Chapter 249 Rescuing the West Asia Gathering Point No. 12...
A child looking for his father arrived at gathering point number twelve, and the news spread like wildfire overnight.
Almost everyone went to the bulletin board and looked at it.
Some people remarked that the person in the picture was handsome.
Some people suspect that the girl looking for her father has mistaken him for someone else and is actually the father of her child.
Someone paid to make several copies, intending to distribute them to other places for the child.
Some people also felt a sense of familiarity with the people in the photo...
"Thank you. If anyone finds my father, please let me know." Sang Zhitao left a bounty notice with the receptionist, asking them to post it for her.
The receptionist readily agreed. They loved taking on tasks involving offering bounties because they could earn a commission, a perfectly legitimate way to make extra money.
"Have you found your father?"
"No, thank you." She didn't expect to be greeted by a stranger as she passed by the square.
"Give me a copy, and I'll help you find it."
"Thank you, here you go."
This conversation was repeated almost every step of the way from her accommodation to the entrance of the square.
"How enthusiastic..." After having the exact same conversation with the gatekeeper, Sang Zhitao couldn't help but wipe the sweat from her forehead.
Thinking of all the people who helped her, Sang Zhitao felt that the burden on her shoulders had become much lighter.
She had been away for almost half a month without any news, and she couldn't help but get anxious.
"Ah!" On the third day after she left Gathering Point Twelve, a scream suddenly came from the depths of an empty pipe.
Then came a furious outburst: "You have broken your oath!!!"
Sang Zhitao instinctively turned to leave.
She is currently frail and weak, and is a healer with no combat power, so she dares not participate in such a fight.
But before she could retreat back to the entrance, her escape route was blocked.
"There's another rat here." The leader was wearing a metal mask, and his voice was somewhat distorted behind the mask.
He was very tall, almost two meters, and wore a black combat suit with a metallic sheen and a pair of black leather gloves.
Sang Zhitao couldn't see his expression, but she could see the coldness in his eyes.
It was a look as if he were staring at a dead object, which made Sang Zhitao, who thought she had experienced a lot, shudder.
“Captain Kane,” a man wearing a silver mask called softly beside him.
The screams from deep within the pipe hadn't diminished much, but they were much softer by the time they reached this side, so much so that even though the man's voice was low, Sang Zhitao could still hear it.
The man called Kane reached out and grabbed Sang Zhitao by the back of her collar.
"I'm...I'm going to die..." Sang Zhitao desperately grabbed her collar, trying to lessen the pain in her neck.
The man gave her a cold look, and then, as if seeing something, his eyes flickered slightly. He grabbed Sang Zhitao's armpit with his other hand, pulled her up, and lifted her up by the stomach as if she were a handbag.
The heavy footsteps, "tap...tap...", were like the death knell, relentlessly striking Sang Zhi Tao Xin.
She couldn't help but shift her waist, which was being held by someone.
The man glanced at her.
Sang Zhitao instinctively shrank her neck and whispered, "I...I have a stomachache..."
The man looked away and continued walking forward, seemingly unconcerned.
Sang Zhitao couldn't help but exhale, then carefully sucked in her stomach, and then slid down the moment the other person's hand loosened due to the sudden contraction of her stomach.
The man didn't seem to care that his hand had slid from his arm around Sang Zhitao's stomach to her armpit.
Captain Kane has long strides, a distance that would take Sang Zhitao more than half an hour to cover, but he arrived in just ten minutes.
Sang Zhitao smelled the slightly bloody air and quickly covered her eyes with her hands.
She dared not look around carelessly; if she saw something she shouldn't, she might lose her life.
A dull thud rang out not far from her.
Sang Zhitao trembled from the shock.
Captain Kane casually placed her on the ground and walked slowly forward.
Sang Zhitao quickly half-squatted down and moved the narrow window through her palm to the side until she reached the pipe wall, where she finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Kane!" a terrified voice cried out, "Why are you here?!"
"Where are you hiding them?" Kane's voice was as cold as he was.
"This has nothing to do with you!" a terrified voice continued, tinged with anger. "Why are you Cleaners allowed into the Pipe World?!"
Upon hearing the words "Purgers," Sang Zhitao was taken aback and subconsciously let go of her hand, looking at the tall figure with his back to her.
She frowned, recalling what As had said about the agreement signed by the Spiral Tower, the Shadow Council, and the Mutual Aid Association, one of which stipulated that the Spiral Tower and the Shadow Council could not forcibly take away anyone who entered the Mutual Aid Association.
"You clearly signed an agreement! Are you, Spiral Tower, planning to breach the contract?!"
Sang Zhitao turned to look at the person who had been criticizing Kane.
Her pupils contracted sharply, and she turned her head abruptly to look at the person lying on the ground.
The people in front of them turned out to be a group from West Asia.
The one lying on the ground is Xiya.
The person who spoke up against Kane was the one who apologized to her on behalf of Sia.
"As long as you obediently tell us where the person is hiding, we naturally won't harm you." The one who spoke was the silver-masked man who had spoken to Kane earlier.
"Pah! You untrustworthy bastard, I won't tell!" Sia's companion was a man in his mid-twenties, with injuries on his face, looking at Kane and his group with disgust.
“I don’t like using superpowers, but I don’t mind using them,” Kane’s voice rang out.
Xi Ya's companion froze, subconsciously glancing at Xi Ya, who was still unconscious, and then at the other companions who were being held captive, a hint of hesitation flashing across his face.
Kane continued, "She's a traitor to the Spiral Tower, and I don't think the Mutual Aid Society would want to go against the Spiral Tower because of a traitor."
Would a mutual aid society really stand up to the Spiral Tower for the sake of an ordinary person?
Won't.
His companion in West Asia knew that Spiral Tower would never do such a thing. His eyes were filled with regret, especially for his own carelessness in having been caught red-handed.
"I...I...I'll talk!" He could no longer hold back after another girl let out a scream, collapsing to the ground and choking out his words.
“Very good.” Kane’s voice carried a hint of approval.
It's like an elder praising a young child for doing something that pleases them.
"...She was taken to the next level. We were only responsible for bringing her to the entrance. Only the people on the second level know what happened after that."
After revealing everything, it seemed that the shackles of morality had completely collapsed, and the young man no longer hesitated, directly stating, "That's all I know."
"When did you go down?" Kane asked in a cold voice.
“Three days ago,” the young man replied.
Kane gestured to the person next to him and then led his men away.
The man in the silver mask tossed a handful of gold coins and a medicine bottle before leaving.
"West Asia!" After the group of cleaners left, the young man scrambled and stumbled towards West Asia.
He carefully held Xiya in his arms, his eyes filled with tears, and called out Xiya's name repeatedly.
"The medicine..." After being untied, another girl quickly picked up the medicine from the ground and handed it over.
"Damn!" The young man sniffed the medicine in the bottle. "It's numb! It's for external injuries!"
"What do we do now? This place is too far from headquarters, and Gathering Point Twelve can't treat these internal injuries." The girl couldn't help but feel worried and anxious.
The man on the other side walked over and looked at Xiya sadly: "We can only accept our fate..."
"Nonsense! Everything in West Asia is absolutely fine!" The young man couldn't help but glare at the man.
The man touched his nose, then, as if realizing something, said unhappily, "What does this have to do with me? If you hadn't been unwilling to talk about it, Xiya wouldn't be like this."
The young man turned pale at his words and quickly looked down at Xiya, tears of apology and sorrow falling drop by drop onto Xiya's face.
The man opened his mouth, seemingly wanting to say something sarcastic.
"Alright, shut up." Another girl rolled her eyes at him and dragged him aside.
"Dying in the world of pipes is perfectly normal, why are you taking it out on me?" Perhaps taking advantage of the young woman's lack of interest in him, or perhaps not wanting to lose face as a man in front of the girl, the man's complaining never stopped.
"I told you to shut up! You bastard, who are you cursing?!" The young man clenched his fist tightly on Xiya's back.
He held back for a long time, but finally exploded after the man said, "Send him back to the assembly point for cremation."
The two got into a fight in the pipe, and the girl pulled on one and the other, but in the end no one could stop them.
Sang Zhitao hesitated for a long time as she watched Xiya collapse on the spot.
She wanted to carefully conceal her identity, just as everyone had advised, but she couldn't bear to watch the people who had helped her die.
"Get lost!" The young man finally defeated the man by virtue of his youth.
After a roar, the man wiped the blood off his face roughly: "Hmph! Fine, I'll go!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the man limped away.
The girl seemed closer to the man. After he left, she glanced at Xiya, then at the young man, and finally stamped her foot before following him away.
The young man stood frozen in place, motionless.
After a long while, he slowly raised his head, glanced at Xiya, then covered his face with his hands, knelt on the ground crying.
Sang Zhitao couldn't help but sigh before carefully moving in front of the young man: "Perhaps I can save her."
The young man suddenly raised his head, his face streaked with tears, but his eyes were full of hope: "Really? Thank you, thank you!"
Sang Zhitao waved her hand dismissively before saying to him, "My method of saving people is rather unusual, so turn around and don't peek."
The young man had no intention of making demands at this moment. He nodded repeatedly, turned around, and squatted down with his back to Xiya.
Sang Zhitao walked to Xiya's side, staring intently at the young man's back, and gently placed her hand on Xiya's body.
About seven or eight minutes later, Xi Ya's face regained some color, and her breathing became much heavier.
"Alright." Sang Zhitao wiped the sweat from her brow and called out to the young man.
"Thank you, thank you! Xia Xia!" The young man quickly turned around and ran over, even tripping and falling along the way.
He paid no attention to his bleeding knees, only thanking Sang Zhitao repeatedly, and turning to look at Xiya as if he were dreaming.
"Don't tell anyone about me," Sang Zhitao instructed, then ignored the other person and walked deeper into the pipe.
The young man gave her a deep look, then slapped himself, picked up Xiya, and walked in the opposite direction.
The world of pipes is vast, and he will take Sia to the farthest region from here, where no one will know that Sia, who nearly died, was rescued...
"This bottle of internal injury medicine is with me. What did you give to that group of people?" At another entrance leading to the next level, Kane looked at the medicine in his hand and asked his subordinate with a puzzled expression.
"Huh? Not internal injury medicine?" The silver-masked subordinate froze. "Wrong medicine? That person wouldn't..."
Kane put the medicine back into his pocket: "Never mind, let's go."
As he spoke, he walked toward the entrance.
Seeing this, his subordinates dared not say anything and followed him inside.
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