Chapter 219: The Courier's Head _1

"Because... because some things happened." Diers lowered his head to look at the donut in his hand and, sighing, decided to tell the curious Xu Siyu about his past.

"When I was eleven, I killed the assassin who had bought me, and then was resold as a gladiator in an underground fighting ring for people's amusement. Even though I was a pretty good fighter, I was badly hurt. They thought I was dead, so they threw me into the garbage dump in the slum. Every day, countless smuggled immigrants and refugees die there from diseases, and the American government doesn't bother—it's an unsightly sight the police turns a blind eye to."