radicalducati Chapter 177 Let's Go, Wolves!
Chapter 177 Let's Go, Wolves!
Chapter 177 Let's Go, Wolves!
"Oh."
The lion sized up the guy named Yan Hong in front of it.
Her voice was languid as she casually asked, "So, what have you been doing here?"
Yan Hong opened his mouth and began to ramble on.
The lion realized that this guy seemed to be preparing to launch into some unpleasant, long-winded speech, recounting his self-righteous schemes and grievances.
The lion immediately frowned, not wanting his long-winded nonsense to pollute his ears.
So she interrupted him without any politeness.
"Stop! Stop talking too much nonsense!"
"Next, all you need to do is answer my questions."
"Only answer 'yes' or 'no'! Understand?"
The man nodded in fear.
Then, Lion cleared his throat and began questioning.
"Did you deliberately throw that cigarette butt away?"
"no!"
Yan Hong answered quickly.
"My little sister is cute, isn't she?"
"what?"
"Yes or no?"
"No—oh no, no, no, it is, it is!"
The lion chuckled and continued to bombard him with all sorts of tricky and illogical questions.
The questions are completely unrelated, and some are even ridiculous.
Because she doesn't care about the answers at all; what she cares about is whether the answers are the same for similar questions.
"It's boring," she thought.
After asking about twenty questions, she was completely fed up.
The man named Yan Hong gave so many contradictory answers that she couldn't be bothered to remember them all.
The evidence of lying is overwhelming.
We need to deal with this kind of guy with a heavy hand.
She stared into Yan Hong's eyes, her face expressionless.
"You're lying, aren't you?"
"No—no! No!"
The man felt a chill run down his spine from her gaze, and his voice trembled with fear.
"————Hehe." The lion laughed.
It was a rather smug smile, as if he had seen some interesting toy.
"Okay, then, next question."
Her voice became sweeter.
"Since you're not lying, then—"
She suddenly reached out, grabbed Yan Hong's hair, and lifted him up.
Then, he continued, "You actually prefer washing your hair in the women's toilet to the men's toilet, right?"
Her voice was strained, yet it terrified Yan Hong: "You can only answer 'yes' or 'no.' Oh~"
"No—no—ahhhhhh! I'll tell you! I'll tell you everything!"
When she was about to drag Yan Hong into the toilet, his psychological defenses were completely broken down at that moment.
The lion, satisfied with his devastated state, released his grip.
It would have been better if we had done this earlier.
Yan Hong poured out his entire plan like beans spilling from a bamboo tube.
However, after listening to a few words, the lion felt a surge of irritation.
It's nothing more than forming cliques and inciting emotions; it sounds plausible, but it's actually full of loopholes.
"Alright, stop, stop!"
She stopped the other person from babbling on, her face showing undisguised disgust.
"Too much nonsense, I can't be bothered to listen."
"Anyway, their core idea is to find an opportunity to get rid of me, right?"
Yan Hong no longer dared to answer yes or no.
"Knowing this is enough. The details of your idiotic schemes will only pollute my brain."
Then, she burst out laughing.
"Pfft—seriously—you guys are such weaklings, I've never seen such weaklings before."
"You can't even control the chaos caused by a cigarette butt, and you think you can kill me?"
She smiled and sighed.
"However, take my advice."
The lion's voice suddenly softened.
"Whatever your thoughts are, give them up now. Isn't it better to just live an honest life?"
Her gaze fell on Yan Hong, who instinctively avoided her eyes.
"Otherwise, you really will die."
Lion could feel his entire body trembling slightly.
Ha, how boring.
She could roughly guess what the man was thinking.
It's nothing more than internal monologues like "this crazy woman" or "monster."
That's right, monsters. She knew better than anyone that neither she nor her sister were ordinary humans.
But so what?
However, just then, a simple, honest voice interrupted her thoughts.
"Ah—I'm done—I'm done."
The lion turned its head and saw the burly man named Kong Quan standing there, like a primary school student who had finished his duty and was waiting for praise.
Several unfortunate men were lying haphazardly around him, still groaning.
"Oh, well done."
Lion casually tossed the e-cigarette from his pocket over.
Kong Quan caught it, his eyes lighting up instantly.
He eagerly stuffed the cigarette holder into his mouth, took a deep drag, and then exhaled a cloud of white smoke.
His practiced manner was completely different from the drooling fool he used to be.
The lion narrowed her eyes, pinched her chin with her fingers, and began to think. She sensed a tiny bit of something amiss.
Why would someone with the intelligence of a child have such a practiced smoking technique?
Of course, this is not a reason to doubt.
But aside from that—would any family really allow a mentally challenged person to learn to smoke?
No, no, to put it another way, how could someone with that level of intelligence get their hands on ice? It's simply impossible.
Moreover, even if he committed a crime and killed someone, shouldn't he be locked up in a serious criminal prison? A mental hospital is where he should be.
Could it be that he contracted some illness later in life? Or was he tortured like this in prison?
She looked at Kong Quan's extremely bizarre, savage-like physique, reminiscent of a wild man from a fighting comic, and shook her head.
No way. That guy's physique definitely didn't suggest long-term malnutrition or abuse. There was absolutely no sign of drug use either; she had that kind of discernment.
really weird.
Forget it, there's no point in thinking about it.
Lion put these trivial feelings of unease behind her; she now had more important and interesting things to do.
She walked up to Kong Quan and looked him up and down, sizing up the guy that woman had specifically brought over to be her henchman.
"Can you read?"
"I recognize it."
"good."
The lion searched the vicinity and found a pen and a crumpled piece of paper.
She thought for a moment, then quickly began to write. After finishing, she handed the paper to Kong Quan and commanded, "Read it."
Kong Quan took the paper and read it word by word, stumbling over his words.
"Unless—without the Lion's—order, you are not allowed to leave—this place—"
"Okay, next one."
"Alright, alright, you've remembered everything?"
After he finished reading those simple and straightforward rules, the lion nodded in satisfaction.
Then, in a rather hasty tone, she announced, "Okay, from today onwards, you're the boss here!"
"No, no way!" Kong Quan reacted quickly this time.
"But...but I...I'm not smart enough..."
For the first time, a look of "panic" appeared on his face.
"What the hell are you doing? You don't need to be smart at all!" Lion interrupted him, his voice full of impatience.
"The answer is beating!"
She raised one arm high, facing Kong Quan, but in reality, she was announcing it to all the prisoners in the room.
"Here, might makes right!"
"So, your task is very simple!"
"That means beating all the disobedient guys until they become obedient!"
She waved the whole box of cigarette cartridges in her hand, like a priest enticing a child.
"If you can do that, these will all be your reward!"
Lying on the ground, Yan Hong stared intently at the things as he witnessed this scene, his heart filled with resentment.
That was one of the most valuable hard currencies in the apocalypse, and it was just sold to this fool for such a low price.
Then, Lion turned his gaze back to Yan Hong, who was still bound, preparing to confirm one last thing.
"Speaking of which, everyone's been staying here obediently, right? No one's missing? Or rather, has anyone—run away?"
Before she could finish her question, Kong Quan suddenly seemed to remember something and shouted urgently, "Yes! — My — My brother! My brother... he went outside!"
"----Outside?"
Lion raised an eyebrow, looked at Yan Hong, and gestured with his eyes towards the restroom, the meaning clear: "You let it escape?"
"It has nothing to do with me! He's not even from here! One's from Team One, the other from Team Two, I can't control him!" Yan Hong cried out in despair.
The lion ignored him and turned to face Kong Quan, finally arousing his curiosity a little.
"What's going on?"
Kong Quan struggled to organize his thoughts, speaking haltingly, "He—he said—I've always been innocent. He said I didn't own the tin furnace, and I didn't kill anyone—"
"Of course I can tell if someone's using drugs," Lion casually replied.
But what does this have to do with his departure?
"And then? Where did he go?"
He said he was going to the police station and the Longshan Mine.
Kong Quan chuckled as he spoke.
"Help me find—find—evidence. Evidence, hehehe, evidence!"
Police station? Longshan Mining?
The lion frowned. What a stubborn fool.
Even if we find evidence against him now, so what? Show it to the monster?
However—for some reason, she didn't particularly dislike this hopelessly stupid and stubborn mind.
At least, he's a little more pleasing to the eye than those other fools in this room who only know how to scheme for their own interests.
After a while, the lion looked at the scene before him with great satisfaction.
The prisoners are all obedient now. Good, order has been initially established, albeit through the most primitive form of violence.
This guy named Kong Quan is indeed very capable in combat, no matter what. Having him replace me in persuading this group of disobedient guys with physics skills is more than enough.
From now on, I shouldn't have to make a trip for trivial matters anymore. I've found someone who can quell the riots and is easy to manage. Not bad, not bad.
As for what Sister-chan had worried about before, that the combination of a madman and a deformed person would turn into a troublesome monster—to be honest, Lion didn't care much.
First of all—this guy shouldn't be that crazy, right?
Secondly, in her view, the difference between the so-called powerful monsters her sister mentioned and ordinary monsters was no more than the difference between a kindergarten student and the national kindergarten fighting champion.
Essentially, they were all small fry who weren't worth fighting.
The lion had that much confidence in his sister's abilities.
All you need to do is cling to your little sister's leg.
She pulled herself out of her reverie, focused her attention back on Kong's entire body, and prepared to ask one last question.
"What's your brother's name?"
"Kong An."
"What do you do at Longshan Mining?"
"Setting off explosives—my brother is—a technician, and I—I helped him move the explosives—"
"Exploding mines?" Lion paused for a moment.
Sending an idiot to move high explosives? Those guys at Longshan Mining must be incredibly audacious.
No, that's not right.
It's not that they're reckless; it's simply impossible. No manager with a sound mind would make such an absurd arrangement.
In other words, the only possibility is that this guy named Kong Quan wasn't a fool at all before.
interesting.
The lion felt its curiosity ignited by this.
Forget it, I'll go and manage it. Anyway, I don't have anything else to do right now.
It would be good to let my younger sister make this trip and stretch her muscles at the same time.
Of course, if she's willing. If not, then forget it.
"Little sister, I'm home~"
The lion hummed a little tune and leisurely strolled back to the villa on the mountaintop.
She stretched, walked over to her sister, and reached out to ruffle her long, flaxen hair.
It feels so good; after all, she takes care of it much more diligently than I do.
However, the wolf raised its head and then gently sniffed her hand.
"Sister," the wolf said, sounding somewhat aggrieved, "your hands smell of alcohol!"
lion:""
Ah, this seems to be a bit troublesome.
I had just been in the hideout and casually picked up a bottle of cheap liquor from one of the unlucky guys to disinfect my hands, but the smell hadn't even dissipated yet.
"My sister wouldn't drink alcohol in this situation; it's just for disinfection."
However, the wolf sniffed again.
Then, he reached into the pocket of Lion's loose sports jacket and rummaged around for a bit.
He pulled out a handful of sand that was still damp.
"Weapons, weapons~"
Then, he pulled out a whole box full of e-cigarette cartridges.
"Oh, this—"
"elder sister."
The wolf raised its head, its gray eyes now fixed intently on her.
His eyes were filled with deep resentment.
No smoking!
The lion noticed that she looked like she was about to cry.
"NONONO! No, no, no!"
The lion panicked instantly and waved its paws repeatedly.
"My sister doesn't smoke! Really! I stole this from someone else!"
"But—you can't steal!"
"ah----"
The lion felt a bit overwhelmed.
She sighed, spent a long time explaining, and finally succeeded in calming the wolf down.
Then she recounted everything she had seen and heard in the prisoner's cell in detail.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I misunderstood you, sister."
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"Oh, it's nothing."
After it died, the wolf remained silent for a moment.
Then she stood up and prepared to go out.
"My sister said that Kong Quan—he might be innocent. So, I want to help him seek justice."
"The police station, and—Longshan Mining, right?"
"I have to bring his brother back first, and then I'll go find the mayflies and the others."