Wang Yanfei finally had a chance to see the man opposite him clearly.
One of his eyes was a mechanical prosthetic eye, flashing a faint red light. His left arm was empty, as if it had been torn off. There were some rough joint marks on the cross section of the shoulder, and it was obvious that he had been equipped with some prosthetics. Yak's face was full of vicissitudes, his skin was rough, with old scars, and the stubble at the corners of his mouth looked like it had not been taken care of for a while.
Wang Yanfei's body stiffened for a moment, and he instinctively shrank a little. This man had a sense of dangerous oppression.
But he still nodded with a stiff face, and his eyes did not dodge.
Yak looked at him, raised his mouth slightly, leaned against the wall, and sighed softly: "Let me introduce myself, I am Morgan Yak, a bounty hunter."
He said, stretched out his only remaining right hand, gestured lazily, pointed to his broken arm, and said with a self-deprecating smile: "Friends on the road call me 'Blood Hand', but now... I have no hand."
Wang Yanfei didn't answer, staring at his broken arm.
Yak chuckled, not caring about Wang Yanfei's reaction, but changed to a more comfortable posture, looking him up and down: "What about you? Boy, you still look like a rookie."
Wang Yanfei took a deep breath, knowing that he really didn't look like a veteran in his current state, and might even have been classified as a "non-threatening rookie" by Yak. But he couldn't show his fear, even if it was just a little bit.
"Wang... Wang Tianran." He whispered, trying to make his tone sound more stable, "A mercenary."
Yak's eyebrows slightly raised, and then the corners of his mouth twitched, as if he heard a big joke, and he laughed directly: "Hahahaha! Boy, if you are a mercenary, I'll fucking twist my head off and let you kick it like a ball."
His shoulders were shaking with laughter, and the red light of his artificial eye flashed, staring at Wang Yanfei: "You can't even lie, there's not even a gun callus on your hand, and your eyes are not right." He leaned back against the wall lazily, his tone revealing undisguised sarcasm, "Boy, mercenaries are born with murderous intent from the womb, you? You are at most an unlucky guy thrown in by someone."
Yak stood up, patted the dust on his pants, moved his neck, and made a creaking sound. He stared at Wang Yanfei and said impatiently: "Boy, make a quick decision. I have completed 27 games, one more win, and you can leave this damn place."
Wang Yanfei was stunned for a moment, then looked up at him: "28 wins... can you get out?"
Yake glanced at him, and seeing his rookie look, he couldn't help but sneered, with obvious sarcasm on his lips: "Okay, kid, you're unlucky to run into me." He pointed at himself, "You know what? Compared to other crazy people, I'm kind, and you can get away with it if you fight me."
As he spoke, he suddenly changed the subject, with a teasing tone: "Tell me, do you have any family outside? If so, tell me a name, and when I get out, I'll reluctantly help you take care of them. "
When Wang Yanfei heard this, the figure of his sister Wang Xiaonan immediately appeared in his mind.
He opened his mouth and was about to say his name, but Yak sneered and waved his hand to interrupt him: "Forget it, kid, you are too naive, I can't bear to lie to you." His tone returned to that casualness, and he raised his chin, "Hurry up and look at the number behind me, let me get out quickly."
Wang Yanfei's heart was furious, but years of forbearance had made him subconsciously choose to forbear. He pursed his lips tightly, his fingertips trembled slightly, and his chest seemed to be blocked. In the end, he didn't say anything, but his eyes were slightly red, and tears fell uncontrollably.
Seeing him like this, Ya Ke was stunned for a moment, then his expression suddenly became annoyed, even a little angry, and glared at him fiercely: "Man, man, what's the point of crying?! But the head fell off, the scar was as big as a bowl, and twenty years later, he was a good man again."
Wang Yanfei sniffed, his voice trembled a little, with grievance and unwillingness, he said intermittently: "I don't know... I was fine... But Wang Qiu, that bastard... He stole my grades... I didn't dare to tell my sister... I was afraid that she would worry... I was afraid..."
The rest of the voice was already unclear, his throat seemed to be blocked, and he couldn't say a complete sentence.
Ya Ke was silent, staring at him for a few seconds, and the mockery on his face gradually subsided. Ya Ke shook his head, sighed, leaned against the wall, lit a cigarette that he didn't know where he got from, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled a wisp of white mist.
"Boy, let me tell you a story."
His tone was flat, as if he was talking about something insignificant, but his mechanical eye flickered slightly.
"Once, there was a boy who grew up in the slums.
No matter how hard life was, he believed in those so-called truths and believed that people's hearts were always warm."
"One day, he met a group of kidnappers who were dragging a girl into the alley. The girl was crying so hard that he couldn't bear it, so he went up to save her. What happened? His arm was chopped off and his life was almost over."
Yake paused, exhaled a smoke ring, and said with a little self-mockery: "But the girl fell in love with him, and he also fell in love with her."
"The problem is that the girl's father is a company man. He looked down on the people in the slums and felt that the boy was not qualified to marry his daughter, so he said to the boy, 'As long as you save up 100,000, I will entrust my daughter to you.'"
100,000 is an astronomical figure for the slums.
"The boy worked five jobs every day and was exhausted like a dog, but the number of 100,000 was far away for him. The girl would come to him whenever she had the chance, which was also a comfort to the boy." Yak sneered, "Until the boy joined the bounty hunter and risked his life. In just two years, he collected 100,000."
"Then what?" Wang Yanfei couldn't help asking.
Yak's smile disappeared, his eyes became cold, and his voice became low: "When the boy went to propose marriage, he found out that the beast had handed over his daughter to please the people above."
"What about her?" Wang Yanfei's throat was a little dry, he had guessed the ending. Yak took a puff of cigarette and slowly uttered two words: "Mass grave."
Wang Yanfei's heart was shocked, and his breathing stopped for a moment.
Yak sneered, threw away the cigarette in his hand, and crushed it: "That boy killed that bastard, and then killed all those who bullied her."
The room was silent for a long time, with only the sound of the collar dripping, which was particularly harsh in the silence.
Wang Yanfei slowly raised his head, his voice a little hoarse: "That boy... is it you?"
Yak glanced at him, did not deny, and said indifferently: "Yes."
He slowly stood up, twisted his neck, and made a crisp sound of bones: "To be honest, in this fucking world, two people love each other, but because of the family, life and death are separated. Equal? Ha, it's just full of interests."
Wang Yanfei was silent. He didn't understand these, but he could feel the anger in Yak's words.
"Do you believe in love?" Wang Yanfei suddenly asked.
Yak stared at him for a few seconds, then sneered: "No, childish stuff."