Chapter 30: Across Illogicality (1/2)

Chapter 30: Across Illogicality

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Ye Chong shook his head understandably, “I don’t know! How the heck I’m supposed to know who you are at the very first glance of you both in my whole entire life?”

“Then why do you attack us?” Number 2 questioned unbelievably.

Ye Chong nonchalantly responded, “More like you guys did it first.”

“I…I was just thinking of removing your dangerous-looking… dagger!” Number 2’s pretty face was reddened with embarrassment.

Ye Chong simply made an “oh” and thought through the situation impartially… Apparently the discussion of such a topic was not really a rational act for both sides at the moment.

“Okay, listen. I can tell you all that I have not even the slightest interest in you guys. But I hope for mere cooperation. Or else, I wouldn’t mind taking your lives as part of punishment for your misbehavior!” It was a blatant intimidating threat uttered from Ye Chong’s mouth, yet the expression on his face was more natural than ever, a kind of tranquility and indifference that couldn’t be explained, as if what he did was as normal as one’s daily routine of eating and drinking.

Chill uncontrollably crept up their spines, like a sharp sword stuck ruthlessly right at their throats, while its eerie coldness permeated through the pores of their skins into every single cell of their bodies; Those words from Ye Chong, in that apathetic tone, were flooded with immense bloodthirstiness, overflowing the limits inevitably, like pouring more water into a full bucket of it, ready to be kicked as it spread everywhere.

“What kind of cooperation do you desire?” Number 2’s voice was trembling a little. Fear could be felt. The young man was also uneasy, as cold sweat streamed through his forehead.

Ye Chong was pleased, seeing how his warning somehow magically worked out. But his facial expression remained unchanged, not even a bit. It was still as uninterested as he ignored Number 2 and inquired on, “Are there any other survivors on this craft?”

He stared at Number 2 with intense focus, eye to eye.

“No! The rest of us other than ourselves are dead!” She replied without much pause while shaking her head sincerely. The sexy lips of her tiny mouth moved in crimson seduction, the captivating charm unavoidably wafted without notice.

However Ye Chong wasn’t infatuated at all and carried on with his inquiry, “So now… what are the rough coordinates of this stranded spaceship?”

“I dunno. You can only know that at the main control room!” She shook her head again.

“Then we shall go there now!” He bolted up.

Number 2 went on pleading, “Then could you pleaseeee untie us? We can’t show you the way with these on!” Her expressive eyes shot a pitiful sight at Ye Chong, with a scarlet red blush on her cheeks, which would make any man sympathize upon her at first sight.

Still, Ye Chong was never going to get the hint, while he was finding the random red patches on her face strange. Why the heck this lady’s face getting all red? Instead, the young master got the hint, as he was mesmerized by her looks. His eyes locked on her and he seemed to have forgotten where he was.

“Ohhhhhh! It’s okay. Save your trouble!” He planned to ignore her recommendation and just lift them one on each side, as they weighed close to nothing in his hands. The lifting shocked the boy in his day-dream and it was fortunate enough that he regained his senses quickly enough to force curse words back into his guts. Imagine if he insensibly cursed this monster lifting him, he might be tossed right out of the ship on the spot. Number 2 felt ashamed of herself, her charm failed her the very first time in her entire career! What a steady man! Ye Chong slowly grew and became more unpredictable in her thoughts, with terror mushrooming about this man.

The sensation being lifted head down was causing discomfort, which was still fine for Number 2, since she had been sternly trained in her childhood. For countless times she had been through various kinds of discomfort way more than this. It was more like suffering, while this was just a piece of cake! Rather, it was real anguish for the young man beside her, since he was born with a silver spoon in his mouth and was raised thoughtfully. He was frail and Ye Chong’s ropes were tight, constricting him with pain and discomfort, especially when Ye Chong was lifting him with gravity pulling his weight all the way down with ropes upon him. That was more than painful, which would make anyone wail.

“So, how do you get to the main control room?” Ye Chong didn’t seem to care.