Chapter 57 The Slum Boy's Desperate Comeback (Part 2, Revised)
In the Kaz Empire's Methyl land.
A group of soldiers stood in neat rows in front of the cold, imposing mechs, ready to don them and go into battle.
Their enemies are not only the soldiers of the Kaz Empire, but also the Zerg that occasionally emerge from the "Dark Regions".
A soldier and his comrades pressed the button to open the cockpit, but after pressing it once, the serpentine mech in front of them did not move at all.
The soldier tried again, even channeling his B-level mental energy into it. A beam of red light appeared in the mech's eyes, but just as the cockpit slowly opened, the soldier's mental energy was forced back by some force.
Before him, the serpentine mech fell silent and went out of service.
"Sir, one of the mechs here has malfunctioned," the soldier had no choice but to raise his hand to report.
"Take this mech to the logistics department," the officer ordered.
"yes!"
The serpentine mechs were dragged to the desolate logistics area to be buried among discarded parts. As the mech's consciousness, A-Tu secretly watched the mech army fly away like locusts through his eyes, and breathed a sigh of relief.
"Hiss~"
Fortunately, I wasn't tempted by the sweet talk.
Ah Tu was almost controlled by this completely unfamiliar thing called mental power. It was like gentle water caressing his body, it felt so... good. It took him a lot of effort to suppress his instincts.
If there were still people at this branch base, they would see a snake-shaped mech awkwardly inching its way out.
Master, I've come to find you!
Unlike Ah Tu, who was very conscientious and always thought about his master, Si Yisi didn't even think about where Ah Tu had run off to.
He was struggling to recover, fighting, and trying to get some aids from the black market in the slums.
Si Yisi stuffed a small piece of black bread into her bosom and slowly moved toward that dilapidated place that could hardly be called home.
A thin, dark-skinned boy suddenly staggered, his body involuntarily falling towards Si Yisi.
Si Yisi dodged the falling boy and smoothly pulled out the hidden dagger!
A fierce glint appeared on the boy's dark, thin face, like a cold snake. He also slid a dagger out of his sleeve and forcefully stabbed it into Si Yisi's vulnerable spot!
As soon as he took over, Si Yisi discovered that the dark-skinned, thin boy had a deep understanding of Q's fighting style. He always went for the openings that would appear when Q was fighting.
If it were Q standing here now, he would be injured at least if not killed.
Si Yisi simply used the same feint that Q would make to attack the skinny, dark-skinned boy, but just when the boy thought he had found an opening, she withdrew the feint and the dagger went off in another direction!
"Sizzle!"
The dagger pierced the dark-skinned, thin boy's abdomen smoothly, leaving a hole in him.
The dark-skinned, thin boy's eyes flickered, and the next moment he was about to dart out like a mouse!
Q's companions had studied his temperament; he would fight with the slum dwellers, but he wouldn't care if they ran away...
The thought had just flashed through his mind—
"Sizzle!"
Si Yisi pulled out her dagger and stabbed the boy several more times, leaving bloody holes.
He trampled the astonished boy under his feet. The boy looked utterly dejected, as if he had given up resisting.
Sizzle—
An invisible sound brushed past Si Yisi's eardrums. He couldn't see the object that had suddenly attacked him, but a kind of "electric current" suddenly surged in his mind.
That invisible entity, like a venomous snake or lightning, was about to pierce through Si Yisi's head at an extremely fast speed!
Si Yisi felt a dull pain in his head and his vision blurred for a moment, but without blinking, he plunged the dagger into the boy's wound again!
"Impossible..." The dark-skinned, thin boy spat out a mouthful of blood.
He was pinned down by Si Yisi, his ribs feeling as if they were about to break.
"What was that?" Si Yisi pressed her brow, recalling the pain she had felt in the blink of an eye. It was clearly an invisible attack force.
Q's memory didn't mention this, but Si Yisi quickly guessed that it was probably some kind of power with a special name.
"Pah... Kill me or torture me, it's up to you." The dark-skinned, thin boy's lips were stained with blood, but he still laughed wildly.
"Mental strength?" Si Yisi said casually.
He grabbed the dark-skinned, thin boy's jaw and dislocated it with a snap, pulling out the poison sac hidden inside.
Q has one too; everyone in the slums has one. They just don't want to be captured and kept as playthings, or rather, captured by the enemy.
The dark-skinned, thin boy's pupils dilated, and at the same time, Si Yisi once again felt the impact of that spiritual energy.
This time, Si Yisi opened up a bit of the data stream. He saw the dark-skinned, thin boy about to faint, so he quickly grabbed him and slapped him more than a dozen times across the face.
“Don’t faint,” Si Yisi pressured him. “I won’t kill you, but you have to lead the way to the black market.”
"I...I'll take it." The thin, dark-skinned boy's voice was barely audible. Why did he know about the existence of spiritual power?! Why could Q, who hadn't even cultivated a spiritual core, backfire on spiritual power?!
The black market, like the slums, is like a rat in a sewer, unable to see the light of day, surrounded by a deathly atmosphere and an inescapable chill.
"Guest, what would you like?"
Si Yisi walked up to a stall owner who was completely covered by a hood. The stall owner looked up and asked him a question, a strand of dark purple hair slipping out from under the hood.
Si Yisi had a sudden thought: "I want to blow up a mech, do you have any suitable recommendations?"
Other stall owners might have called him delusional, but the man with purplish-black hair looked up and lazily said to Si Yisi, "Yes."
"They're all cheap; they're on sale."
Si Yisi glanced at him. These so-called goods that could blow up mechs were indeed very cheap, and their grayish appearance was no different from those sold at street stalls.
"Two stars," the man said.
"Okay." Si Yisi paid the money, stuffed the small package into her arms, and left.
Si Yisi walked a short distance and slightly opened the package. He brushed away the dust from the surface of the weapons, revealing their gleaming silver metallic sheen.
Just as I expected.
Si Yisi noticed his unusual behavior the moment she saw the stall owner. He didn't seem like someone who lived in the slums at all; he seemed more like someone who had come to watch a joke.
What is the connection between that stall owner and the person who will attack Q?
He didn't seem to be there to kill and silence witnesses; he was probably a rival or something to the mastermind behind the attack on Q.
Suddenly, a person approached the man with purplish-black hair. This person was wearing a drab, patched cloak and looked at the man with a fawning expression.
"Are you satisfied with using this stall, sir?"
“Not bad.” The man with dark purple hair tossed a gleaming silver star coin to the real stall owner, then turned and left with his henchman who emerged from the shadows.
“Young Master Shian,” the henchman asked, “what reason would that man have to attack that slum dweller just now?”
Lin Xi'an replied, "Ah... I don't know either."
"But judging from Truna's anxious look, it's obvious that there must be something special about this boy."
"Besides, he wants to dismantle the mechs that Tru sent. Isn't it normal for me to lend a hand? Anyway, Tru and I never clash."
This young master's actions can only be described as capricious.
Lin Xi'an left in a carefree manner, unaware that Si Yisi had not only discovered his weakness but also left behind a souvenir.
A very rudimentary listener.
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