Chapter 271: Bastard, Beat Me To Death!
The waiter guided Su Huan to the central half-private room.
Intersecting lights illuminated the table and some decorative spots just right, with faces slightly dimmed, like a quilt hiding people inside.
Mister Shu sat on the sofa. Although not as unrestrained as Su Huan’s usual sitting posture, he didn’t stand up to greet him either, just pointed with one hand to the opposite side and said, “Sit.”
Su Huan sat down, with the sleeves of his black shirt rolled up to his elbow, draped open over the sofa backrest, legs crossed in front, and the tip of his combat boots already rubbing against the coffee table.
Repeated evolutions and battles had shaped him into a tall and straight figure. Even sitting so lazily, he didn’t give a bloated or decadent feeling, like a tiger or leopard lounging high in a tree, playfully overlooking its prey.
Seeing his unrestrained sitting posture, Shu Wei instinctively glanced at her mother.
As expected, the woman’s brows shot up, her disgust overflowing.
She hated undisciplined people the most. Even at home, as long as she was around, Shu Wei had to maintain the most proper demeanor at all times.
Seeing her mother’s expression of being disgusted by the train conductor yet unable to speak up, Shu Wei felt not sympathy but a vengeful pleasure instead, even hoping the train conductor would act even more unrestrained.
“Little Tail, you sit too.”
Mister Shu showed no displeasure at all; even his voice calling Shu Wei carried gentle expectation.
Hearing this nickname, Shu Wei’s heart tightened. She lowered her head and glanced away, thinking “as expected.” The train conductor was looking at her with the eyes of someone discovering a new continent. She kept her face taut, pretending not to hear Mister Shu’s call, and stood behind Su Huan.
Shu Wei’s little movements naturally didn’t escape the eyes of the two men.
On her own home turf, she didn’t even dare to sit?
Was it that she didn’t dare, or was unwilling?
This time even Mister Shu’s complexion changed. Wang Yi abruptly stood up, staring at Shu Wei with a look of hating iron for not becoming steel.
The latter remained calm and composed, hands naturally clasped and hanging in front, like a professional secretary.
Mister Shu gave a dry laugh. “She’s throwing a tantrum at Dad…”
Wang Yi said coldly, “You come with me!”
With that, she turned and walked away, her high heels clicking.
One breath.
Two breaths.
Three breaths…
All along, only Wang Yi’s footsteps echoed.
Wang Yi also noticed this, turning back in disbelief.
Su Huan occupied the entire sofa alone, with no intention of making space. His eyes narrowed into a cold slit, yet the corner of his mouth curved into an elegant arc.
The feigned gentleness in Mister Shu’s eyes vanished completely, turning into a cold fierce light.
If before, when looking at Su Huan, he saw a big hairy crab about to be thrown into the pot, claws flailing; a young girl lingering outside his office wanting to advance; his cousin from years ago who stripped in front of him…
Then now, the gaze looking at him was like the main dish on the table that had eaten the appetizers, drunk the wine, and was about to start a fight!
He didn’t mind if his daughter had something with this man.
But he minded that what he considered his most outstanding offspring now obeyed this man in front of him rather than listening to him!
What qualifications did this man have?!
This was what angered him the most.
In contrast, the train conductor was a little happy.
Just a little.
But not enough.
The train conductor always valued fairness. Last time, that bullet was a bet on Shu Wei’s life.
This time, it would be a bet on her whole family’s lives.
Gaining a person’s trust is hard.
Gaining the train conductor’s trust is even harder.
Mister Shu took a deep breath and calmly looked at Su Huan. “Her mother hasn’t seen her in a long time. Can you let the mother and daughter chat alone?”
Mister Shu said halfway, pointing with his palm at himself and Su Huan. “We also need a chance for an undisturbed conversation.”
Su Huan tilted his head back, just able to see Shu Wei’s clearly contoured chin, and couldn’t help admiring inwardly: a beauty is a beauty because she’s flawless from any angle.
He raised his right hand back and beckoned with his index finger.
Amid Mister Shu and Wang Yi’s gazes that seemed ready to devour Su Huan, Shu Wei bent down, making a posture of listening attentively.
Su Huan reached out and poked Shu Wei’s earlobe with his index finger.
Seeing the woman’s body tremble uncontrollably, Su Huan suddenly laughed silently, then abruptly restrained all expression.
He indifferently spat out one word.
“Go.”
Only after getting the train conductor’s permission did Shu Wei stand up and walk toward Wang Yi.
This action, which seemed natural in everyone’s eyes, left Shu Wei drenched in sweat.
What brewed in the train conductor’s eyes wasn’t amusement, but clearly terrifying killing intent!
He was hesitating.
If her performance just now had been even slightly unsatisfactory to him, that hard-won trust and chance for survival would shatter.
This was the train conductor’s rule.
No compromise, no room for easing; willful like a black cat wandering the human world, right and wrong depending only on his mood at the time.
Only when the door-closing sound rang out did Shu Wei break free from that terrifying killing intent.
“Your performance today makes me doubt you’re not my biological daughter.”
Wang Yi turned around, her lowered voice stabbing like an ice pick.
Seeing her mother as always, Shu Wei found a familiar sense of security.
Words that used to cut deep seemed bland and boring compared to the train conductor’s brief words.
She even anticipated exactly how Wang Yi would scold her.
What would he say if he were here?
Shu Wei thought subconsciously.
“Oh.”
“Oh?!”
Wang Yi used a makeup brush from the table to lift her daughter’s chin, looking at the face so similar to her own, and the lingering flush on her ears, growing even more furious.
“From childhood to now, I’ve sent you to the best schools, hired the best etiquette teachers…”
“Everything you eat and use is top-tier. Look at what you’re wearing now…”
“…”
“Even since the apocalypse, the evolution resources I’ve spent on you could buy his life! Buy the lives of him and everyone on his broken train!”
“Have you seen how those peers outside look at you?”
“Don’t you feel ashamed?!”
Her mother seemed to love her more than Mister Shu, but Shu Wei had known early on that she was just a thorn in her mother’s hand, to be grabbed and stabbed at Mister Shu during their fights.
But Mister Shu didn’t care about this thorn.
He even took it over himself when he found it quite good.
What she didn’t understand was, something she could see clearly as a teenager, why couldn’t Wang Yi see through at her age?
From then on, whenever Wang Yi scolded or lost her temper, Shu Wei would hide and silently wait for her anger to dissipate.
She had thought about living alone, but Wang Yi always found ways to drag her back.
Later, she stopped struggling.
Let Wang Yi toss and turn as she pleased.
As for cutting ties, she never considered such stupidity.
Wang Yi’s annual pocket money to her exceeded her company’s total value. So what if she got scolded a couple times?
Was love more important than money?
With money, everyone had to look up to her. Wasn’t that satisfying?
Now, the resources representing power had just changed from money to strength.
So between her parents and the train conductor, she would unhesitatingly choose the latter.
Only by following the train conductor could she become stronger.
Stronger than when she was with her parents.
But her mother was right about one thing.
This outfit really wasn’t good.
She casually swatted away the makeup brush lifting her chin and, under Wang Yi’s stunned gaze, walked toward the row of formal dresses behind her.
‘If it’s this one, he’d like it, right?’
…
Compared to the tense standoff in the changing room, the gunpowder smell in the private room was no less.
At some point, over a dozen waiters had stood solemnly outside the private room. Zhong You rubbed the short spear in his hand, glancing vacantly at the tall four-armed figure in the shadows while idly chatting with Bo Qingqing beside him.
Bo Qingqing covered her mouth and giggled. “Are all your mission executions this fun?”
Zhong You kept a straight face, slightly speechless. Several people died every mission; what was funny about it? Did this woman not understand words?
They couldn’t chat on the same wavelength, but thinking of Cao Yong’s instructions, he could only perfunctorily agree.
“By the way, that person’s so weird. Do you know him?”
Bo Qingqing pointed at the four-armed shadow in the corner and asked.
Zhong You frowned and pressed down her hand. “That’s Four-armed Fierce Ghost Han Lie. If you don’t want to die, don’t point randomly.”
“Ah, that impressive?”
Bo Qingqing was somewhat surprised.
“Then between you and him, who’s stronger?”
“Depends on the environment. Fifty-fifty.”
Thinking of his title, Bo Qingqing mused, “What about on land then?”
Zhong You shifted slightly, blocking Han Lie’s line of sight, voice calm. “On land, sixty percent chance I beat him, forty percent he kills me.”
Bo Qingqing said in surprise, “Then with you two here, isn’t that train conductor doomed?”
Zhong You’s eyes darkened. Far from just two people.
From arrival until now, he’d only seen Han Lie; he’d searched forever for the other Tier 2 powerhouse without finding them.
Though he admitted Han Lie was strong, based on the aura the train conductor had shown, two might beat him, but to steadily take him down… might not be enough.
It depended on who the company prepared as the third powerhouse.
A control-type Tier 2 would be best.
As he pondered, a soft, glutinous voice suddenly appeared by his ear.
“The operation has started, handsome.”
Zhong You instantly matched the voice to the image in his mind, his pupils contracting sharply.
“Yes!”
…
In the hall, Giraffe, who was gorging on fruit, reflexively lifted his head.
White Deer nearby also raised her head. While munching on dragon fruit, she lifted the assault rifle in her arms, shifted her feet, and leaned against Giraffe’s back.
The guests in the hall quickly evacuated, and the waiters retreated rapidly too.
Without thinking, the two rushed toward the gate to the inner hall.
“The conversation inside hasn’t ended yet. You two just stay here obediently, and after it’s done, I’ll ask Mister Shu for a favor and spare you.”
A wild voice came from outside the door.
Black Kite Special Operations personnel in exoskeleton black tactical suits ran in holding guns from outside the door, muzzles quickly aimed at the two. In the center stood a man with a golden iris brooch on his collar.
He also wore a tactical suit but carried no weapon.
But the two still treated it as a dire threat.
Under such dense muzzles, in the still empty hall, even a Tier 1 evolver like White Deer couldn’t possibly crawl out alive.
“Before I go in to execute the task, I’ll give you ten seconds to consider.”
The man looked at the two’s standard tactical movements, appreciation in his eyes.
Back then, to ensure combat personnel purity, the company hadn’t heavily recruited retired soldiers. Black Kite’s special operations personnel, though through long-term tactical training, were only “not bad” in his eyes.
Without that “organization”‘s obedience training, they fell short in every way, never quite handy.
These two in front of him were clearly battle-hardened veterans at a glance.
Great for training soldiers.
“How about it? You have six seconds left to consider.”
The man checked his watch, continuing to pressure them.
Fierce light flashed in Giraffe’s eyes as he sneered, “Old White, wanna surrender?”
“He Jie would kill me.”
“But this situation means we’re done for.”
“I can use that move.”
White Deer said uncertainly.
Giraffe’s mouth twitched. Back then, he believed your crap intuition and got caught on the train by the old dog.
“That proves my move wasn’t wrong.”
A clap.
Not a crisp gunshot, but the sound of an assault rifle hitting the ground.
The smile on the golden iris man’s face grew thicker.
Giraffe was stunned for a moment, turning back to see White Deer had removed all her equipment and was now taking off her bulletproof vest.
The gun in his hand had unknowingly been lowered too.
White Deer looked at the central man and asked, “You want to go in, right?”
The man shrugged his nose. “Yes, about your choice…”
Before he finished, the man frowned as White Deer used her belt to tightly wrap the door handle several times, then clicked it locked.
Giraffe instantly understood his old partner’s intent and gave a bitter smile, starting to remove his equipment too.
“If we’re dying, can’t you let me die painlessly.”
White Deer’s eyes held an unprecedented calm. “I want to know why we were abandoned. Only the train conductor is willing to seek that answer, and only he is willing to take us to find it.”
Giraffe looked at his old brother complexly, feeling that White Deer, always called an idiot, was glowing with a light called intelligence.
The man grew impatient and said harshly, “What do you two mean? Figured out how to die?”
White Deer tugged, confirming the belt was tied securely.
Though he knew it wouldn’t stop those people.
But it cut off their own retreat.
He silently turned, then roared at the man, “Bastard, shoot me dead!”
The thunderous roar echoed through the hall, overpowering the music from the door crack, like the first cannon fire, turning the luxurious hall into a smoke-filled battlefield!
The golden iris man trembled at the corners of his eyes, veins bulging. “Beat them to death!”
Seeing his subordinate raise the muzzle, he suddenly remembered the opponent had disarmed and quickly changed, “Capture alive! Capture alive!”
