Chapter 106#
Every time he thought of a line, Qin Mu’s face burned fiercely as if it were on fire.#
The constantly flashing red light finally went out.
77 gradually changed from a piercing red back to its original pale blue. It floated quietly in mid-air, looking at Qin Mu, who was lying on the wooden plank bed.
The room was narrow, the lighting was dim, and a faint, indefinable odor lingered in the air.
For a person like Qin Mu, being locked in a place like this should not, under any circumstances, result in him looking as unbothered as he did now—lying on the bed with his hands folded behind his head and even crossing his legs.
Such a leisurely posture didn’t seem to belong to a “detained prisoner” at all.
77 didn’t understand.
Qin Mu was the big villain who had pushed the original world to reboot several times. How could he be so easily defeated in such a small world, leading to this “ending” for Qin Mu?
It tilted its head, looking at the prompt on the panel: [Villain is suppressed, the main storyline is proceeding smoothly], and blinked its eyes in confusion.
After a long while, 77 turned and dissipated into thin air.
The small space was terrifyingly quiet, and the leaky faucet produced an irritating, constant dripping sound.
Qin Mu slowly lifted his eyelids.
He looked into the empty air, and before his eyes, Jian Yunchen’s bloodshot eyes from before his departure began to emerge.
Qin Mu had seen Jian Yunchen’s eyes red many times: out of passion, shyness, grievance, or a stubborn refusal to let tears fall.
But never had it been like this—heartbreaking.
In the intervals where his heart felt sour and cramped with numbness, there was a warmth that could not be ignored.
Qin Mu slowly raised his hand and pressed it against his beating heart. He had never made such a losing bargain before, but for some reason, he actually felt his heart filled with a lingering sense of satisfaction.
His eyes suddenly widened as the string in his brain called “reason” snapped back online. Qin Mu stretched out his arm to cover his eyes and cursed in a low voice:
“Fuck!”
The boomerang from that day had actually swung back and struck him.
“Love is giving, it is sacrifice, it is a self-destructive desire to protect.”
“Such a grand thing seems to have nothing to do with him.”
Every time he remembered a line, Qin Mu’s face burned fiercely as if it were on fire.
He slid his palm down to cover his mouth, his brow furrowing slightly, and he suddenly let out a sigh full of helplessness.
Things had developed to this point, straying far from his original plan.
But… he just had to accept it.
He slowly relaxed his furrowed brow, accepting it with unusual smoothness.
Just then, there was a soft “click” from the iron door.
The sound of keys clinking echoed as the iron door was slowly pushed open, revealing a pair of eyes flashing with an abnormally excited glint in the gloom.
Qin Mu sat up, leaning halfway against the headboard. Looking at that familiar face, he couldn’t help but feel surprised. To think he could still stand perfectly intact before him; it seemed the other party wasn’t as much of a waste as he had imagined.
Behind the thin, limping man followed several burly men with bulging muscles. Tattoos covered their exposed arm muscles, and they looked at Qin Mu with fierce glares.
The iron door slowly closed. Qin Mu looked up at Jian Jinbao standing in front of him and curled his lips into a light smile.
A few months in this place had completely transformed Jian Jinbao. His originally bloated stomach and face had thinned down, revealing somewhat delicate features, but the greed and malice flickering in his eyes were even more intense than before.
A triumphant smile played on his face, his eyes shimmering with a nauseating desire. Dragging a lame leg, he approached Qin Mu, muttering under his breath: “Qin Mu, even you would have a day like this. Now that you’ve fallen into my hands, just wait to die!”
The tallest man behind him suddenly paused and let out a heavy, dissatisfied grunt.
Jian Jinbao stopped his advance instantly and retreated to the man’s side. Standing together, Jian Jinbao appeared quite petite. He looked up carefully at the man’s expression:
“Dragon-ge, this is the young master of the Qin family I told you about. Look at his fair and tender skin, he’ll definitely suit your appetite. And… he’s naturally into men. Before he came in, he was involved in some shady business with my nephew. I guarantee he’ll serve you comfortably.”
The man called Dragon-ge scanned Qin Mu. He was built like a bear with a face full of rough features and a horizontal old scar across his brow bone. He inspected Qin Mu like he was evaluating cargo.
His furrowed brow slowly smoothed out. He took a few steps forward, his massive frame blocking the front of Qin Mu’s bed like a small wall.
A low, raspy voice slowly rang out, carrying a sense of “don’t mess with me”: “Been played with before?”
Listening to their conversation, the smile on the corner of Qin Mu’s mouth gradually turned cold. The chill in his eyes became palpable. Just now, he was wondering how Jian Jinbao had only gotten away with a broken leg; it turned out he had found a new master to rely on to survive here.
Only…
He looked up, staring coldly at Dragon-ge.
The person Jian Jinbao clung to was nothing more than an idiot.
A few splashes of dark blood were mixed on the dark concrete floor.
The faucet was still dripping water steadily.
The narrow floor was covered with curled-up figures, and painful wails and sharp intakes of breath from extreme pain filled the small room.
Qin Mu stood before Dragon-ge. Dragon-ge’s head had been split open, and the continuous flow of blood blurred his vision. He watched Qin Mu approach him step by step as a shadow loomed over him. Dragon-ge instinctively tried to shrink back, but his retreat was blocked by the unconscious Jian Jinbao.
At this moment, he regretted it immensely. Why had he listened to Jian Jinbao’s suggestion a few hours ago and actually set his sights on this man?
Qin Mu came to a halt and stepped on his face. The blood on his hand dripped down the lines of his muscles. In the darkness, Qin Mu’s smile slowly widened, appearing exceptionally eerie. He applied pressure with his foot, and Dragon-ge couldn’t help but cry out.
Instead, the smile on Qin Mu’s lips grew even wider.
He slowly leaned down, looking at Dragon-ge, whose eyes were bulging uncontrollably. He spoke with a hint of a smile:
“Is it fun?”
“Are you satisfied with my service?”
“Does it still suit your appetite?”
Dragon-ge gasped for air with a “he-he” sound, his heart beating violently from extreme terror.
He was nothing short of a demon!
Qin Mu frowned slightly and applied pressure with his toes, hearing the sound of bones grinding. He seemed a bit troubled: “Why aren’t you talking? Haven’t you had enough fun yet?”
Dragon-ge stared in horror, shaking his head repeatedly, but before he could say anything…
The iron door was pushed open once again.
The police officer outside didn’t seem to expect such a scene inside. He had specifically greeted Dragon-ge before he came, but he hadn’t expected the situation to be the exact opposite of what he had imagined.
The room was full of people clutching their stomachs, and a few had even fainted. The only one standing was the one who was supposed to be the “bullying” target. However, that person didn’t look like someone to be trifled with; although he was smiling, his hands and body were clearly stained with a lot of blood.
At this moment, he was even stepping on Dragon-ge’s face.
The officer froze in place, staring at the scene.
Qin Mu withdrew his foot and returned to his usual lazy manner. He put one hand in his pocket and straightened his crumpled hem. Blood trickled down from his forehead; he wiped it away casually, dragging a long red smear across his cheek.
He looked at the officer and asked calmly, “What is it?”
The guard snapped out of it, feeling an involuntary sense of fear toward the man in front of him. His fingertips tightened and he lowered his eyes, hoping not to be remembered and subsequently retaliated against.
“Qin Mu… come out with me. Someone bailed you out.”
Qin Mu gave a lazy “oh.” Without sparing a single glance at the heap of half-dead people behind him, he followed the guard out the door the next second.
In the middle of the hallway, he tilted his head slightly and asked:
“Who?”