Chapter 92: Radiation (1/2)

Chapter 92: Radiation

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Luo Yuan was startled from his slumber by noises from outside the tent. He instinctively gripped the handle of his sabre and slowly opened his eyes. He tried to gently maneuver his way out between the limbs of the two ladies but they were instantly woken by his not so gentle movements.

“What’s going on?” Huang Jiahui was alarmed and grabbed hold of her pistol.

“No no no. It’s nothing. Go back to sleep. I’m just going to take a look outside” he said as he unzipped the tent and walked towards the noise.

There was an argument happening and it was loud even though the people tried to lower their voices.

“You’re letting us eat this crap?!”

“How is it supposed to fill our hunger? The porridge is so thin I can see my own reflection!”

“Get yo leader’s ass here right now! I don’t believe y’all have insufficient provision for the few of us here. Are you trying to piss off our Boss Luo?”

“Calm down, fellow brethren. Please try to understand. Yes, we do have sufficient provisions but that doesn’t mean we can afford to splurge it all at once. We don’t know how long we’ll be in here – we can’t just feast luxuriously now and worry about it later.” A middle-aged man explained while trying to offer a bitter smile. His explanation did calm the outrage as the crowd contemplated the possibility of provision deficiency.

Before he could continue justifying the lack of food provided, the middle-aged man was muted at the sight of Luo Yuan walking over with his murderous weapon. He froze.

“Boss Luo!”

“Oh…Boss Luo. You’re awake. I’m so sorry to have disturbed you.” The middle-aged man apologized generously with a big smile and a low bow.

Luo Yuan recognized that this was one of Su Jianhao’s henchmen, who seemed skilled with false pleasantries and honeyed words – definitely not a person to simply underestimate.

He frowned as he walked towards the big pot and saw how thin and transparent the porridge was – so thin he could see the bottom of the pot, and so little that each person would only have a single serving that could hardly fill their hunger. There was a dish of stir-fried vegetables that was equally minimal placed right next to the pot. He examined it with a spatula and left it as it was.

The middle-aged man’s name is Huang Zhongchan. He attempted to repeat his rehearsed lines about curbing the possibility of provision deficiency but failed as he looked at Luo Yuan. His forehead wrinkled, his heart was beating quickly against his chest and his palms were sweaty and he felt like he released buckets of sweat. He couldn’t help but be reminded of what Luo Yuan was capable of – the monster seems calm now but for how long? Had he known Luo Yuan would show up he would have decided against delivering the food on his own, but it is now too late.

Luo Yuan looked at Huang Zhongchan, not saying a word, scaring him pale and he could hardly smile. He did wait for Luo Yuan to speak, “I…I’ll take this back and bring a fresh pot of rice instead.”

Luo Yuan could see the fear in Huang Zhongchan’s eyes. He was amazed by fear he could impose on others by killing a man. He replied, “Well? Why are you still here? GET TO IT THEN.”

Huang Zhongchan sighed in relief that he wasn’t about to be slaughtered. He quickly summoned two other lackeys to have the pot of porridge removed and then hurried away.

It didn’t take long for a fresh pot of rice to arrive. This time, a proper meal was prepared – even more so than the meals they had when they were still at the villa. He did not eat together with the men but instead took his food and walked into the tunnel.