White Pearl is just one of the many areas of Aleppo. Before the outbreak of the Civil War, it was beautiful and rich, and the people lived and worked in peace. Walking on the streets, you can see vendors selling Aleppo's specialties, tourists from all over the world, and a prosperous scene. But now, there are ruins everywhere, destroyed vehicles, chariots, uninhabited corpses and animals.

The heavy truck stopped in a small street square, and was empty all around. The wind blew the garbage on the ground, the heavy rolled on the ground, and the light ones like paper and plastic bags were flying in the air. The buildings around the square were dead silent, and the broken walls and glass-free windows formed a picture of a decayed and bleak dead city.

It is humans themselves that cause all this, not nature's means of balance.

"It's here." Yusna said, pointing to a half-destroyed building on the north side of the street square: "My uncle lives in that building, and there is a mosque behind that building."

"There is no one here, your uncle and the others..." Zaiya's voice was filled with worry. She didn't say it, because the words she didn't say would arouse Yusna's sadness.

"Who said there was no one here? There were people everywhere around this square, but they were hiding and did not show up." Xia Lei suddenly said.

"There are people everywhere?" Yusna and Zaiya looked around, but still didn't see anyone.

Xia Lei pointed to a small building that had been bombarded, "There are three people there." Then he pointed to another building, "There are five people there, and there..."

Before he could finish speaking, a few people walked out of the building, and then more people walked out of the building. Some of them were holding dilapidated guns, while others were holding weapons such as wooden sticks and iron sticks.

Such equipment is obviously not a terrorist, nor a free armed organization, nor a Syrian government force.

These people are all men, but they all look haggard. Many of them have their lips dry and shaking, and they feel a little trembling when walking. But no matter who they are, they gather silently in the street square.

"Let's go down." Xia Lei opened the car door, "It depends on you now. It's easier for you to negotiate with them than for me."

"Yeah." Zaiya and Yusna responded, and then got out of the car.

More and more people are appearing, not only men, but also women and children. However, they do not approach this side, but stand in the distance and watch.

"Who is coming?" the tall men shouted, his voice hoarse and weak.

"That's..." Yusna suddenly exclaimed, "Uncle! Uncle!"

The tall man was stunned for a moment and stared at Yusna.

"Uncle! I am Yusna! I am Yusna!" Yusna ran towards the tall and thin man, crying while running.

"It's great that Allah blesses her uncle is still alive." Zaiya murmured to herself.

Xia Lei said: "It seems we don't need to explain what we can explain, let's go over."

"Yeah." Zaiya responded.

Xia Lei dragged the terrorist leader who was lying on the hood, then grabbed one of his feet and dragged him all the way to Yusna and her uncle.

Many people also gathered from different directions.

"It's really Yusna, my Yusna! I thought I'd never see you again in my life..." The tall man finally recognized Yusna. He excitedly hugged Yusna in his arms, and his eyes were also wet.

"Uncle, Mr. Xia brought you food, water and medicine, all in that truck." Yusna said excitedly.

"Mr. Xia?" The tall man let go of Yusna and his eyes moved to Xia Lei who was walking towards him and Yusna.

What he saw was an oriental boy, who was dragging a person, and it felt as relaxed as if he was dragging a handful of grass. This scene made him stunned for a moment.

"Isn't that a hard beard?" Someone recognized the terrorist's leader, and his voice was filled with surprise.

"I recognize him too!"

"He killed my brother and my sister-in-law!" Someone shouted angrily: "I want to kill him and avenge my brother and sister-in-law!"

"Give my daughter my life back!" An old man trembled with excitement. "Kill! Kill him!"

Angry roar and violent aura enveloped the small street square.

Xia Lei threw the terrorist leader called a hard beard in the square and came to Yusna's side.

Yusna's uncle looked at Xia Lei in amazement.

"Mr. Xia, he is my uncle, Sarahei." Yusna then came to her senses and hurriedly introduced to Xia Lei.

"Xia rebirth." Xia Lei's hand stretched out, "I am the founder of the Syrian Rescue Society. I have brought you food, water and medicine."

Sarah's tears burst out from his eyes. He grabbed Xia Lei's hand with both hands, and his voice was trembling. "Blessing Allah, we think we have forgotten Allah, but Allah sent you..."

Many people cried, but because of their dehydration, they had very few tears.

Although their tears are few, each one is very precious.

"Mr. Xia is the best person in the world I've ever seen," said Yusna.

Sarache said, "Yes, I can see it. Thank you, Mr. Xia."

Xia Lei smiled and said, "No need to say thank you, just ask someone to unload the supplies."

"Okay, I'll ask someone to unload the supplies immediately." Sarache said, and he waved his hand. "Come people with great strength come over to unload the supplies. Mr. Xia brought us food, water, and medicine."

A sound of cheering.

Although Saracea asked those who were "strong" to unload supplies, in addition to the hard-to-be celebration, even the elderly, children and women walked towards the truck. Some were crying, some were laughing, and some were praising their Allah devoutly.

The street squares are filled with the energy of desire, sadness, emotion, hope, etc. They gather together. If you want to describe it in color, it is blue. What Xia Lei lacks is black and blue energy, which is also the reason why he came to Syria and then to Aleppo.

The energy roots were released from Xia Lei's body, and the breeze swept through the civilians. He absorbed the blue desire energy to satisfy the desires of these suffering people. A large amount of desire energy with sad factors surged into his body like a tide. He was also infected, and his eyes were moist, but he did not shed tears.

Boxes of supplies were unloaded, and some people stole food because of hunger, were scolded or even insulted by others, and the scene was a bit chaotic.

"Sorry, Mr. Xia, I'll deal with it." A little shameful look appeared on Sarahei's face.

It is not difficult to see that he is the head of this group of refugees.

Xia Lei said: "Distribute these materials. Hunger will make people lose their minds. Tell them not to fight for it. The rescue club will also store a lot of materials in Russia's military bases. Tomorrow morning, you can find some people who can drive and go to the Russian military base with me and transport those materials in."

"There are many more?" Sarahei said in surprise: "Mr. Xia, although I shouldn't ask some things, I still want to know how you came in? This place has been blocked by terrorists and they want to starve us to death. In the past, supplies from the International Red Cross were transported in, but they snatched away, and the volunteers were also killed, but you..."

Yusna said quickly, "Uncle, haven't you seen the hard beard? He took dozens of terrorists to intercept our car, but those people were killed by Mr. Xia. Mr. Xia grabbed the black beard and brought here."

Sarahe glanced at the hard beard who was fainted on the ground, then looked at Xia Lei standing in front of him, and his expression seemed to see a unicorn.

Someone started fighting at this time.

"I, I'll deal with it." Saracee walked over quickly.

The two conflicts stopped.

Sarahe said: "No need to fight, everyone has a share. Mr. Xia said that there are still a lot of supplies in the Russian base outside the city, and we will transport them in tomorrow."

The chaotic crowd suddenly burst into cheering sounds.

They did not notice that the roots of energy they could not see plunged into their bodies, taking away something, leaving something behind, and their emotions quickly calmed down.

More and more people rushed over after hearing the news, and the streets were crowded with people, and the street squares were also crowded with people. Saracea organized people to distribute food, water and medicine, and everyone had a portion. Some people couldn't wait to stuff the food into their stomachs, even raw flour was no exception. Terrorists blocked the place, and they were so hungry that they could even eat leather shoes, let alone flour.

However, Xia Lei is the one who "eats the most". About thousands of people came here, each carrying a strong blue energy. He received the energy of these suffering people, satisfied their desires, gave them food, water, and peace.

"Mr. Xia, can we leave the hard beard to deal with?" Sarahei returned to Xia Lei and asked.

Xia Lei said: "Of course, I'll catch him here and deal with you."

"That's great. I don't know how many people's blood is stained on this guy's hands. We want him to pay for his blood debts!" ​​Sarahe's eyes were full of hatred.

"You can do whatever you want," said Xia Lei.

"Kill him!"

"Bow him to death!"

"Burn him to death!"

There was an angry roar.

The hard beard was awakened by the angry sound. He opened his eyes and saw dirty civilians rushing towards him. He suddenly realized something and shouted in surprise, "No, no."

But his voice, along with his people, was overwhelmed by an angry crowd in the blink of an eye.

Xia Lei reached out and grabbed Yusna and Zaiya's hands, pulled them to the truck, and said, "Don't look, some things will bring shadows to your life and will never be forgotten in your life."

Yusna and Zaiya wanted to break free from the hand that was caught by Xia Lei for a moment, but the struggle seemed to be unable to even hold an apple.

Behind them, the hard beard was facing "judgment". Some stabbed him with a knife, some burned him with fire, some pulled out his intestines, and some smashed his head with stones...
Chapter completed!