noffsinger Chapter 130 Sorrowful Chips
Chapter 130 Sorrowful Chips
The sound of blunt force striking flesh echoed continuously from the abandoned stronghold, accompanied by screams of agony.
Bai Yexiu also used his unique technique—his blows landed squarely on the skin without causing fractures, bleeding, or endangering lives.
"Ah!...I'll talk! I'll tell you everything! Stop hitting me..."
After more than 10 minutes of torture, even the originally unyielding Nishimura gave in, curling up on the ground and trembling as he looked at the nightmarish boy with the stick, fearing that the stick would continue to fall on him.
"Finally willing to speak?" Bai Yexiu's face revealed a mocking expression. "When you were yelling at that blond guy, I thought you were quite capable."
Nishimura wanted to cry but had no tears.
He was in so much pain from the beating that he couldn't even stand up. It was a mystery how the boy managed it; despite the immense pain, he had no broken bones, only an inability to move.
"Hmph." Bai Yexiu raised his foot and stepped on Nishimura's chest, grinding it hard a few times. Soon, blood flowed from Nishimura's chest, making him grimace in pain.
To compensate for his natural lack of strength and physical skills, Bai Yexiu usually wears specially made shoes—the soles have pop-out serrated blades installed inside the waterproof platforms. The blades are very short; lifting the foot triggers the mechanism, and they can be pushed back in when the foot touches the ground again. In combat, even if a kick misses, the sole of the shoe can still leave a cut on the person's body just by grazing it.
If the kick lands, the damage isn't just from that kick; the blade will also leave a gash on the body upon impact. This design is extremely useful during interrogation missions.
"Tell me everything you know about these goods. You don't want me to torture you here all night, do you?" With that, Bai Yexiu made a move to grind his hands on Xicun's chest a few more times. Xicun quickly grabbed Bai Yexiu's ankles with both hands, his eyes pleading.
"No! I'll tell you everything! The goods were provided by Apep Idra! Mr. Nozawa is our superior; he's in charge of selling these goods within the organization. We're just errand runners; it really has nothing to do with us. I'm just an outsider..."
"So you knew you were a member of the organization." Bai Yexiu narrowed his eyes slightly. "In that case, you should be well aware that selling these harmful things to members of the organization is a capital offense, regardless of whether you are a errand boy or not."
"Mr. Nozawa said he would protect us. He said he was a high-ranking official and that if I completed ten orders, he would add me to the selection list for codename members, giving me a chance to be promoted. Moreover, we errand runners get a lot of bonuses. The conditions were too good, and I got carried away..." A hint of regret appeared on Nishimura's face.
Before Nishimura could continue speaking, Bai Yexiu kicked him unconscious and injected him with the same drug as the blond-haired man. Before leaving, he mischievously placed the baton in the blond-haired man's hand.
The abandoned outpost was remote, but the road leading to the city center was quiet and conducive to contemplation. Bai Yexiu walked and pondered the information he had just extracted from the interrogation.
He had recorded the entire conversation between the two men with a voice recorder, but to avoid alerting them, he chose to let them go. Otherwise, "Mr. Nozawa" would definitely become suspicious if he knew his men had mysteriously disappeared.
Tomorrow he has two more appointments, both of which involve people selling that kind of stuff. Bai Yexiu wants to try his luck, hoping that besides this "Mr. Nozawa," he can also recruit someone else.
It was nearly midnight when Bai Yexiu returned to his apartment. He didn't rest, but turned on his computer and searched for the surname "Nozawa". All the results were for an entrepreneur named "Nozawa Hiroichi".
Bai Yexiu looked at the photos on the browser and laughed out loud.
This middle-aged man in his forties was still a bit too young, actually revealing his real surname to his subordinates.
Earlier, when Bai Yexiu was with the boss, he had seen many high-ranking members of the organization. This Nozawa Hiroichi was not very noticeable at the time, hidden in the middle of the group. Although he didn't know his name then, Bai Yexiu still remembered his face to some extent.
Because he was among the high-ranking officials who made sarcastic remarks about him.
At that time, Bai Yexiu had no real power and was young. He was just an accessory by the boss's side, with only the function of accompanying the boss.
Boss never really cared about the higher-ups' sarcastic remarks about Bai Yeshou, unless they went too far. Back then, only a handful of people, like Pisk, spoke up for Bai Yeshou.
As a "father," Boss almost never defends or defends Bai Yexiu, but instead lets those barbed and indifferent words be thrown at Bai Yexiu.
After several experiences in his childhood, Bai Yexiu stopped actively going with the boss to the organization's annual late-night chat, simply because he didn't want to be sad anymore and didn't want to see those annoying guys.
Bai Yexiu picked up the recorder in his hand and gently stroked the body of the pen with his fingers.
The latest time for our late-night chat has been released—7 days from now.
He wanted to use his newly acquired bargaining chips to secure a real place for himself in the hearts of those guys, despite his current lack of favor.
……
Bai Yexiu had another dream.
However, Bai Yexiu wasn't sure whether it was a dream or a memory he had lost.
As a child, he was taken to an old-fashioned room by his boss, Tosgarman. Tosgarman told him to go inside, turn on the button for the big screen, and then just stand there.
Bai Yexiu obediently went into the room.
This place is an ancient castle. The interior is decorated in a very luxurious European style, with a long dining table in the room, and a screen at the head of the table.
The long dining table was now full. Various gazes were cast upon Bai Yexiu as he entered: curiosity, disdain, wariness, contempt…
This wasn't the first time Bai Yexiu had appeared in front of these guys. Previously, he'd only appeared alongside the boss in his shots; the boss used special software to turn his silhouette into a shadow, but Bai Yexiu didn't receive that treatment. He was often seen sitting obediently on the boss's lap as a young boy.
This was the first time Bai Yexiu had appeared in front of these guys in person.
Bai Yexiu forcibly suppressed his discomfort and stepped forward to turn on the screen.
The meeting lasted for an unknown period of time, and Bai Yexiu remained heartbroken for just as long.
Because one of the higher-ups raised questions about Bai Yexiu's role. With this person in the lead, many others quickly followed suit, launching a barrage of sarcastic and cutting remarks at Bai Yexiu. The Boss, however, simply avoided the topic and did not refute the statements of the higher-ups.
Am I really a useless child?
Amidst the heated discussion, in a secluded corner unnoticed by anyone, Bai Yexiu quietly wiped away his tears with his small, childlike hands.
Before this, he had always lived under the boss's protection and lived a happy life, but he had no ability to repay the boss. He was just a fragile, sensitive, and sickly child. What could he do for the boss?
In the past, during late-night talks, he would sit next to the boss and listen to the voices on the screen who distrusted him and thought he was useless. He would feel sad then, but the boss would gently pat his back to comfort him.
Now that he was actually there, sadness washed over him like a tidal wave, as if this scene had happened many times before.
The people here are all selfish. They don't care about his feelings, and no one will comfort him.
Bai Yexiu burst out of the door.
It was at that moment that he made up his mind.
He recalled a memory from his childhood when he was young and naive:
"Xiao Xiu, what I'm researching can do more than just make you live to be a hundred. It can also reverse the flow of time and bring the dead back to life. Your blood and genes are the key to this medicine."
"Really? But Father, what did you mean by what you said later? My teacher never taught me these things..."
……
After their late-night chat ended, the young child, panting, knocked on the man's door, his eyes resolute.
"Father, didn't you say before that the organization needed me? I'm willing to be a test subject! I'm not afraid of pain!"