Chapter 10: Don't Worry, I'm Not a Bad Person
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Nan Mo was startled but continued, "I'm not talking about that kind of hard. His whole body is hard, like his skin is made of steel!"
Su Mu's eyes narrowed slightly. Skin like steel? Was this an ability of an extraordinary being or Yang Dongqing's unique power?
He didn't dwell on it, knowing he'd soon have the answer.
Afterward, he explained the next steps to Nan Mo.
Nan Mo's expression filled with worry. "You want to kill him?"
Su Mu smiled. "No, I just want to ask him a few questions."
"But if it's just asking questions, do you really need to go this far?" Nan Mo's concern lingered.
"You're talking too much," Su Mu said coldly.
Nan Mo felt a chill run down her spine. She looked up and saw the eyes behind Su Mu's amber-tinted glasses. They were calm, almost emotionless, and made her feel inexplicably uneasy.
Su Mu was still smiling, but it was a smile that sent shivers through her heart.
Not daring to say more, she respectfully excused herself.
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That evening, in a run-down house, Yang Dongqing sat quietly, watching a figure bustling in the kitchen.
The figure belonged to Nan Mo, who moved like a butterfly in the cramped space, wearing an apron and gracefully preparing dinner.
For the first time in a long while, Yang Dongqing felt relaxed, free from the oppressive weight of life and death.
"Dinner's ready!" Nan Mo cheerfully announced, carrying two plates to the table. Her white arms flashed in front of him, and the aroma of food mingled with her light fragrance, filling his senses.
"Hey, what are you staring at? Try my cooking! To thank you, I gave it my all this time," Nan Mo teased, waving her small, fair hand in front of his face.
Snapping back to reality, Yang Dongqing picked up his chopsticks and began eating.
Eating with a beautiful woman for the first time, he felt nervous and unsure of what to say. Fortunately, Nan Mo's lively chatter filled the silence, making the meal much less awkward.
That night, Yang Dongqing ate more than usual and felt deeply satisfied.
"Are you full?"
"Yes, very full."
Nan Mo smiled brightly, her big eyes curving like crescent moons. "Good. Now that you're full, I have to head to work."
Hearing this, Yang Dongqing's face darkened. He knew Nan Mo worked as a singer at a bar, but it was dangerous for a girl like her.
"Can you not go?"
Nan Mo continued smiling. "If I don't work, will you support me?"
A surge of emotion rose in Yang Dongqing's chest. The words almost spilled out: "I—"
"Alright, I'm just joking. What would you use to support me? People like us are lucky to scrape by ourselves."
"I'm off, Yang Dongqing..."
*Bang.*
The shabby door closed, and her petite figure disappeared. The cheerful atmosphere vanished, leaving only silence behind.
Yang Dongqing clenched his fists tightly and whispered, "Nan Mo, I'll support you!"
In the past, he couldn't have said such words, as he could barely support himself. But now, as an extraordinary being, money was nothing more than a trifle.
He left the house, determined to earn money. His method? Stealing from the rich to help himself.
In District 13, the wealthy scum were abundant.
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Later that evening, Yang Dongqing returned with over fifty thousand dollars. He headed to the Moonlight Bar, where Nan Mo worked.
"This money should be enough for a good while," he thought, remembering her patched-up, worn-out dress. "I can finally buy her a new one."
As he approached the bar, his heart sank. The door had been smashed open.
*Whoosh!*
Yang Dongqing dashed inside, finding the place in shambles. Broken glass and spilled alcohol littered the floor, and injured staff members were groaning in pain. A man who appeared to be the owner was sighing heavily.
Yang Dongqing frantically searched for Nan Mo but couldn't find her.
"Where is she?! Where's Nan Mo?!" he shouted, veins bulging on his face.
Startled, no one dared to respond.
He grabbed a waiter by the collar and lifted him. "Where is she?!"
"She... she was taken!" the waiter stammered.
"By whom?!" Yang Dongqing roared.
"Two bandaged men stormed in with a group. They smashed everything and said, 'Let's see who can save you this time!'"
Yang Dongqing instantly understood. It was the same thugs who had tried to harm Nan Mo before.
Regret consumed him for not killing them earlier.
"Where did they take her?!"
"I... I don't know!" the waiter sobbed.
The owner suddenly interjected, "The Viper Gang! I saw snake tattoos on them. They're from the Viper Gang."
*Bang!*
Yang Dongqing let go, and the waiter collapsed to the ground. Without a word, he bolted out the door.
The Viper Gang was notorious in District 13, their headquarters near the chaotic outskirts.
Yang Dongqing's mind raced with fear, imagining what horrors might await Nan Mo in their hands.
As he left, the once-chaotic bar fell silent. The staff stopped moving, their eyes fixed on his departing figure.
The previously dejected owner pulled out a phone and made a call. "Boss, the prey has taken the bait."
"Good," a deep, magnetic voice replied.
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In a surveillance room, Su Mu sat behind a large mahogany desk, holding a glass of red wine.
"Is it good?" he asked Nan Mo, seated across from him.
Carefully sipping the wine, Nan Mo left faint lip prints on the glass.
"It's good. I've never had such expensive wine before."
Su Mu smiled faintly. "I don't like lies."
Nan Mo froze. "It's... not that good. A bit bitter."
"Exactly. I find it unpleasant too. Try the steak—top-grade M9 beef."
Nan Mo obediently cut a small piece and placed it in her mouth. The tender, juicy flavor was unlike anything she'd ever tasted—except maybe her favorite snacks.
After one bite, she stopped eating. Su Mu hadn't touched his food yet.
"Go ahead. Eat. It'll be some time before Yang Dongqing arrives for his heroic rescue."
Hearing Yang Dongqing's name, Nan Mo fell silent, chewing mechanically.
"Are you really not going to kill him?" she finally asked.
Su Mu's eyes narrowed behind his glasses. "Getting emotionally attached already?"
Nan Mo shook her head. "No. He's a good person. I don't deserve him. I'd just feel guilty if he died because of me..."
"Don't worry. I'm not a bad person," Su Mu said with a faint smile.
Nan Mo glanced at the armed men around the room and the surveillance screens showing ambushes in every corner. She found it impossible to associate Su Mu with the term *good person*.