Chapter 23
To be kidnapped in a teahouse is truly a sign of the decline of morality and the loss of traditional values.
Ye Yihe guessed that something had been put in the food served, and that once he was unconscious, he pretended to be a paramedic or something similar and volunteered to take him away from the teahouse and bring him here...
It's obvious that this was premeditated.
As for betrayal and such, Ye Yihe was too lazy to listen to the big brother's harsh words, and his gaze was only focused on the environment around him.
The floor was rough concrete, and there was no decoration around. Even the chairs seemed to have been moved from somewhere, standing out abruptly in this dimly lit room.
This was not the building Ye Yihe had seen when he first arrived in Yokohama, but an abandoned building of unknown location; the sunlight was also blocked out, as if this place were an abyss.
Faced with these threats, whether overt or covert, Ye Yihe merely moved the shackles on his wrists, thinking expressionlessly.
This organization has really lowered its standards; even the chairs they use are uncomfortable to sit on.
The previous one at least had a soft pad.
"Aren't you going to say anything? You bastard!"
The man in front of him was clearly enraged. He gritted his teeth and was almost about to stand up and berate Ye Yihe, but whether it was because the person standing next to him said a few words to him or for some other reason, he finally managed to suppress his anger.
Besides the older man who was speaking, there were three or four other people standing in the room, all of whom looked at Ye Yihe with hostility.
Where is my book?
Ye Yihe ignored all of this and only asked the question that concerned him most.
“…”
Wearing a military uniform whose rank he couldn't discern or understand, this middle-aged man with a buzz cut instantly erupted in fury at Ye Yihe's nonchalant remark, "I think you're deliberately courting death..."
"Wait a moment, Commander Sato."
Another man standing next to him advised, "Don't underestimate this man. I've heard he's already quite famous in the Russian underworld, manipulating many villains at will, and is even known as the 'Demon.'"
"I think he's only doing this to provoke you."
Ye Yihe: "…………"
No, he really cared where those books went. He didn't care about the dictionaries and textbooks; what he really cared about was the book by Natsume Soseki that Oda Sakunosuke had given him.
“But he betrayed us, V (five), that’s undeniable.” A man standing a little distance away, holding a gun, also spoke at this moment.
"This infamous 'Demon' Fyodor initially approached us with sweet words, but then abandoned the contact information we provided and chose to meet with that man instead... Ha, so this is how our base and personnel information were leaked."
What does it have to do with him? Ye Yihe's eyes showed increasing speechlessness. That man, how come he didn't know that some man was asking him for information that even he himself didn't know?
Also, five? It's not pronounced as the letter V, but as the Roman numeral five?
“Mr. Fyodor, Mitamura is dead,” the man in military uniform at the head of the group seemed to have calmed down a bit, his speech slowing and his voice low. “He died in detention. Of course, we can guarantee that he didn’t leak any information… but right now, our people hidden deep within the government are being secretly arrested one by one. Do you know what’s going on?”
"No."
Ye Yihe's reply was concise and to the point.
Achoo! The calico cat, far away in its new hiding place, sneezed.
I'm not sure how the investigation into suspicious individuals within the government that he commissioned is progressing; I'll try to ask him about it once it's safe to do so...
“…”
After hearing only two sentences from the other party, the man sitting opposite Ye Yihe knew that he could no longer endure it.
He looked at the thin boy in front of him, who was handcuffed and sitting on a simple wooden chair.
Despite being imprisoned and the only prisoner in the room, the other party remained indifferent, even his wine-red eyes seemed to have a cold, darker purple tinge, as if he regarded them as nothing more than a few corpses lying in his eyes.
Instinctively, the man in military uniform sat up straight, as if he felt a bone-chilling cold coursing through his bones.
Danger. Instinct is sounding the alarm.
He felt he couldn't drag it out any longer. Capturing the other party was already tantamount to breaking off relations. Since he couldn't get any information, there was no need to be polite anymore.
"In that case, let's move on to the next step."
One of the rather burly, bald men walked over, his shoes making a heavy, screeching sound as they stomped on the concrete floor.
He snapped his knuckles one by one, seemingly intending to retaliate with force.
Ye Yihe watched him walk towards her step by step without showing any emotion, getting closer and closer.
His hands remained behind his back in the chair, as if he had become a lamb to the slaughter.
Be wary of supernatural abilities.
The man in military uniform suddenly reminded him, "Just in case he has it."
"Yes, boss."
The burly man gave a low reply, his steps continuing unabated, and he had already reached Ye Yihe—
"Who wants to use superpowers?"
Ye Yihe let out a cold laugh.
The next moment, he braced himself against the back of the chair and used his incredible balance to flip himself up. His hard boot followed, drawing a sharp arc from bottom to top, and kicked the strong man's vulnerable jaw with unstoppable kinetic energy.
A faint cracking sound seemed to be heard, and the burly man didn't even have time to scream before the pain was so intense that it caused him to go into shock instantly.
"Varied--!"
Unable to fully feign surprise, Ye Yihe used the back of the chair to flip himself from a sitting to a standing position, gripped the wooden chair tightly, and swung it back at his older brother who had been sitting there leisurely muttering for a while. The whole action was completed in one smooth motion.
He can't compete with them in terms of physical strength now, but when it comes to explosive power, everyone here is trash.
With the added force of the inch strike, the old wooden chair struck first, hitting the opponent's nose bone before he could even raise his hand to block. The pain was so intense that tears streamed down his face, and he also suffered temporary blindness, losing his ability to fight.
The chair then fell to the ground and rolled over, making several muffled thuds before Ye Yihe bent down and picked it up.
"See? I told you learning how to pick locks with wire would be useful."
He sighed and revealed the wire hidden in his sleeve with his other hand.
The handcuffs were carelessly tossed aside, sliding a short distance on the ground with a crisp scraping sound.
There are three enemies left, one of whom is armed.
They were probably stunned for a moment because they didn't expect that this seemingly anemic, weak, and pale-skinned body could take down their two strongest fighters in the blink of an eye.
"Kill him!"
They immediately realized what was happening and drew their guns to teach this arrogant bastard a lesson.
But Ye Yihe's actions will only be faster than theirs.
Thanks to the results of his recent consistent exercise, his physical strength is much better than before, enough for him to take a light step forward, twist his forearm and swing the wooden chair to strike the elbow of the person closest to him!
Cluck cluck.
The sound of bones breaking and the subsequent screams were unmistakable. The attack landed perfectly. Ye Yihe didn't linger to confirm the result; instead, he flung the chair at the second man while charging towards the last. His feigned punch tricked the man into panicking and firing his gun.
Right now.
With an extremely calm expression, Ye Yihe ducked to avoid the gunshot, then took a step to a sudden stop and changed his move to a wrist twist to disarm her.
—At this point, the roles of offense and defense have been reversed.
In the blink of an eye, the score went from five against one to one against four, with another player lying unconscious on the ground foaming at the mouth, his fate unknown.
Even though they were only facing one gun barrel, everyone present felt as if they were surrounded.
"I don't usually use weapons much, but I found them quite handy today."
With the gun pointed at the leader, whose nose was sunken and whose face was covered in snot and tears, Ye Yihe picked up the wooden chair that was still stubbornly standing, laid it flat on the ground, and slowly sat down.
Everyone watched his every move with trepidation. This time, the fear was physical.
Give me your phone.
Ye Yihe spoke coldly, and a cell phone was immediately handed to him.
Under the watchful eyes of four people, Ye Yihe dialed the police, "Officer, a kidnapping has occurred here."
"That's right, there are five people, and the address is... Hey, give me the address."
Everyone: "………………"
The mighty "Demon" actually called the police? Seriously?!
"you……"
As soon as Ye Yihe finished speaking after hanging up the call, his vision blurred again.
[Congratulations, host, for resolving the incident. Resurrection Points +100.]
The system, which had been dormant for a long time, suddenly reappeared and started making waves.
...Xiao Ai's timing couldn't be worse this time!
Ye Yihe couldn't utter the complaint before his consciousness instantly fell into a deep sleep.
…………
When Oda Sakunosuke received a call from a female employee at the teahouse, informing him that Ye Yihe had collapsed inside the shop and been taken away by an ambulance, he immediately sensed that something was wrong.
He didn't track it for very long; when he arrived at the abandoned factory, the dim crescent moon was just rising.
"Fyodor...!"
Oda Sakunosuke rushed into the room.
The boy sitting in the chair was facing him, with five corpses and a pistol at his feet.
The sweet, metallic blood flowed slowly in the dim light, pooling into a dark, shallow pool, while he bit his knuckles, deep in thought, his expression calm and serene, as if he didn't care about the horrific scene at all.
"It's Odasaku."
Those cold, wine-red eyes, which seemed to gaze into the abyss of evil, shifted slightly and looked toward Oda Sakunosuke.
He spoke softly, but with a slight smile, he uttered this affectionate nickname to the other person whose expression was solemn.
An invitation is attached.
"Would you be interested in joining... [The House of the Dead]?"
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