Chapter 12 The Dragon Across the River
Arpeggio City, 69th Floor F23 Residential Area.
The dim underground streets were littered with garbage, and the air was filled with a faint sour smell, the smell of rotting things.
Few of the lights on the top of the corridor were working properly, and the few lights that were there made the environment look like a foggy, hazy and blurred.
Bang-bang-
violent banging sounds kept coming from a corner, shaking off the dust on the steel frame beside.
But even with such a loud noise, the few families on the side of the corridor still closed their doors, no one came out to look or ask questions, maintaining a suppressed silence, and only the indicator light on the door frame still showed that this was not an uninhabited house.
"Brother Long, that guy didn't open the door."
Finally, the heart-pounding sound stopped, and a fat man about two meters tall walked out, leaning over a young man and said.
"Tsk..." The young man leaned against the steel wall beside him, smoking a cigarette, without answering. His black bangs blocked the only light on his head, making it difficult to see his face.
"I'll knock again." Seeing that the black-haired young man ignored him, the fat man walked back, said a few words to another companion, and then continued to knock on the steel door.
Bang-bang-
the rust on the wall fell off, and some dust fell from the ceiling.
In this way, time passed slowly for several minutes, and the young man finished smoking the cigarette in his hand.
The cigarette butt with sparks was bounced up, flying in the air and hitting the wall, then falling straight down and hitting the ground, splashing some dark red stars, and then only a faint blue smoke was left.
He walked under the light, and the simple short-sleeved shirt could not cover the hideous muscles covered with scars on his arms, almost bursting the entire cuff.
"Brother Long, you're here." When the two younger brothers, one fat and one thin, saw the black-haired young man coming, they immediately made way, revealing the locked steel door inside.
"Heh." He walked straight to the steel door and kicked it hard. The whole door made a loud explosion-like sound, causing the alarm in the corridor not far away to keep screech.
The special steel door with a thickness of about 25mm was kicked directly into a pit and collapsed inward.
"Brother Long is awesome." The two younger brothers bowed their heads and praised, then stepped forward to continue kicking and hitting, completely destroying the steel door.
Half a minute later, the three walked in stepping on various debris.
"Home, where are you hiding? Come out. Brother Long is here to find you. If you still have a conscience, get out!"
The two fat and thin men searched in each room of the house, while the black-haired young man stood in the hall, looking at the photos hanging on the wall. Among them, a woman was holding a teenage child and smiling in front of the camera. Although she looked a little vicissitudes, her eyes were still very happy. However, the corners of the photo had curled up, and there were many stains. It was probably taken a long time ago.
"Brother Long, we found him. He's hiding under the bed." The fat man dragged a skinny man to the hall like a dead dog, and then threw him on the ground.
"Don't play dead, look up, this is your brother Long." The thin and strong younger brother grabbed the man's hair and forced him to look up.
The black-haired young man sat on the sofa, one of his legs bent and stepped directly on the sofa cushion.
"Hom." He looked at the man in front of him with lifeless eyes and half dead.
Seeing that Holm did not respond, the fat man next to him slapped him twice, and these two slaps also made the other's mouth bleed.
"I say, I say..." Holm regained a little sobriety at this time, but soon returned to the state of mumbling and unconsciousness.
"Brother Long, I found a lot of needles in his room. I guess he was high on hallucinogens." The thin man who grabbed Holm's head spoke.
"Get him some water and drink it."
"Yes, Brother Long." The fat man went to the kitchen faucet to get a basin of water, put it on the ground, and then pressed Holm's head, rising and falling continuously.
The room was very quiet, and only the sound of splashing water and the faint heavy breathing could be heard.
After more than ten minutes, Holm finally began to struggle and whimpered.
"Okay, stop." The black-haired young man leaned on the sofa and looked at the man in front of him.
"Aaron...you're here." Holm looked at the young man on the sofa with a haggard look in his eyes.
"Well, I came to see you. Didn't you say that your aunt was sick? I prepared some gifts. After all, your aunt also cooked for me before, and I still remember it."
"I...I..." He seemed to want to say something, but he couldn't say anything.
"I'm sorry, everyone."
Pah -
a violent slap slapped him in the face, and he was knocked against the wall and fainted.
"Bring him over and wake him up." The black-haired young man put his hand down and continued to lean on the sofa.
There was another dull sound of splashing water, and soon Holm, with blood all over his head, woke up slowly, but his eyes were full of fear when he looked at the black-haired young man.
"I ask you questions and you answer them."
"Yes, yes, Brother Long." He finally learned to change his words.
"Where is your aunt?"
"She died a month ago. The doctor said she couldn't be cured. There was no money..."
"Didn't you ask me for some money? Where did it go?"
"I... I gambled with it. I thought I could make it back." Hearing this, the two people next to him flashed a trace of contempt and pity in their eyes.
It's really funny that no individual investor can win big money in a casino.
"So, you just hide from me." The black-haired young man kicked him on the shoulder and asked him to look at him.
"We have known each other for almost 20 years. I still remember when we were in elementary school, we went to and from school together and often sneaked out to play..."
Holm was silent.
"At that time, your aunt had just divorced and raised you alone, hoping to give you a good environment to grow up in. She often worked until late and came home, and then she cooked for you. Because I often played at your house after school, she would also cook for me. I remember all these things."
"Yes..." He turned his head away and looked to the side.
"We were both students from poor families, and were always looked down upon and bullied by classmates. At that time, we fought together and were called the two crazy dogs in Class C." The black-haired young man continued.
"It was really good, at that age." He put his legs down, then stood up, slowly looking around the room, as if trying to find traces of past memories.
"How the hell did you become like this!!" Suddenly, the black-haired young man yelled in Holm's ear.
"It doesn't matter if you're sorry to me, but that's your mother! You took the money to save your life to gamble?" He grabbed the other person's collar and lifted him up.
Holm kept struggling and reached out to grab the wrist, but the other person's arm was like an iron clamp, unshakable.
The brown eyes under the black hair looked directly at Holm, and the pupils shrank slightly like the angry dragon's pupils, which made people frightened.
After a while, Holm stopped struggling and turned aside.
"I, I... yes! It's me! I'm such a rotten person, you misjudged me." After saying this, he choked up again.
"Yes, we grew up together, but can people be the same!?" He suddenly roared again.
"You didn't do well in class, but you found a master who was willing to teach you. What about me? I don't have any talent! I'm not good at studying, and no one wants me to work. I can only follow you and fool around like a lapdog!"
"Is this a way out? My mother is worried that I will die outside one day. I'm not like you. I have all the skills and can fight and resist. What can I do? "
"I can only gamble! Gamble my life! Gamble that my life will not be so miserable, and I can win one or two times!"
"Now I've lost the bet, can't I just accept my fate!"
After a hoarse roar, his voice became hoarse. The man was put down and curled up on the ground, coughing violently, shaking.
"Is this what you think?" The black-haired young man looked at the man on the ground who was like a bug.
"Yes, cough... This is what I think. What, if you can't stand it, kill me if you can't stand it." He lay on the ground in self-abandonment.
The black-haired young man did not answer, but just looked at him silently.
After a long time, he spoke.
"Where is my aunt buried?"
"The cemetery on Huijing Street, No. 631, G23 District..." The man on the ground said slowly, tears in his eyes.
"Let's go."
The black-haired young man left the room, and the two people behind him hurriedly followed, and finally spit at the man.
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An hour later, the three people got off the hovercraft and came to an underground cemetery built with gray stone tablets.
"This is it, Brother Long."
"Buy a bunch of flowers."
"Yes, Brother Long."
"Wait, buy two." The black-haired young man seemed to remember something and added.
"Okay."
More than ten minutes later, a fat and a thin man watched the black-haired young man standing in front of a tombstone from a distance. He seemed to say something, and then put down a bunch of blue flowers.
Seeing him return with a bunch in his hand, the two were a little puzzled.
"Brother Long, what are you doing?"
"Let's go to another cemetery. I'll give a bunch of flowers to my master."
"Master? Could it be that Brother Long's master also..."
"Shut up." The companion on the side covered his mouth and pulled him to continue walking forward.
...
At dusk, the ceiling lights in the cemetery went out one by one, and the young man standing in front of the tombstone was also shrouded in darkness. He had been standing here for a long time.
"Master, I'm leaving."
"Even if you are not my relative, you have taught me a lot over the years, whether it is practice, fighting, or the principles of being a human being... In my heart, you are actually no different from my father." "
Although I thought that you were in poor health, you could probably hold on for more than ten years. After all, you are a strong dragon sequence. But I didn't expect that you were so old, but you still dreamed of your youth and insisted on advancing to the next level."
"It would have been fine if you had tried, but you didn't tell me, fearing that I would worry. As a result, you failed halfway, went crazy and attacked several children, and was finally killed by a 16-year-old girl..."
"Alas... I want revenge, but I feel too embarrassed."
"But this is not just your problem. Now I also want to prepare for the promotion. In order to have no distractions and regrets when I advance, I must meet that girl. Although I won't kill her, at least I have to get rid of a regret."
"I'll talk to you next time, but next time, the person you see will not be the me now."
"It's the dragon of Hengjiang who drank dragon blood, Qiao Long."
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