Chapter 140 What is a Weakness?
The young man, his fingertips still smelling of grass, gently poked the bruise on Xin Que's cheek, somewhat displeased. "Give me some reaction."
"He's already wearing a green hat on his head, how come he's still like a machine?"
"Don't you have any dignity?" the young man sarcastically retorted.
Xin Que lay beside him, without uttering a sound.
"Did you get stunned by the blow?" The young man was very noisy. He propped himself up on the grass and looked at Xin Que's unfocused eyes. "Sigh!"
Ignoring Xin Que's disheveled injuries and abrasions, and just looking at her emotionless face, one would really think she was simply lying on the grass resting.
"Shall I help you get revenge?" The young man's narrow, almond-shaped eyes blocked most of Xin Que's vision. "How about I help you vent your anger?"
Xin Que's eyes flickered, her blurry vision falling on his face.
"Finally interested?" the young man asked excitedly. "That scoundrel has been cheating on you for who knows how long... Look, you're lying here half-dead, and your good fiancé is still comforting your sister and telling her not to feel guilty."
A man and woman's intimate voices could be heard not far away.
"Is my sister really hurt?" The woman's worried voice came on the wind.
"Wasn't she just putting on an act? How could she really be hurt... But you, you've been so frightened, I'll take you to the hospital." The man's voice was utterly cold.
The young man swung his legs, propped himself up on his stomach, and leaned down next to her, asking with interest, "Do you hate it?"
"If you just ask for my help... I'll make sure those two scoundrels die a horrible death, how about that?"
Xin Que's eyelashes fluttered twice.
The young man immediately leaned closer, "Hmm?"
With difficulty, Xin Que raised her left hand, which was being pulled by pain and could not move, and used all her strength to grab the young man's hoodie collar, forcing him to look down and meet her eyes.
The young man was filled with astonishment.
Xin Que's voice was hoarse but clear, "Your prison... finally made a move on my body?"
The young man paused, then immediately tried to pry Xin Que's hand off his collar, saying, "What prison...you're crazy."
Xin Que's hand gripping his collar remained unmoved. "Interrogation methods... are really just a few..."
"I know this pain all too well... No matter how many times you reset me... you can't erase the muscle memory..."
Upon hearing this, the young man simply dropped his pretense, lowered his head as she tugged at his collar, and spoke softly, his sharp edge revealed, "Then let's give it a try."
"What I have in abundance is patience and time."
A sharp pain shot through her brain, and then everything went black before Xin Que's eyes, and she lost consciousness.
...
"Finally awake?"
Xin Que suddenly opened her eyes.
All I could see was white.
A flamboyant young man in a hoodie sat down beside her bed, leaned over to look at her, and said, "You've been unconscious for several days."
Xin Que moved her eyes, slowly sat up on the soft bed, and looked around with a puzzled gaze.
The young man noticed her confusion and explained the situation to her with great enthusiasm, "You have terminal cancer and you still insist on not being hospitalized... You were at home by yourself, and it took a whole day for someone to find you after you fell ill and fainted."
"What's wrong?" The young man waved his hand in front of her eyes, the rings on his index and middle fingers quite eye-catching. "Why aren't you saying anything?"
Xin Que felt that her thinking and reactions had been slowed down considerably by the pain of her illness.
After a long while, she finally spoke, her face full of confusion, "Who...who was I again?"
The young man was taken aback, then a look of exaggerated astonishment flashed across his face. "You don't remember who you are?"
“This is troublesome…” the young man clicked his tongue. “I’ll ask the inspector to help you investigate.”
A man dressed in traditional Chinese clothing stood before Xin Que with his assistant, his brows furrowed.
The personal AI quickly revealed the woman's identity to everyone.
[Female, name Xin Que.]
[Regional identity label: Lower-class citizens of the city.]
[Subordinate Organization: Upper City Merchants' Association, Headquarters: Luo Family.]
[Occupation/Position: Basic Bodyguard]
The gentle, female mechanical voice ended the presentation, and then the information dissipated into the air.
"Inferior people?" the young man repeated.
Upon hearing that the person was a lower-class person, the inspector grew increasingly impatient. "Sir, you, a superior person, don't need to waste your energy on a lower-class person."
"For a large family like the Luo family, such a consumable is just lost. They're not valuable people, especially since they're seriously ill... We can just buy new ones to replace them."
The young man's face darkened. "When did it become a commoner's place to criticize the Luo family?"
The inspector then realized that the person opposite him was not a simple upper-class individual.
"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry," the inspector immediately bowed and scraped, "I was so blind, I didn't recognize you..."
The young man waved his hand, and the inspector immediately led his men to flee with their tails between their legs.
“I never expected you to be one of our family members,” the young man sighed. “You’re lucky. If I hadn’t happened to be passing by today and hadn’t been in the mood to meddle, you would have been forcibly taken into the anonymous database.”
"An anonymous person who couldn't afford the medical treatment..."
The young man didn't finish his sentence, but Xin Que had already seen the sickly person being dragged away by a humanoid armed machine outside the ward.
Xin Que felt an innate familiarity with everything that happened here.
Although her mind is blank right now.
“Let’s go,” the young man extended his hand to her with an innocent smile. “I’ll settle your bill and take you home.”
Grabbing the woman's thin, sickly wrist, the young man pressed her down into the spacious leather seat, leaning close to her with his captivating eyes that seemed to draw her in. "Hey... I find you quite pleasing to the eye. How about I promote you to work by my side?"
The scenery outside the car window rushed past.
"You play with me, and I'll provide you with the high-end medical treatment you need for cancer..." The young man reached out and twirled a strand of hair by her ear, his voice seductive, "Anyway, someone as useless as you would be eliminated anyway if you went back to being a bodyguard..."
Xin Que looked at her reflection in the car window.
He was thin and sickly, looking like he wouldn't live much longer.
"You're such a blockhead..." the young man muttered, turning her face towards himself. "Don't worry, you'll be perfectly healthy after the advanced treatment. How could you possibly continue looking like this?"
“Speak,” the young man said, his warm fingertips poking her face, his tone clearly displeased, “If you don’t speak, I’ll throw you out.”
Outside the window, they were more than 20 meters above the ground, and they were currently traveling on a floating road.
Xin Que moved her stiff, weak arm, raised her hand and slowly wrapped it around the young man's neck, gradually tightening her grip. "What did you say?"
"Tell me how much I want to kill those prison lackeys?"
The young man's face darkened.
"Do you need my help?" A refined-looking man holding a bracelet appeared out of nowhere in the front seat.
The young man discarded the prisoner's consciousness that had been reset once again and raised his hand to restore his shattered neck bone back to its original position.
"King of Five Senses, are you bored?" He didn't even glance at the man in front of him. "Why aren't you staying in your own territory? What are you doing on the sixth floor?"
Mr. Zhen shook the bracelet in his hand. "I'm just here to remind you that the serious offender number 13 is no pushover."
"Even the power of words couldn't break through the innermost defenses of her consciousness..." Mr. Zhen's bracelet slid slowly as he twirled it between his fingers. "I'm afraid you, the new king, won't be able to handle her."
"Oh—" The young man stretched his neck and gave a long, perfunctory reply.
Mr. Zhen "..."
Why is my new colleague so uncooperative?
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