really don't know why you still go to the screening. You are risking your life."
"I've come so far."
Bahram spread his hands and said:
"I can definitely make it."
"Maybe we should kill him now."
The boy who was drinking water suddenly said with a sinister look:
“You don’t have to compete when you can.”
The postures of the two boys changed, and they looked at Bahram with their eyes, which was a very threatening look.
Bahram's heart nearly stopped.
This was what he was afraid of, and he gripped the pistol tighter.
They looked at each other, assessing each other's strength, but no one acted rashly.
Suddenly the first boy burst out laughing, and his stocky companion laughed too.
"It really scared you. He really thought we were going to kill him, didn't he?"
Bahram looked at them both smiling, not daring to relax at all.
Being well versed in the rules of the hive, he knew that if he hadn't appeared so tough just now, they would definitely kill him.
More importantly, they should have guessed that there was a weapon hidden behind them.
He was pretty sure that maybe they still wanted to kill him, but they just didn't want to pay too much of a price.
"My name is Haoma."
The older boy with a mouth full of black teeth and a foul smell patted his chest and said:
"This fat bald guy is Vayu."
Vayou glanced at him lewdly, and then nodded, probably to show friendship.
"You talk very little."
"so?"
"At least tell us what your name is."
Hao Mo said helplessly.
"Bahram, Bahram Tate."
As soon as these words were spoken, the two boys began to laugh wildly again.
"What's so funny?"
Feeling insulted, Bahram yelled.
"Bahram? Only children use that name! With this name, no one in the gang will think highly of you."
"My name comes from family and honor, and has nothing to do with that gutter stuff."
"You are a really interesting guy, huh?"
Haoma scoffed.
"So you think that as a hive boy, you are of nobler origin than us?"
"No."
Bahram shook his head.
"This has nothing to do with being noble or humble. I'm just stating a fact."
Hao Mo's smile became stiff.
At this time, Vayu touched his friend next to him.
"What do you think, should we let him go with us for a while?"
"Why? He doesn't even have climbing gear."
"Three pairs of eyes are stronger than two, that's why."
Haoma shrugged, not wanting to say anything else at all.
"You can walk with us to the climbing point below Graycliff."
Vayou said seriously:
"After that, you have to go on your own, how about it? We can take care of each other, and other people may not be as friendly as us. You know, many people want to be angels."
Bahram fell silent, considering the proposal in his mind.
In a 2-on-1 situation, Bahram cannot guarantee that he will win.
If he accepted, they might kill him in his sleep.
If he refuses, they are perfectly capable of tracking him.
But they are obviously more familiar with the terrain here. If they really want to cooperate, they can bring him to Graycliff Town faster, regardless of whether he has climbing equipment or not.
This is indeed fascinating.
Of course, he had another option.
Now take out your gun and kill Hao Mo, but Vayu doesn't look like a brave guy. He may choose to run away. Then he will not only be safe, but also get a set of mountaineering equipment.
But he couldn't do such a thing.
In the end, the main reason he agreed was because he had been alone for too long.
"Okay, it's settled. If we work together, the chance of success may be greater."
They held each other's hands and Vayu smiled.
"Anyway, I'll be honest, a guy as skinny as you has a very low chance of success."
Kaoma frowned and threw a stone at his friend's head.
"Shut up, he's one of ours now, just like in a gang, we're brothers now."
He turned to look at Bahram and held the other man's hand tighter.
"brother."
Bahram nodded cautiously.
"Yes, brother."
