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墨書 Inktalez
“Foreman, are we really going to be okay?” In what appeared to be an abandoned subway platform, signs reading 'Under Construction' hung at the entrances.
The descending staircase into the subway was blocked by a makeshift iron gate, and the disorganized interior was littered with trash and debris, alongside several large machines.
Beside the machines stood seven or eight men in work uniforms and helmets, one of whom was speaking at that moment.
“Hey, man, I didn’t see you when things were going well earlier. Now that we’ve done it, what’s there to be afraid of? We’re already in this environment; as long as we don’t have any issues, it’ll be fine. Besides, if we can make it out alive, I’d even accept a few years in prison. And look at this chance to gather evidence—do you think there are really that many dead? Once we’re done here, we can just toss everything outside and it’ll all be resolved.” A buzz-cut man who had taken off his helmet spoke nonchalantly while patting the face of the one who had started talking.
“Right, right, right. You’re absolutely correct,” replied the first speaker, nodding eagerly. He then glanced over at two unconscious women lying in a corner.
The two women on the ground were dressed in a way that suggested they had been through a lot; their clothing was tattered and their hair and bodies were covered in disgusting yellowish-white slime and spots, making the scene extremely grotesque.
“In this situation, might makes right. Those bitches wouldn’t even look at us before; just think about how they begged us when they first came in. It’s infuriating! They sit in their offices enjoying air conditioning and typing away while throwing us a flirtatious glance now and then, earning far more than we do. Meanwhile, we have to wake up early and toil away doing this kind of physical labor. Serves them right,” said another fellow with a bitter expression, who initially seemed somewhat honest but now spoke with grievance and anger.
It was as if all the pressure from this environment needed to be released; all their masks and pretenses had been torn away.
“Heh, but I have to admit, those pampered skins are really nice—so soft you could almost squeeze water out of them. It’s way better than dealing with those low-class prostitutes. I never expected to get my hands on these high-and-mighty types,” said another man, prompting those around him who had been worried after finishing their task to loosen up and openly discuss their recent experiences.
Humans are such creatures; when most people believe something is right, it becomes right. Different eras and environments have various orders.
Everyone present had participated in that initial primal release of desire; now that they felt free to talk, they seemed to enjoy each other’s company as they teased one another about who was faster or lasted longer. It appeared they were trying to find excuses for their actions by jokingly attributing blame to the two women.
However, just as they were joking about who performed better, a slight tremor came from the direction of the temporary iron gate at the subway entrance.
In an instant, the group fell silent, their previous joviality replaced by a tense atmosphere. The faces of those who had been laughing turned pale as beads of cold sweat appeared on their foreheads.
"Don't, don't worry. They can't get in, and wasn't there an idiot who helped draw some of them away yesterday? It should just be a few that slipped through and bumped into the door." The Foreman, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, forced a laugh, unsure if he was trying to comfort himself or the others.
However, as they fell silent, the subway station, which had become eerily quiet and empty, suddenly echoed with footsteps coming from the entrance. It sounded like more than just one or two.
Realizing the situation, the group quickly grabbed their tools—large wrenches and shovels. They were used to physical labor, and even operating machinery required a certain amount of strength.
Compared to ordinary people, they were stronger. Once equipped with their tools, they felt a surge of confidence. The Foreman had a sudden idea and, along with a few others, dragged the two unconscious women to the front as if preparing to use them as bait to alleviate some pressure.
When the monsters began to feast, they would have time to either attack or escape.
Just as they finished moving the women and hid behind a machine to observe the situation, voices began to emerge from the entrance—conversations in an unfamiliar language that seemed to be Chinese.
"Xiao You, aren't there two people lying up ahead? They look like women," Huang Wei pointed out, trying to dismiss his fear of using them as bait again.
"Not just women," Yang Xiaoyou squinted as he noticed something was off about the two figures on the ground.
In this lawless era where constraints had vanished, the status of women—especially those with even a hint of beauty—was indeed precarious.
He was someone who avoided trouble; if he were alone and faced with issues, he wouldn't feel compelled to intervene. He usually remained indifferent towards strangers.
But now that those hiding in the shadows had taken such actions, crossing over the line that once bound their hearts by law, he didn't believe that if he chose not to meddle, they would do the same.
In that case...
"What the hell is going on?" As they approached closer, the horrific state of the two women became fully visible to everyone. Huang Wei gasped in shock; witnessing such scenes straight out of a terrible movie unfold in reality left him momentarily speechless.
Seeing this scene, Charming Shadow and Chen Wuyou both frowned slightly. No matter how strong-willed they were, they certainly found such a situation quite unpleasant.
“Tch, so it’s the Survivor. You had us worried for a moment. Although I don’t know how you got in here, since you’re here now, you’ll have to follow our orders.” Once Yang Xiaoyou and her group stepped out from the shadows, those who had been hiding behind the machine finally breathed a sigh of relief and emerged.
The Foreman was sizing up the group as he spoke.
Very good, quite impressive. The few males looked like students from a sheltered environment, while the females...
Upon seeing the appearances of Charming Shadow and Chen Wuyou, the Foreman felt a surge of heat in his lower abdomen. Compared to these two, the two women he had previously thought were decent were nothing to write home about.
Since he had already crossed that line once, why not again?
With that thought in mind, a sinister smile flashed across his face. He brandished a large wrench in his hand, gesturing menacingly as he spoke, making his threats quite clear.
“Hehe, usually I’m the one threatening others. It’s really frustrating that I’ve had to deal with this trouble because of my own issues,” Charming Shadow said with a charming smile upon seeing the familiar look in his eyes.
However, despite the smile on her face, her murderous intent radiated outward, enveloping him completely.
Whether at the police station or now, under normal circumstances, Charming Shadow wouldn’t have bothered with such trivial matters. But clearly, due to her injuries and encountering such situations repeatedly had made her quite irritable.
An injured tiger is the most dangerous, especially a female one.
It was evident that mere laborers relying on brute strength felt as if they had fallen into an ice pit when faced with the killing intent emanating from a top assassin.
Charming Shadow Alone Although it has yet to fully unleash the depth of its potential, the killing intent emanating from it is already quite close, on the verge of reaching the realm of true power.
Even beneath an injured body, it brings immense psychological pressure to the opponent.
However, it still hasn't reached that level of power; her slightly sickly appearance seems a bit fragile, which momentarily startled her adversaries, causing them to tremble.
The Foreman, in a desperate move, swung the wrench and lunged forward.
Yet, just halfway through the leap, upon seeing the hollow gun pointed at him by the somewhat frail-looking boy, he fell straight down from mid-air. After hitting the ground, he supported himself with his hands and began to retreat in panic, his face filled with fear.
"I wonder how effective this Silencer is; I guess I'll just have to try it. After all, being underground means there's little chance for sound to travel up." After muttering to himself for a while, Yang Xiaoyou raised his hand and aimed at the opponent's head.
With a 'thud', the bullet was fired and pierced through the Foreman's skull.
He didn't even dare approach the boat, so after arriving at Koto Ward, he used whatever equipment he could find to modify a police handgun with this device. Now seemed like a good time to test it out. He then raised his hand again and aimed at other targets.
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