Chapter 32 Give me a personal signature to kill the culprit of all my disasters
"Lance! Go play cards!"
After the practical class ended that day, a group of combat students, steaming hot, walked out of the virtual space. Quan Yi trotted a few steps to catch up with the figure in front and put his arms around his neck.
Lancelot thought for a moment and said, "Hmm... I don't want to play anymore. You guys go ahead."
The unexpected rejection confused Quan Yi. He frowned and asked, "The Rising Stars Tournament is over, what are you doing? If you're looking for Youan, bring him along so we can play together!"
Lancelot paused, and when he turned his head to glance at his friend, he naturally saw several rich second-generations behind him who were waiting for his response.
Even a pig can guess what's going on.
Lancelot raised the corner of his lips and said with a smile, "Don't even think about it."
Quan Yi smiled dryly, but didn't care much. After all, he was used to the other party protecting Youan like the apple of his eye.
After saying goodbye to his friends, Lancelot changed out of his combat uniform and returned to the dormitory.
By this time, Youan would have finished his part-time job and would probably come back with some delicious employee welfare cookies and distribute them to them like treasures.
But surprisingly, Fiona was the only one in the dormitory preparing dinner, and Youan was nowhere to be seen.
Lancelot frowned and went straight to Youan's rabbit hive, where only You Tuantuan, who had drunk the medicine, was.
After the drug took effect, the furry little rabbit curled up in the walnut bed and fell into a deep sleep, holding a tiny pillow in its two little paws.
Just like his brother, he always needs to hold something in his arms before he can fall asleep.
Lancelot stopped disturbing her and prepared to close the door and go out. As he turned around, his eyes casually swept across the neat and tidy desk.
Suddenly his eyes paused and he stared at the empty corner of the table.
Although he had entered Youan's room only a few times, his photographic memory told him that there should be a tattered toolbox at that location.
Lancelot stood by the table for a long time, his expression extremely calm without any fluctuation, and he tapped the table rhythmically with his fingers.
When the investigation data sent by his subordinates was displayed on the light screen, Lancelot's men paused and turned out without any hesitation.
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Stepping into the bumpy streets of the underground city again, Youan felt as if he were in another world.
He was surrounded by the warm and dazzling flames all day long. It had been so long since he had been to such a cold and damp place that he was a little uncomfortable.
But what can be done? What needs to be solved must be solved.
The trading network was shut down before, and the Wheatfield Bar was too busy hiding from the limelight to introduce orders. It was obvious that someone wanted to use Ryan to introduce him to a meeting.
Youan closed his eyes and guessed the other party's identity, and the worst answer inevitably popped up in his mind.
The sign of the Wheatfield Bar is right in front of us. Compared with the lively scenes in the past, it does seem a bit deserted and lonely.
Youan looked at it for a while, brought up the light screen, sent a location to a new contact in the address book, and then firmly pushed open the door of the bar.
The only lights in the room were a few swaying chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, emitting dim light. The surrounding wine tables were overturned and broken bottles were scattered on the ground, obviously after a fierce battle.
The moment he stepped onto the wooden floor, a sharp wind suddenly pierced through his hood and passed by the side of his face. With a "clang" sound, the sharp metal fragments penetrated deeply into the wall, making a vibrating buzzing sound!
Bright red blood oozed from the wound. Youan wiped it with his hand and looked at the strange man sitting on the high stool at the bar.
Yinchuan stood up, his handsome face half covered by a metal mask, his cold eyes staring at him, and suddenly he grinned.
Several muscular subordinates sat around with a look of disbelief in their eyes, and of course they knew what their leader was laughing at.
Such a young and beautiful face turned out to be a mechanic active in the dungeon, and they had suffered a great loss at his hands.
"So this is what ghosts look like?"
Yinchuan approached Youan, put the cold muzzle of the gun against his heart, hit him twice hard, slid it to the collarbone, went up along the slender and fragile neck, pressed it against the jaw, and pushed it up hard.
Youan inevitably looked up and met a pair of resentful eyes. The other person's sinister face was reflected in the depths of his dark pupils.
Yinchuan didn't show any fear on his face. He smiled, tapped his face with his gun, and gestured to his subordinates.
Soon there was a sound of staggering footsteps on the stairs, and then the owner of the Wheatfield Bar was pulled off the chain around his neck like a dog, and rolled down the stairs to the floor a few meters away from Youan.
He looked terrible. His right eye was blocked by blood and he couldn't open it. His body was covered in bloodstains and the original color of his clothes couldn't be seen. He was hunched over and gasping for breath violently, then slowly raised his face.
Although he had expected it, Youan's back stiffened slightly and he quickly avoided looking away.
But his reaction was not missed by the sharp and cunning pirate leader.
Yinchuan was satisfied now: "It seems you really want me to let him go."
Youan did not deny it: "I don't think there is any need to involve others in our feud."
"Grudges?" Yinchuan raised his eyebrows and looked at him, as if he had heard some new words, or as if he had too many enemies and couldn't remember them for a while.
"The hallucinogenic pills you brought ruined many people, including my parents. I also promised to help the Hummingbird Society rebuild the Noah, and I wanted to kill you."
Youan's expression was unusually calm. He ignored the resentment of the other pirates. Every word he spoke was low and clear, carrying a heavy weight. "This is my grudge against you."
Yinchuan stared at him without blinking.
"It's a pity that I am so lucky and have a long life. The one who died was just a substitute. There is a saying that goes, 'Evil will last for a thousand years'. It seems that the evil I did is not completely useless." Yinchuan looked at him as if he was watching a show, with a cruel arc on the corner of his mouth, and his face was full of mockery of "No matter how much you hate me, what can you do to me?"
You An's hands, tucked into his sleeves, were about to pinch into his palms. He closed his eyes, forcing himself to remain calm, and looked directly at Yinchuan: "So what do you want to do now? Kill me to vent your anger?"
"No, no, no... I can't bear to do that."
Yinchuan suddenly took a step forward and looked down at Youan with a sense of oppression, "Hand over your skills and brain to work for me, and I can save your life and his." He pointed his chin at Ryan on the ground.
The severely damaged pirate group is nothing more than fleeing hyenas, and money and mechanics are their most important bargaining chips.
Youan was silent, extremely glad that the situation was as he expected, but he still needed time, even just one more second.
Seeing Youan weighing the pros and cons in silence, Yinchuan frowned slightly, and several subordinates surrounded him with ill intentions.
"What? Or do you want to be chopped into pieces together with this boss?" Yinchuan's voice turned cold, indicating that his limited patience was about to run out.
You An's heart was pounding.
At this moment, a dull thud suddenly came from outside the bar, as if something heavy had fallen to the ground, followed by a few vague exclamations and the short buzzing of mechanical weapons!
"Boss! Someone's coming!"
This area has been cleared a long time ago, and their people are guarding the nearby streets, including some with special abilities. Anyone who can get through must have a mental strength of no less than A-level!
The relaxed, controlling expression on Yinchuan's face disappeared in an instant, replaced by tense vigilance.
"Keep an eye on him!"
Yinchuan shouted at the two subordinates closest to him, his eyes as sharp as a knife sweeping over Youan, "Don't let this kid out of your sight!"
As he said this, he turned around quickly and strode towards the direction where the sound came from with the rest of his men.
The bar door slammed shut, isolating the crowd from the chaos outside. In the dim light, only four people were left in this messy space.
"Get out of here, boy."
A space pirate handcuffed Youan's hands with metal buckles and pushed him roughly in front of Ryan. He staggered twice before he could barely stand.
Ryan's face was pale, with blood foam at the corners of his mouth. He looked at Youan and said in a weak voice full of guilt: "...I'm sorry, Youan."
Youan shook his head: "You just want to survive."
He understood Ryan's fear. This wasn't betrayal, it was just survival.
"Ha!" The green-haired pirate next to him sneered harshly, "Did you hear that? You just want to survive... You're such a saintly mechanic."
He squatted down and kicked Ryan on the shoulder with great force. Satisfied to hear the other party's painful groan, he turned his head and asked Youan contemptuously, "Do you feel sorry for him?"
The other masked pirate crossed his arms, as if he knew the other party's old problem had come back, and he opened the door out of boredom and went out to guard the door.
Youan seemed to have his self-esteem hurt by the other party's low-level provocation. He pursed his lips angrily, looked at him with wet black eyes for a while, and then lowered his head deeply.
He lowered his eyes and said nothing, his shoulders slightly slumped, and his whole body exuded a sense of despair and dejection.
The quietness and obedience reminded the pirates that Youan was just a young boy who had just reached adulthood.
The green-haired man, on the other hand, became more interested and moved closer, almost putting his face against Youan's drooping head. With a mixed smell of cheap tobacco and sweat, he asked jokingly, "Hey, are you mute? Weren't you quite talkative just now? Are you scared, or have you decided to join our boss?"
You An still had no intention of paying attention, and just when the green-haired man couldn't help but reach out to push him away -
Youan flexed his wrist and opened his mouth. A very low voice rang out with a strange, suppressed calmness: "I want to say..."
The green-haired girl subconsciously put her ear closer, trying to hear the mosquito-like sound clearly.
“Click!”
There was an extremely slight, but unusually clear sound of the buckle popping open in the silence. At that moment, Youan suddenly looked up!
The dejection and despair in him disappeared without a trace, replaced by cold determination and sharp edge, like a cold sword drawn from its sheath.
"—Never expect to lock up a mechanic with a pair of handcuffs."
As the words fell, Youan's hand, which had broken free from its restraints, shot out like lightning, grasped the sharp buckle of the handcuffs, and accurately pierced the other person's throat.
“Hehe——”
The green-haired man's eyes bulged out and he choked on large mouthfuls of blood. The severe pain and suffocation instantly deprived him of all his voice and reaction ability, and he fell backwards uncontrollably.
No matter how advanced technology becomes, when the distance is close enough, of course you should use whatever is most convenient.
Youan panted hard and quickly took back the toolbox that was thrown on the bar. The wet and sticky liquid gradually spread to his feet.
I killed someone... I killed someone...
Even though he had rehearsed it thousands of times in his mind, the sensory stimulation brought by immersing himself in flesh and blood still made You An shudder suddenly, as if all the blood in his body was flowing backwards.
Youan grabbed the particle gun he had snatched and quickly modified it mechanically, trying his best to control himself from looking up.
Then less than a minute later, he walked out quickly again, holding the mechanical forceps as if he was forcibly desensitized, and stabbed the person in the pool of blood fiercely.
One, two, three times...
The man just now may be dead, or may not be dead yet, but he is dead now.
Youan gasped, threw the mechanical pliers to Ryan, and ran out the back door with his gun and toolbox.
The cold night wind blew in my face, clearing my chaotic mind for a moment.
He was not sure who led Yinchuan away, and now he just wanted to find a safe place to hide and confirm.
But sometimes people's luck is just very bad. As soon as Youan ran into the warehouse not far from the bar, he ran into several returning pirates.
"Damn it! That guy ran away!"
"Catch him!"
"Don't kill him, keep him alive!"
Youan's heart was beating wildly in his chest. Almost at the moment when the beams of light focused on his legs and feet, he rushed behind the warehouse door. Several scorching energy beams hit the metal plates, leaving black marks with a burnt smell.
The warehouse was littered with containers lying all over the place. Youan leaned against the cold metal box, forcing himself to stay calm and telling himself that these people were just big bugs that even You Tuan Tuan was not afraid of. It was no different from the training.
The pirates' rude shouting and footsteps were getting closer and closer. He took a deep breath, suddenly leaned out half of his body, and fired two shots in a row in the direction of the nearest footsteps!
There was no scope, and they were shooting entirely by feel. The modified particle gun had almost no rest intervals, and the powerful firepower actually suppressed the other people so much that they dared not get close.
Then he opened the toolbox with one hand and threw out the prepared mechanical core inside.
"Bang!"
The moment the light beam hit the mechanical core, a huge light enveloped half of the warehouse, making a deafening sound!
Wall dust fell on his head. Youan shook his head and released his hand that was holding the rabbit ears.
He stood up and walked out of the container. His slow footsteps were particularly clear in the suddenly quiet warehouse, until a hurried rustling sound came from behind the box by the window.
"come out."
Youan held the gun and ordered him in a calm voice.
A few seconds later, a figure trembled and slowly moved out from behind the box with his hands raised. It was the masked pirate.
At this moment, the mask on his face had fallen off, revealing his bloody face. He looked at the black muzzle of the gun in Youan's hand with horror.
"I'm just a mercenary, following Yinchuan to make a little money..."
"I'm sorry! Don't kill me... please..."
Youan had a blank expression on his face, his knuckles turning white from the force of gripping the gun, the flame of hatred burning in his chest.
It's so funny, their roles are reversed at this moment, as if they are the cruel executioners, but it is these scum who sells the pills that destroyed his family and countless families! Their hands are stained with blood, they deserve to die!
Kill him! Kill the cause of all my troubles!
This voice screamed wildly in Youan's mind, and suddenly -
"I have children..."
Youan's pupils shrank, and the hand holding the gun hovered in mid-air.
Just half a second of hesitation gave the pirate, who had extremely quick reactions, the opportunity to seize. He immediately mobilized his mental power in an attempt to release his supernatural powers.
However, an unfamiliar feeling of detachment permeated his entire body. He seemed to realize something, and the color drained from his face in an instant.
“Crack!”
Sharp glass fragments mixed with wood chips flew everywhere, and screams exploded in Youan's ears. The scarlet whip strangled his neck like a snake, embedding the sharp metal scales into his skin.
All the actions happened in this moment. Youan raised his face and stared blankly at the broken glass window.
That familiar color danced before his eyes, making his two lifeless pupils suddenly bright as burning flames!
"To solve a problem, you have to kill it with one blow. Untimely kindness is like a rusty sword. It has no deterrent effect and cannot cut through the Gordian knot—"
A slender figure jumped down from the windowsill and stepped on the dirty ground.
"I'm sorry, I forgot to teach you this."
As if adding a lesson to give a perfect demonstration, as the casual words fell, the long whip tightened under the drive of huge arm strength.
The terrified eyeballs were about to roll out of the eye sockets, and the neck of the head bent backward in a terrifying arc. It was pulled hard and thrown out along with the spine that had broken through the skin and flesh.
The lifeless body fell limply to the floor like a flesh worm.
Blood slowly dripped from the sharp edge of the whip tail and gathered into a small pool of blood at Lancelot's feet.
Youan came back to his senses and looked at the scene in front of him in shock: "...Lancelot?"
"Good evening, sir. Although the occasion is a bit awkward, I still want to say——"
Lancelot looked around, dusted off his clothes, raised an eyebrow, and asked casually, "How about a personal signature?"
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