"Partner, I've been eating very fast, aren't you going to eat some?" the man opposite replied while stuffing noodles into his mouth.
"I won't eat it, I'm not used to it."
"You've gotten used to eating hamburgers? I've been craving this. It's the taste of my hometown. I can't remember the last time I've had this." The man across from me remarked.
"Don't forget, we're on a mission right now."
"We can't let people starve to death on missions." With that, the man opposite looked up and shouted loudly to the owner who was making ramen inside, "Another large bowl of noodles!"
"Okay!" the boss replied.
"You want to eat more?" The man next to the boy frowned.
"After this meal, we'll be leaving Dragon Country. Who knows when we'll taste the flavors of home again? So we'll eat our fill." The man across from us spoke with a hint of nostalgia.
“You can’t leave the Dragon Kingdom for the time being.” At this moment, a sudden voice rang out, deep and powerful.
The two men were startled and immediately became alert. Looking in the direction of the voice, they saw a bald old man standing there, holding a pair of chopsticks in his hand, a mocking smile on his face: "Guess which is faster, a bullet or the chopsticks in my hand?"
"Bald guy, you're asking for it!" The hot-tempered man threw down his ramen bowl, roared, and charged forward, ready to attack.
The man he called his partner quickly stopped him, saying, "Don't cause trouble. We still need to deliver the mission target. We can't afford any mistakes now."
"Haven't you realized yet? This bald guy is here to cause trouble!" the hot-tempered man said angrily.
“Even if we knew, I think we should hold back for now. We can settle accounts with this bald guy after we’ve delivered the mission target to the destination,” his partner advised.
"I don't have your good temper!" The irritable man forcefully shook off his partner's hand and charged forward again.
In the blink of an eye, the bald old man threw out his chopsticks, which pierced directly into the irritable man's eye.
"Ah—" The irritable man let out a scream, but dared not cover his injured eye, because the chopstick was still stuck in it.
"How could it be so fast..."
His partner was terrified; he stared wide-eyed the whole time, but couldn't even see the trajectory of the chopstick.
That's too fast!
He recalled what the bald old man had just said: "Guess which is faster, a bullet or the chopsticks in my hand?"
If that chopstick had been aimed at its companion's throat, it would probably be dead by now.
Is this the martial arts of the Dragon Kingdom? The Dragon Kingdom truly does possess... reclusive masters.
Seeing that he had intimidated them, Han Fei said in a deep voice, "Leave the child here, and you can get out of here."
"You blinded one of my eyes and told me to get lost! Damn it, I'll cripple you!" The enraged man roared as he prepared to pull out his gun.
His partner held his hand down tightly.
"What are you doing! Let go!"
"This is China, the land of dragons. If you dare to pull out a gun, we're finished!"
"We can't just give him the man because the bald guy says so, can we? What about the debt for blinding me in one eye?"
“He might be a reclusive master from the Dragon Kingdom. We don’t know his strength, so it’s best not to fight him rashly. Let’s leave here first, and I’ll take you to get your eyes treated,” his partner advised.
"I'm not reconciled," the hot-tempered man gritted his teeth.
"Go!" In the end, the man was dragged away by his partner. They abandoned the boy.
The boy felt lost.
Now that he is free, he should logically go back.
But when they returned to the police station, they faced the same fate of losing their freedom.
He gave a bitter smile: "Old sir, thank you for saving me, but you shouldn't have saved me. There's no point in me living anymore."
"As long as a person is alive, there is hope," Han Fei said slowly.
"Hope? My life is over. There's no hope left. You have no idea how crazy the things I've done are."
The boy shook his head, his face full of despair and helplessness. His eyes were empty and lifeless, as if he had lost all hope for life.
"All he did was touch a woman and set a fire."
Han Fei was speechless. While investigating the child, he discovered that although the child talked about taking revenge and making the assault a reality, he had only touched the woman once.
Although he was ruthless in setting the fire, he did not actually cause any deaths.
"How did you know?" The boy's eyes widened in surprise, then he seemed to understand something and asked urgently, "Are you someone the police sent to find me?"
"No," Han Fei replied calmly.
The boy looked puzzled, his mind filled with questions. The police were also puzzled, saying that someone wanted to harm him and that they had sent many people to protect him.
Just as the boy was about to ask a question, the ramen shop owner walked over tremblingly and placed a bowl of noodles in front of him: "This is the ramen that your table just ordered."
The boy patted his pockets, an embarrassed look on his face: "They left without paying. That person ordered, and I didn't eat anything. I'm not going to have to pay, am I?"
The shopkeeper glanced at Han Fei cautiously and said in a low voice, "No need to pay. This bowl of noodles is already cooked and has gone soggy, so we can't sell it to anyone else. If you're hungry, just eat it."
"Thank you." The boy was really hungry, and he ate heartily, wolfing down his food.
Seeing that he was eating with relish, Han Fei said with a hint of teasing, "The fact that you can still eat means that you're just saying you don't want to live anymore. People who don't want to live usually can't eat as much as you do."
"Cough cough cough—" The boy almost choked to death. He wiped his mouth and looked at the bald old man with a mournful expression.
"Can't I just die with a full stomach? Even murderers get a full meal before they're executed, can't I just eat my fill?" The boy's words were full of stubbornness and resentment.
"Eat slowly. When you're finished, I'll tell you something that might just be the driving force that helps you stay alive." Han Fei's tone carried a hint of mystery.
"What news? Tell me now!" the boy asked impatiently.
"I'll wait until you finish eating," Han Fei insisted.
"Why?" the boy asked, puzzled.
"You'll know once you hear the news," Han Fei said calmly and firmly.
The boy finally managed to finish the entire bowl of noodles. For him, the large bowl of noodles ordered by the big guy was far too much, and he was too full.
"You can tell me your news now, I've finished eating."
"From the very beginning, it was all a setup. The girl was specially arranged by someone, and the two rich kids were that person's nephews. This whole thing was staged to lure you into the trap and eventually send you to an internet addiction school."
"Is their goal to force me into an internet addiction school?"
"No wonder my grandparents brought money to apologize, but they refused to forgive me and insisted that I go to an internet addiction school for rehabilitation."
"Why? What good would it do them if I went to the internet addiction school? We didn't know each other before, and I've never offended them."
"Little boy, they want your liver."
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