Chapter 119 Extra Chapter: Ye Yihe in the Original Work (Part 2): I'm Just Making an Assumption
A is in a good mood.
For a paltry sum of gems as payment, the human traffickers brought him the mastermind behind the Moby-Dick incident—Dostoevsky.
The leader of the "House of the Dead" is a cunning Siberian rat.
Now that it's in his hands, the other party is nothing more than a sewer rat with nowhere to escape.
Killing him would be a piece of cake, and it wouldn't be difficult for the leader of the [Port Mafia], Mori, to demand severe torture and punishment, but A wanted more.
For example—why should he always remain under the leader, only able to become an untrusted cadre who obeys orders?
Therefore, he applied to Chief Sen for the authority to dispose of the prisoner Dostoevsky.
Right now, A is standing in this dimly lit underground prison.
Dostoevsky, sitting on the floor in front of him, stared at him with his deep red eyes—it was hard to believe just by looking at his face, that he was the leader of the "Rats in the House of the Dead," who had manipulated several major forces at will.
"Give me the dagger," A said to his subordinate.
After obtaining the dagger, A turned around and looked directly at the thin, pale-faced, black-haired youth. "Hello, welcome to the Mafia."
“I am A,” he said with a cold laugh, raising his dagger and aiming the blade at the Siberian rat curled up in a ball.
"The last person you talk to in your life."
"…………"
[The Demon] didn't speak, but reacted slightly to the words.
His restrained arms twitched slightly, as if reflexively trying to escape the potential harm that might be inflicted upon him.
But it was no use, A thought to himself with a cold laugh.
On this isolated "island," his private army is the strongest force, and a mere rat could not possibly escape.
However, it's precisely to achieve this effect that it's desirable.
In this silent confrontation of their first meeting, [death] was the psychological pressure he deliberately exerted on the other party.
Then—the dagger fell, but instead of striking, it severed the leather binding Dostoevsky.
"How can you let guests sit on the cold floor!"
A's expression instantly switched to extreme dissatisfaction, as if he had never arranged these acts of physical torture against Dostoevsky.
"Go and get his clothes and hot drink! And hurry up!"
Ye Yihe, whose muscles were already tense and ready to react the moment the dagger was thrust at him, saw the other party suddenly change his expression.
"…………"
This guy, does he think he can win people's hearts by doing this?
Ye Yihe was a little speechless, but he still stood up and cooperated with the other party's arrangements—taking a bath, changing back into the clothes that Fyodor usually wore, and being moved from the prison to another cellar where wine and goods were stored.
The air was filled with the unique aroma of red wine and wood. Directly opposite was a grandfather clock with a pendulum, swinging back and forth, pointing to 7:20 p.m.
There were also many guards standing around, all looking nervous, and they all wore jeweled necklaces around their necks that were exactly the same as the boy's.
After briefly surveying his surroundings, Ye Yihe looked away, put on the fluffy earmuffs he had just recovered, and pulled the thick cloak even tighter around himself.
The ideal temperature for storing red wine is around 12 to 18 degrees Celsius, meaning that this cellar is no different from the refrigerator compartment of a refrigerator and will still be very cold.
In front of them, besides the man who called himself A, there was a gambling table with playing cards, red wine, and a communicator.
The only source of light in this cellar was an old-fashioned table lamp on the table.
“Mr. Dostoevsky, please.”
A smiled and gestured for Ye Yihe to sit down at the other end of the gambling table, with several stacks of chips beside him.
"Would you like a glass? This is Ausone red wine from Bordeaux, France, with only 2,500 cases sold each year."
He couldn't understand it, and he didn't like drinking.
Ayatsuji, who prefers Western food, probably knows more about this, but he doesn't deliberately show off where the wine he drinks comes from.
Chuuya seems to enjoy red wine, but he is still a minor, so he is currently prohibited from drinking alcohol by Ye Yihe.
The guy in front of him, who called himself A, was both inviting him to drink and dealing him cards.
Just now it was mentioned that this is the territory of the Mafia... According to young Dazai, illegal organizations in other worlds have never been thoroughly cracked down on like in his world. They are not only rampant, but the leading forces even control the economic lifeline of the entire city, and even the government has to bow down to them.
Therefore, this Mr. A in front of us is probably in charge of illegal gambling-related business operations within some mafia organization.
Ye Yihe didn't speak, but slowly nodded, watching the mellow red wine flow from the tilted bottle until it filled a third of the wine glass in front of him.
Five playing cards were dealt to him.
Ye Yihe picked it up expressionlessly and spread it out in a fan shape in his hand.
...I have absolutely no idea what they're trying to do.
If Dazai and Odasaku were here, their skills in card games would be unparalleled.
Forget it, anyway, this stack of chips is just a bunch of useless tokens to him. If he loses, can he ask him for money?
He had no money; he had already searched all the pockets of the clothes, and they were empty.
Fortunately, this A didn't really intend to play poker with him. Ye Yihe only needed to follow his lead in placing chips and then reveal his own cards when the other party revealed them.
After all, the other party seemed to be very good at this, as he always reached out and took all the chips from the middle of the table.
"I am a lonely man."
After playing several rounds in silence, A suddenly started with this sentence.
Ye Yihe looked up from behind the playing cards he had held up, “…………”
He's not alone now, so why say this to him?
“The Port Mafia doesn’t trust me at all,” A continued, talking to himself. “But I don’t trust them either.”
Ye Yihe: "...[Port Mafia]?"
“Oh dear, did I forget to tell you?” A’s eyes narrowed. “I am one of the five top executives of the Port Mafia, and also the one who paid the human traffickers to capture you.”
“This is indeed the first time I’ve heard of it,” Ye Yihe replied politely. “Hello.”
Here, Ye Yihe uses honorifics, completely imitating Fedia's usual tone and manner of speaking—something that was easy for him, who had spent years with Fedia.
Therefore, the Port Mafia organization still exists in this world.
But when he eliminated the Port Mafia, he didn't see this A on the personnel list... Did he join later?
In short, I hope that Chuuya is alright in this world. He was previously ordered to be hunted down by that old man leader because of his hair color.
Ye Yihe frowned inwardly, but still focused on listening to A continue speaking.
The clock on the grandfather clock showed eight o'clock.
"All I trust is this deck of cards, the jewels in the vault, and my own fifty-man army."
A smiled and threw the five cards in his hand that could form a straight flush onto the table, declaring victory.
"And today, I've found the fifty-first person. So, are you willing to join forces with me?"
"…………"
Ye Yihe then put down the five cards he was holding and asked, "Why?"
"I admire your ability to remain behind the scenes and use your wisdom to make several major forces kill each other."
A spread out one hand, making an inviting gesture, "And I happen to want your brainpower to cooperate with me in taking Mori Ougai's head... Hmph, that village doctor sent me to interrogate you, he would never have imagined that I would join forces with you."
Ye Yihe remained silent for a moment.
Just as the young Dazai had said, it was currently Mori Ougai's time as the leader of the Port Mafia, and he was at odds with this organization.
—To be honest, he'd rather wipe out the entire organization than the leader.
But at this moment, he was captured alone and had no way to contact the outside world... This was a bit of a problem.
"What if I refuse?" Ye Yihe asked.
"To tell you the truth, you have no right to refuse."
A's smile was malicious and dangerous, like that of a gambler who had won the other party's entire fortune, even their life.
He took out an unlocked gemstone necklace, and when he let go and dropped it, it made a clanging sound like a metal object hitting a table.
Ye Yihe glanced at the collar, then looked at him. "Do you want me to wear this?"
“That’s right,” A said. “If you want to survive, you have to wear it and voluntarily become my subordinate.”
"Why must I wear a collar to be considered your subordinate?"
Ye Yihe glanced discreetly at the identical gemstone necklaces worn around the necks of the others, and then asked.
"Wearing the collar, you're not worried I'll betray you?"
"Hmph... After all, he's a brainy type; his perspective on problems is always related to human nature." A sneered and stretched out his hand. "Then let me show you clearly. This is my special ability, [The Gem King's Abnormality]."
He clenched his fists into his palms—and then, one of his men standing behind him screamed and collapsed to the ground amidst the bright light emanating from the jewel around his neck.
When A released his fingers again, the scattered, sparkling gems fell from his palm.
"The effect is to convert the lives of your subordinates into gems of equal value."
A arrogantly declared, "Wearing the collar is proof of obedience to me and becoming my subordinate. Therefore, they dare not disobey me, and even if they have the thought of betraying me, they will face certain death."
"This gemstone necklace is only effective if the wearer wears it voluntarily, and once worn, it can never be removed."
“I see,” Ye Yihe replied without blinking, “Please forgive me for refusing.”
Since the other party explained the effects and conditions for the ability to take effect so clearly, only a fool would agree to wear it.
He had no interest in being a subordinate, let alone a subordinate to a professional gambler whom he found quite repulsive.
"That's not up to you."
A's tone immediately sombered, clearly dissatisfied with Ye Yihe's answer.
"You'll die here if you don't put on the collar, Dostoevsky. Like a rat killed in a basement, pathetic and wretched."
“I will neither die here nor wear a collar.”
Ye Yihe spoke calmly, completely disregarding A's threat.
It was this attitude of not taking the enemy seriously that completely enraged A—in his view, Ye Yihe was simply fearless.
Mori Ougai asked him to extract information about the "Rats in the House of the Dead" from the "Demon," including its members, funding, and plans for the next operation.
In any case, he really couldn't kill the indifferent young man in front of him directly; if he wanted to continue staying in the [Port Mafia], the leader's orders were absolute.
A stood up, grasped the wine bottle on the table, and his posture changed to one of condescension and utter arrogance.
"Now, let's begin the interrogation, Dostoevsky."
The human trafficker who brought the man here said that this rat was cunning enough and could easily manipulate people's minds with his words; but he himself had no fighting ability. All that was needed was to dig out his hiding place, point a gun at his head, and he could be slaughtered at will.
Sitting on the wooden chair, Ye Yihe looked up at him coldly. Her wine-red eyes showed no emotion, not even a trace of fear.
This utterly disdainful attitude made A's temple throb with anger.
The bottle held in his hand was lifted and smashed down heavily—
Bang!
This wasn't the sound of a blow to the head. A's attack missed, and the bottle shattered on the wooden chair back in vain, shards and liquor splattering everywhere!
To the astonishment of his subordinates, the young man before them, wearing an earmuff and with a clearly frail body, displayed unparalleled reaction speed at this moment.
He almost instantly dodged the sudden attack of the bottle, and at the same time snatched the stemmed glass from the table, smashing it against the edge of the table—
Thus, that sharp and slender piece of glass naturally became the young man's most convenient murder weapon.
The offensive and defensive positions were reversed in a mere instant, too fast for even a blink of an eye.
By the time Ye Yihe stood still, A had already released the broken wine bottle and was now trembling as he raised his hand, trying to pull out the glass spike stuck in his throat.
I advise you not to pull it out.
Ye Yihe's tone was calm, but it startled A so much that his hand froze—even though he couldn't speak at the moment, his eyes still revealed a fierce mix of anger, fear, and disbelief.
"Right now it's just a punctured trachea, and if you go to the hospital for treatment, you'll be fine. But if you move it around and it hits a nerve or artery... you'll die right here."
As he spoke, Ye Yihe's gaze shifted slightly as he looked around at his subordinates who were standing around, shocked by the scene before them.
"You want to order them to kill me, but you can't make a sound, right?"
—Ye Yihe continued, his gaze fixed on his subordinate wearing a jeweled necklace, “Then, I’d like to propose a hypothesis. Just a hypothesis.”
"Your trachea is currently blocked by a foreign object. If left untreated, you will suffocate and die within minutes. If the object is removed, you may inhale blood into your lungs, which will also lead to your death."
Unexpectedly, Ye Yihe's physical skills far surpassed those of his subordinates who were forced to work for him because they lost a bet. A's eyes were almost consumed by hatred.
"Assuming your subordinates are loyal, they will naturally do everything in their power to rescue their master when he is in trouble."
Ye Yihe ignored his almost murderous gaze. "But what if they leave you alone, and you immediately faint and die from suffocation... Then your superpowers will also become ineffective, and they will no longer be turned into gems?"
"Anyway, you're about to lose consciousness, so you can't use your powers to take them down with you."
The moment the words fell, all the subordinates present had their eyes light up.
"Okay, relax, I was just making a hypothetical statement."
A cold smile appeared on Ye Yihe's lips. When his gaze shifted downwards and landed on A from above, the expression of pity and disdain was almost identical to that of Fei Jia.
"The time has come to test how you usually treat your subordinates, Mr. A."
"Guess if they'll come to rescue you?"
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