Chapter 84 Chapter 84 Revenge
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Tea, fragrant with tea, poured from a tea set carved with a dragon's head, onto a cyan ornament. As the temperature rose, the ornament changed color, transforming into a golden-red dragon carp.
"This is tea set shipped from China, would you like to try it?" A bearded man in a Tang suit sat behind a solid wood round table and looked up at the bored gray-haired young man.
Hearing this, Mo Shiyu finally raised his eyes. His gaze stopped on the tea set. His voice was cold, and his voice was like sweet wine.
“Are you Chinese?”
"I guess so." The bearded man in Tang suit tanned his face slightly. He was very keenly aware of what Mo Shiyu was concerned about. As his mind was wrapped around this, he suddenly smiled with interest and stood up to ask.
"You too?"
He looked over, but Mo Shiyu had already averted his gaze without any interest. He lowered his neck, with his gray hair tied up low, and picked up a pool cue.
The light favored him particularly. The man could clearly see his jawline and every finger outlined by light and shadow on the dark green pool table.
He bent down and knocked the ball into the pocket with one shot.
What a beautiful shadow.
As if finally remembering his question, the gray-haired young man tilted his head towards him, looking back at him with his eyes raised, his gloomy and cold brows like a hook, "Yes."
The man was holding the cup and suddenly felt a sense of sympathy.
But this feeling, which was so shallow that it couldn't be any shallower, disappeared lightly like a feather blown away by the wind before he could even notice it.
"Have a drink." He poured a cup of tea and placed it on the table. "Drink it while you still can."
"No thanks." Mo Shiyu refused.
"I have many cheongsams." The short-haired, beautiful woman smiled softly. "If you like, I can wear them for you every day."
At this time, the door of the room finally opened.
A man with semi-long black hair came out, followed by a middle-aged man with a pot belly and a gold chain. The middle-aged man stared at Mo Shiyu and said kindly, "Do you want to join us?"
This voice belonged to the person who asked him if he had been fucked by the neighbor uncle.
Mo Shiyu curled his lips. He was a little too lazy to act, but he had to, so his expression looked a little out of place. Fortunately, most people would just stare at his face obsessively, so it didn't matter if his expression wasn't right. "Yes."
The middle-aged man walked over and kneaded Mo Shiyu's shoulders with his big hands. He squinted his eyes at the intoxicating touch and said, "Let's have a drink together. We will be brothers from now on."
He should have been used to seeing beauties, but he was still distracted by the sinister and dazzling face in front of him. He subconsciously moved his palm downwards, but Mo Shiyu slapped it away.
Mo Shiyu raised his eyelids and hit him on the delicate tendons without mercy, causing him to hiss in pain.
The middle-aged man covered his hands and jumped up and down, looking up at him, and found that this beautiful money-making bag was looking at him with fear and vigilance.
"I, why don't I leave first." Mo Shiyu stood up and took a step back, his face pale and hesitant. "Come back next time."
"Don't, don't." The man with long black hair quickly stopped him, "Don't be afraid, I'm here."
He turned around and gave a look secretly, thinking that it was not in his hands yet, so he should keep it for now.
The middle-aged man's hand that touched Mo Shiyu was extremely painful at first, but now it was numb and he couldn't even lift it up. He didn't know what was going on.
His expression was extremely grim, and he looked at Mo Shiyu viciously. After a long while, he smiled with a suppressed smile, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. If I make you uncomfortable, I won't touch you anymore."
Damn, he has such a heavy psychological shadow, he must have been used by someone.
It looks like he is not an adult, and the back is loose, which affects the price. Let's see how he deals with him.
He thought viciously.
Mo Shiyu sneered in his heart.
The acting skills of the people here were so bad that he even had the idea that he couldn't lose to these guys.
They sat on the sofa, opened a few bottles of wine, and started chatting.
Mo Shiyu looked at the man with black curly hair, tilted his head, and suddenly said, "I always feel like we seem to have met before."
"Do you have a brother?"
"Yes, I have a brother. What's the matter?" The man tilted his head to look at him.
"Does he work here like you?"
"He was, but he died later."
"How did he die?"
The black curly-haired man said impatiently, "How should I know? He's just an idiot. It's just right that he's dead. I wouldn't be in this position if he were alive."
"Really?" Mo Shiyu said.
"Little brother, the scar on your forehead doesn't look good."
A man sitting nearby came over and pointed at his wound.
Mo Shiyu propped up his head and looked back at him. There were some sharp needles in his eyes that made people feel hot and exciting.
Mo Shiyu smiled nonchalantly, "I'm a man, I don't need to dress up. And you guys have scars on your bodies, I think that's cool."
"We are different." The man sneered and shook his head.
"Find something to cover it up." The short-haired woman took out a few tattoo stickers from her jewelry box. "This one is cool too."
Mo Shiyu looked down and wondered if it was a coincidence, but the tattoos the woman took out were all fish tattoos.
He picked up a blue-green fish as long as his index finger and held it to his forehead.
The fish's tail was winding and cold in color, as if it was going to swim along the long corner of his eye and into his smoky gray iris.
The woman with short, colorful hair looked at him intently. "Very nice."
Mo Shiyu threw away the tattoo sticker and raised his lip, "The wound hasn't healed yet, let's talk about it after it heals."
He didn't want to, and the short-haired woman didn't mind.
For this child, there are only two options: to put it on himself or to have someone help him put it on.
The middle-aged man pursed his lips, and the man with semi-long black hair inconspicuously dipped a packet of medicine powder into the wine, then handed the glass of wine to Mo Shiyu. He hypocritically grabbed his shoulder and said.
"Let's have a drink together. We'll be brothers from now on."
Mo Shiyu looked at him, a smile slowly rising from the corners of his mouth, like a ghost soaked in hot blood.
He took the glass, drank it all, and put the empty glass on the table.
"I wish you all good things and much support." He said slowly.
This scene was an illusion created by She Yu. Mo Shiyu slowly poured the wine onto the dragon carp in the tea set.
Everyone watched him finish the glass of wine, and no one tried to stop him.
“…”
The middle-aged man was puzzled for a moment. What was this boy talking about? Aren't toasts usually about blessings like "May your wishes come true"?
It was the man in the Tang suit who understood the meaning.
Those who are righteous will have many supporters. This sentence is usually followed by the next sentence: Those who are unrighteous will have few supporters.
In war, those who stand on the side of justice will get more help, while those who stand on the side of immorality will be isolated and helpless, and will only be defeated by the other side.
If you say this to the police, it must be a blessing, but if you say it to this group of unscrupulous executioners, they will definitely think it is a provocation before a fight.
This boy... must be just young and ignorant.
However, even in Chinese, this sentence is not used much.
***
Mo Shiyu placed the cup on the table and tilted his head to watch the people around him slowly approaching.
The man with semi-long black hair finally laughed in ecstasy at this moment. He pulled out a long scarlet rope from behind him, and his turbid and cold eyes were filled with greed and desire.
"My beautiful purse." He sighed in a low, obsessed voice.
On the floor, a black shadow was approaching and undulating. Mo Shiyu staggered forward, his body swayed a few times, he grabbed the tablecloth on the table, and fell to the ground.
In an instant, the tablecloth slipped from his hand and the clinking sound of utensils falling to the ground was endless.
Someone was afraid that he might get hurt, so they helped him up and said, "Baby, be careful."
The young man with long ash-gray hair supported himself on the ground, shielding his face with his elbows. His exposed eyes were distracted. "I feel a little dizzy..."
The man with semi-long black hair pulled up his arm, hooked it with a red rope, and tied it up, causing the young man to lean back.
"That's normal. Look at the camera."
The short-haired woman remembered something, squatted down, and gently untied his tight hair tie.
Layers of gray spread out like an ink painting with well-defined brushstrokes.
Suddenly, whispers were heard.
"His hair is so long?"
"Damn, I found a treasure."
The short-haired woman looked down for a moment and unbuttoned two buttons on the young man's collar.
The young man must have realized the danger. He bent his waist, lowered his head, and bit the red rope that bound his hands. The scarlet red color between his lips was dazzling. A few strands of sweaty ash-gray hair hung down and fell on his tight waistline.
A vulgar and obscene scene.
"It's just the scar on his forehead," someone said regretfully, as if looking at a flaw in a perfect painting. "Cover it up with a tattoo sticker. Wait until the scab falls off, then tattoo it back in."
The short-haired woman took out the blue fish that Mo Shiyu had picked out earlier, dipped it in water, and placed it on the coin-sized scar. A vivid little fish leaped into the corner of his closed eye, as if soaked in tears.
"It looks good even with scars."
The short-haired woman said softly and infatuatedly, "Xiaoyu is always beautiful."
“…”
Mo Shiyu slowly turned his head, his lips as red as wine. He raised his lips slightly and showed a little ticklish smile, "Hey..."
"It turns out they're not all idiots."
He said softly.
The room, which was noisy just now, suddenly became quiet.
No one spoke. The middle-aged man held on to the chair and stood up. He frowned and stared at Mo Shiyu closely.
How can he still speak after taking the medicine?
"Shit." The man in the Tang suit stood up suddenly. "A cop? A fisherman?"
"Is the photo taken?" Mo Shiyu slowly sat up, holding one end of the red rope in his mouth, and slowly bit off the knot.
"...What?" The man with semi-long black hair held the camera stiffly.
"I'm not talking to you." Mo Shiyu's lips curled slightly, and his eyes looked at the place three inches above the man's head.
It was not until this moment that the man suddenly lowered his head and noticed that the camera in his hand had become illusory at some point.
Slowly turned into smoke.
The man felt a strange sticky feeling crawling up his back. He touched his neck and felt his hands full of cold hair.
“…” He slowly raised his head and saw a white doll hanging upside down on the chandelier, with its cold hair hanging down to his neck.
There was a camera hanging around the doll's neck, and it was pressing the shutter button frantically at the gray-haired young man on the ground.
"Click, click, click, click, click, click."
Noticing the man's gaze, the white doll stopped moving and slowly turned its head in mid-air. The man's gaze just happened to meet the two black hole-like eyes.
A slight cool breeze blew across my neck.
The doll hanging upside down stretched out its pointed tip and covered his frightened eyes from behind.
“Ahhhh—”
The black curly-haired man suddenly let out a shrill scream. He twisted his body frantically, but still couldn't control his face from moving away from the soft tip of the doll.
The tip of the eye gradually sank deeper and deeper into his eye socket, and two lines of blood flowed down the connection between the tip of the eye and his eye socket.
"It's been two years." Mo Shiyu threw away the red rope. "You're still using the same old tricks. It seems there's no need to act anymore."
The man in the Tang suit leaned against the wall, staring at the scene blankly.
"I'm surprised that there's someone else who remembers me..." said Mo Shiyu.
"After all, you've trafficked so many women, teenagers, and children. So, you don't remember what the people you sold looked like."
Mo Shiyu stood up on the spot, his eyes devoid of light, and he slowly raised a standard smile, "That's normal."
The man in the Tang suit took a step back, made a quick decision, and immediately crawled towards the door.
This is definitely not a cop here to fish!
This is a madman!
All his instincts were screaming at this moment.
Run away! Or you'll die! You'll definitely die!
However, before it could hit the door frame.
A tattered hemp rope suddenly fell down and hooked his neck.
The next second, his neck suddenly tightened, his body suddenly flew into the air, and his toes left the ground.
He kicked wildly, his spasmodic fingers pinching the deeply sunken neck, his nails scratching randomly, his eyes wide open, his bloodshot eyeballs staring straight ahead.
"...considering that I am also a Chinese..." He squeezed out a few Chinese words from between his teeth, "for the sake of..."
Mo Shiyu shook his head.
"Chinese people value reciprocity." He smiled. "Don't talk to me about whether we're from the same hometown, you scum."
The next second, the neck of the man in the Tang suit was twisted and bent, and there was a teeth-grinding crackling sound.
His body tensed convulsively, then drooped limply.
Mo Shiyu walked around his dangling body, came to the gate, and gently locked it.
"Wait, wait a minute!" The middle-aged man suddenly fell to the ground, his lips trembling as he kept saying, "Two years ago, I wasn't the boss of this gang. I was just a mid-level leader. I've never seen you before. I'm sure if I had seen you, I wouldn't have forgotten you."
"So please let me go!" he pleaded, "Someone did this to you two years ago, but it has nothing to do with me!"
Mo Shiyu squatted down and stared at him.
"Don't you understand yet?" Mo Shiyu brushed back a few strands of gray hair and said with a smile, "I don't care who you are. Just like you don't remember me, to be honest, I don't remember you very much either."
"You will die just because I happened to come here today and happened to meet you."
"Just like those people you abducted, they were taken from the human world to hell simply because they happened to meet you one day."
Before he finished speaking, Mo Shiyu pulled out a sharp knife from his pocket, held the knife in his backhand, and stabbed it into the back of the middle-aged man's hand as he tried to reach into his pocket like lightning. The blade pierced deeply and nailed it to the floor.
"Ahhh! Fuck! Ahhhh!" the middle-aged man screamed.
"I'm talking to you, but you're not listening carefully." Mo Shiyu dipped his fingers in some of the blood flowing from the blade and smeared it on the other person's eyes.
"How could you do this to me?"
He lowered his head and smiled softly, the lines of his neck were long and smooth.
Madman... The remaining few people didn't dare to move.
…
Mo Shiyu took the cell phone out of the middle-aged man's pocket and unlocked it with his bloody fingers.
"I don't need to leave too many people behind." Mo Shiyu glanced at the short-haired woman with a blushing face and tilted his head. "Aren't you going to say anything?"
The short-haired woman whispered, "You've changed, Xiaoyu."
"Who are you?" Mo Shiyu said.
"Don't you remember?" She knelt on the ground, clutching her hair in unbearable pain. "How could you forget me?"
"I've beaten you, tied you up, and injected you with those drugs. I've always been the one taking care of you..."
"You are so beautiful. I don't want you to leave. I want to shave your face and cut off your limbs so that no customers will want you and you will belong to me forever." She looked at him infatuatedly.
"I haven't seen you for two years. You've become more beautiful."
“…”Mo Shiyu.
Mo Shiyu wondered what sin he had committed that he always heard others fantasizing about him in front of him.
From the lifeless body of the black curly-haired man, a red pointed doll was retrieved from the black holes in his facial features. He slowly turned his head and looked at the woman.
"It's all because of Will-O'-the-Wisp's brother." The short-haired woman said resentfully, "He stopped me and caused you to be sold. I can't find you anymore."
…
Mo Shiyu's eyebrows moved slightly.
The distant memories seemed to come alive.
Fragments of memory slowly slipped into his eyes.
He still had short hair and was handcuffed to a wooden bed. His body was covered with bruises and contusions. A silent man was applying medicine on him.
"Let me go," he begged desperately.
The man remained silent with his eyes downcast as he applied medicine to the bruises under his eyes.
"I don't want the medicine!" Mo Shiyu turned his head away and said hurriedly, "Let me go, and I'll give you money."
There was a long silence, the light in his eyes grew dimmer, and his bound hands, which were covered in blood, kept clenching.
"Boss said someone offered a whopping price." The man suddenly said, "Buy you."
"If I don't let you go, I can get a 1 million yuan share," he said. "If I let you go, I won't be able to support my father, mother, and brother."
"Please have pity on me too."
“…”
Mo Shiyu suddenly felt annoyed. He slashed the short-haired woman's neck with a knife and walked to the lifeless body of the black-haired man.
"What a pity." He squatted down, looking at the corpse whose facial features had turned into several black holes, and said with regret, "Your brother still hasn't survived."
Dirty money cannot support clean people.
***
The background of the video is completely black.
The middle-aged man sat on a leather chair, facing the large screen in front of him. "How is it?"
The voice was specially adjusted by the machine. "This product once set a record for price per unit."
"Is it the seller's decision to put it back on the market?"
"Yes," the middle-aged man said, "I believe he can create a new unit price record."
The mechanical voice paused. "Such a beautiful item would be perfect for a gory livestream as a gimmick."
"Based on the highest standards, $5 million. After repackaging, I'll ship it here. Cargo channel 031, private aviation. A private plane will pick it up in seven days."
The lights came back on.
Mo Shiyu walked out from behind the door and tilted his head. "Five million?"
This is just the price we get from suppliers.
"Am I so valuable?" He touched his chin.
Mo Shiyu turned around and looked at the middle-aged man's dull eyes, from which a trace of blood slowly flowed.
Behind his head, dense, spider-like white hair was pulled out one by one from the back of his head, and like a swimming snake, it flowed from the floor to the body of the doll beside Mo Shiyu's legs.
The body, having lost its support, slowly slid down from the chair.
Mo Shiyu let out a breath, touched She Yu's head and praised him.
"First the teeth, now the hair."
"Sheyu, you are becoming more and more like a human."
She Yu tilted his head back and let Mo Shiyu stroke his smooth white hair.
In his arms was a camera, which he held in his hands like a treasure.
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