Chapter 638 - Right Before Leaving (1/2)
When the funeral service ended, those who paid their respects took their leave, one after the other. Only then did Xiao Luo finally step out of the shadow and make his way slowly toward Takahara Kei’s grave.
The black-and-white photograph of Takahara Kei captured his benevolent smile. His deep sense of guilt caused him to resort to suicide to atone for his part in inflicting untold suffering to those who died in the experiments conducted by the genetic engineering facility. Xiao Luo recalled a revealing part in his article, entitled “On the Crimes of Ri Nation,” where he wrote: “If I am to die soon, then I would rather lay in eternal slumber bathed in the brightness of divine light, and far away from the shadows. Flowers will sing hymns to soothe the soul of a criminal like me, as mourning spirits perch upon beautiful autumn leaves.”
“I, Xiao Luo, am here to congratulate you, Mr. Takahara. May you have a good journey!”
Xiao Luo bowed his head respectfully in front of Takahara Kei’s tombstone, sending this heroic spirit off.
He turned and was ready to leave when he suddenly saw a figure standing in the distance, dressed in black with a white flower pinned to her chest. She has a beautiful countenance and eyes that sparkled like starlight. She had an innocent, yet melancholic air that lent her an elegant demeanor.
It was none other than Takahara Keika.
Xiao Luo froze and then headed off in another direction and pretended not to see her.
“Thousand-faced murderer, Xiao Han!”
Takahara Keika threw her umbrella aside and screamed as she dashed toward him, gritting her teeth. As she did so, she pulled out a sharp dagger and brandished it in her hand. In her mind, there was nothing but vengeance.
But she was no trained assassin, and there were too many weaknesses in her attack!
Xiao Luo took one step back and evaded the attack, and then lightly tapped his fingers on the blade.
CLANG!
The mere touch of his fingers resonated in a metallic ring as the blade quivered violently, and Takahara Keika felt a flashing pain in the crook of her thumb. She released her grip on the blade and it immediately flew out of her hand. The tip of the blade pointed plunged into the soft earth, leaving the knife sticking out of the ground not too far away from her.
After she recovered from her shock, she clenched both of her fists and flailed her arms crudely, striking at Xiao Luo.
“Bring my daddy back to me, bring him back!” she shrieked as she continued to hit Xiao Luo. This delicate, young girl had suddenly turned into a feral wildcat clawing aggressively at its prey.
Xiao Luo held on to the umbrella, easily parrying Takahara Keika’s uncoordinated attack. It was like a walk in the park for him, and he wasn’t troubled at all.
Takahara Keika went on for about five more minutes before she got tired and sat on the ground, wailing pitifully, “Bring my daddy back to me, bring him back!”
She was soaked in rain, and locks of wet hair clung onto that beautiful face of hers. Her tears mixed with the rainwater as it washed down her face, making a mess of her makeup. Of course, she knew now that this Mie was the Thousand-faced Killer, Xiao Han. It was ironic to think that she had once fallen for this cold-blooded murderer.
Xiao Luo lowered his head and looked down at her. “I didn’t kill your father,” he said.
“Maybe not, but you forced him to his death!”
Takahara Keika looked up viciously and spat, “He wouldn’t have swallowed those sleeping pills and taken his own life if not for you, and he would still be alive. You’re an executioner with blood on your hands, and you won’t die a peaceful death. I will curse you to the deepest level of hell!”
Xiao Luo was quite taken aback by her words, but he merely smiled. “Even if I were the one who killed your father, what can you do about it, aside from running your mouth here?”