Chapter 2 (2/2)

Lovers are together because they have feelings, but they just take what they need and vent their loneliness.

Just as the other party would not ask if he left, he would not say a word more about what he did.

“You're better than you were three years ago.” The man stopped, touched Wu Yun's face with both hands, and said affectionately, “You are a natural killer. I knew only you could kill these five people in the shortest possible time. In the fifth year I taught you to shoot, I was no longer your opponent, and now I should no longer be your opponent. “

Wu Yun did not answer, let the other side speak and do things on their own.

Fortunately, the other party did not think about how Wu Yun reacted.

This has always been the case.

Wu Yun could not see others in their eyes, and what he and others thought were not things of the same world.

It is difficult for people who don't know pain to be understood by the outside world.

Because such people are often short-lived, it is almost too late to communicate with them.

But this is Sasimu, heaven, and occasionally there will be miracles that do not occur in the outside world.

Here, Wu Yun can survive.

The man in the dark laughed.

Even if Wu Yun would not react, would not send out moving groans, and his body's skin littered with bruises, he can still make people's blood spray.

Fifteen years have pa.s.sed since Wu Yun was picked up.

For fifteen years, Wu Yun's heart has hardly grown up.

Pure and cruel, it makes one wonder if his blood is cold.

Wu Yun felt that the other side was really talkative, so he simply closed his eyes.

Do men and women like to say these boring things in bed? In the past, when he went on an ambush, it seemed that the object of the mission had also said a lot of things to his bedmate.

“You still don't guard against me, Wu Yun.” The man in the dark bowed his head and kissed his dear Wu Yun on the forehead. “I'm so happy.”

“A hundred.” Wu Yun finally spoke. “You said when I would kill a hundred people for you, we would be even. This is the last five.”

“…Yes, that's right ” The man in the dark paused, “Do you want to consider about being with me?”

“No.” Wu Yun responded coldly.

“Why?”

“Because you're lying.” Wu Yun bluntly exposed, “You have to use me to draw Dushe out, I know.”

You've been doing this since a long time ago.

Because of the existence of ”Nushen”, Dushe's business has reached an incredible value on the black market.

Dushe will only monopolize ”Nushen”, and as soon as he dies, ”Nushen” will disappear completely. So all the countries that sell drugs, including those that grow the raw materials for drugs, and even the international police, will be willing to meddle with the black market to let Dushe die completely.

And this man is a bounty hunters who specializes in this kind of business.

As soon as the messengers of these five gangs die, Dushe will certainly come out and contact the gangs again.

Dushe is very good at hiding. If you want to catch him, you have to take advantage of it now.

“Yes, I've got his head.” The man kissed Wu Yun, “But you are still wrong. You, who killed five gang bosses, now has a price on the black market that is comparable to Dushe. Only by following me can you live. I can get you out of here.”

”I won't leave here.” Wu Yun closed his eyes and stopped talking.

As long as he doesn't talk, the man will leave when he's done.

The man stayed up until midnight.

Wu Yun felt that the other's physical strength wasn't like an uncle (lit. dàshū, meaning someone his father's age) at all.

How old is the other person?

It wasn't clear even to Wu Yun who had lived with him for fifteen years.

In the confusion, Wu Yun realized that the man had finally come down from him.

“I've given you a gift. Open it when you wake up.” The man whispered, “You'll like it.”

Wu Yun didn't wake up until the next afternoon.

When he woke up, he was naked, covered with kiss marks, and his b.u.t.tocks and thighs were marked with fingerprints, some of which were already green.

But he didn't feel pain.

He just felt a little tired.

The man walked neatly.

There was a lot of food in the room. Fruit, chocolate, milk bread, and a few thick books, enough to keep the door closed for a while.

The death of Dushe will surely trigger a change of influence in A Street. It's also a good thing not to go out.

Wu Yun lied in bed and didn't want to move very much.

But there seems to be a “wuwuwu” (onomatopeia for crying) sound outside the door all the time.

That's so annoying.

Wu Yun opened the door and the creature leaning outside rolled in.

It's a person.

A boy of eleven or twelve, to be exact.

No clothes.

His mouth was stuffed with cloth, his hands and feet were tied, and he could only stare at Wu Yun.

On his chest hung a sign with the word “gift” clearly written on it.

Wu Yun squatted down and looked at the boy.

The young man undoubtedly looked familiar. Blond hair, a pair of gray eyes, and his skin was snow-white. He was a beautiful hybrid.

Just like that man.

(*Not sure: 和男人一模一样。)

An illegitimate child?

No, that didn't seem to have any interest in women, and they hated children.

“Wuwuwu.” The mixed-race teenager did not understand why the other side had been looking at him and not letting him go.

Wu Yun frowned and pulled out the ball of cloth from his mouth. He had no plans to untie the rope.

“I don't need a present.” Wu Yun looked at the boy and said.

“I can do a lot of things.” The youngster didn't have many excuses, “I can do anything, you can play as much as you want. Please don't, don't throw me out.”

If he is kicked out, the end will be terrible.

The man who brought him said that he could only survive if he stayed here. He had to stay with the Chinese man by all means.

Youngsters are part of Dushe's collection.

He had heard about Wu Yun and the man last night. He knew they had a lot to do with each other, but he didn't understand why that terrible man sent him to this man (Wu Yun).

“Dushe has killed a lot of people, but you can survive by his side, surely you must be able to survive by Wu Yun's side.”

As soon as the man said so, the teenager was packed and sent here. He listened to the room in a corner all night.

The boy began to cry.

He cried beautifully, especially to attract pity, but it also tempted people's desire to abuse

Wu Yun was unmoved.

The young man cried for a few minutes, and saw that Wu Yun had been looking at him indifferently. He also knew that the trick was useless and dared not cry any more.

“I really can do anything.” The youngster could only repeat these words, “Stay with me, I am very useful.”

Wu Yun wanted to say something, and then saw the book beside the youth.

That's my book. Maybe the man threw it here after he went to bed yesterday.

LOVE. (T/N: originally in English)

Love. (T/N: originally in Chinese)

What is love?

“Can you really do anything?” Asked the dark cloud, looking at the boy.

“Really, whatever you say! I can also help you kill, I can also help you relieve.” At last, the teenager saw a little hope and was busy promoting himself.

“You don't cry, you don't hurt, what are you doing alive?”

“You're a natural killer.”

“Monster.”

“Murderer!”

“…… No one will love you.”

“Curse you-“

……

A lot of things came to Wu Yun's mind.

He thought he understood what the man meant by “gift”.

“I don't need anything.” Wu Yun looked at the mixed-race teenager in front of him and said slowly, “No one will love me.”

Everyone stopped and left, not always with him.

Wu Yun picked up “LOVE” over there. He opened the book, pointed to the words on the t.i.tle page and looked at the teenager. Word by word, he said, “If you want to love me as it is written in this book, I will let you stay.”

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