A few hours later…
In a large bedroom decorated in a simple manner, an energy as cold as ice but fragile as a leaf reigned.
On the pale white bed, a person with long hair reaching his waist, dressed in a simple yet exquisite manner, rested in a cross-legged position, trying to meditate.
The whole atmosphere gave off a sense of peace and serenity.
After a few minutes, Luan opened his icy blue eyes, his forehead covered in a light layer of sweat.
Taking breaths to try to stabilize himself, he was disturbed by a voice coming from his mind.
"Host, here is all the information that Yue was able to retrieve from the world. I have also created a tracking system on the people mentioned by the host. The host only has to simply touch the wristwatch while thinking of the person he wishes to see."
Luan agreed and tried.
Those two long, thin fingers of pale whiteness rested on the watch gift and he thought silently.
The villain of the world: Xie Ren.
Then a 3D image was projected into his mind, depicting a 13 or 14 year old boy who looked slim, wearing a black and gold jumpsuit that perfectly highlighted his thin but powerful muscles, with broad shoulders and a handsome face, slightly framed by his pure black hair and those ink black eyes with a hint of purple color with a touch of baby grace.
Luan stared at that youthful appearance for a moment, secretly nodding at its beauty, then turned to the group of words that had begun to appear in front of him.
He vaguely explained the general information: name, age, etc.
Luan glanced and quickly scanned the words, then released his fingers and the image disappeared.
He stood up and said out loud:
— Let's go.
…..
In a completely shabby courtyard, which is connected to an old building, old but solid, an atmosphere of desolation but also, a calm reigned. Yellow and orange leaves, which marked the beginning of autumn, swayed in the courtyard, scattered everywhere, without anyone cleaning them.
In the distance, at the intersection of the trees, one could hear small male voices coming and going from all sides, children of all ages.
— Arhg
Thud
A figure fell to the ground and curled up on itself, enduring the pain and blows that came from all sides.
Light bruises and scratches could be seen on its small, frail and thin body through its old, half-torn shirts.
His dirty body, which was the very definition of weakness, contrasted with his handsome face and his inky black-purple eyes, which gave off an empty and lifeless light, almost unbelievably creepy.
Three figures of young people surrounded the boy, shouting things at him and throwing punches at him.
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"You filthy punk! You should have given us the money when we asked you nicely. This is what happens when you resist adults." He sent another merciless kick to the pit of the young man's stomach, which elicited a low groan.
The other figure leaned over and laughed mockingly.
"Hehehe, Brother Tao is right. Since you have enjoyed Brother Tao's protection for all these years, you must obediently reciprocate his kindness."
"—You filthy ant, if it weren't for Brother Tao's generosity, you would have died long ago on the street because of gangsters. You're nothing but a disgusting, abandoned, useless, and weak rat who only dirties this worthless and familyless world.
Brother Tao raised his hand to stop the mockery, then continued in a tone filled with disdain as he grabbed the boy's hair to come face to face.
—Look at that filthy face you have; it's no wonder your parents abandoned you when you were born."
They must have noticed the evil from the beginning. You're lucky that I'm a kind person, I'll give you one last chance: be docile and give me what you have in your possession, otherwise we'll gouge out those disgusting eyes so that you can never see the light of day again.
He took out a small pocket knife and brought it close to the young man's face. The sharp light reflected on the boy's cheek, creating a thin stream of blood. However, despite the threat before him, those black-purple eyes looked at him without an ounce of emotion, as he looks at life.
This action ignited the man's anger even more. No matter his actions, he couldn't create the expression and fear he wanted, which made him even more frustrated.
He let go of all restraint and raised his hand, which was in possession of the knife, and aimed it at the boy's right eye.
The people around the man were stunned by their friend's actions, wanting to stop him but were too far away to make a move.