But soon, Al changed his mind. He could see Xiwang's expression through the observation window, and could tell that Xiwang's cognition and rationality had collapsed and reorganized. This was natural. It was more like it was rare for someone like him to hold on until now before collapsing. However, he was able to adjust his mentality and reorganize his cognition so quickly... He could only sigh that this kid's psychological quality was too horrible. And this kid...seems to be very talented. After neatly dealing with the girl, Xi Wang took a breath and began to look back at the melee among the [trainees], then began to seize the opportunity to steal people. He did not go up to fight directly, but threw corpses to hinder them. He threw the bodies of the young girl and the middle-aged man one after another. He chose the timing very well and successfully hindered the trainees who were forced to the edge, resulting in those unlucky guys being seized the opportunity and killed with one blow. When Al saw this, he wanted to laugh - you see, after a long fight, the "outsider" caught the opportunity and then overturned, right? Served it right! The next scene made Al laugh out loud - a few guys, while attacking those unlucky guys who were hindered by the corpses, were thinking about attacking other people as well, wanting to kill many people at a time... To put it bluntly, they were just greedy! Even though they had already discovered Xi Wang's abnormality and that a variable had appeared, they were still unwilling to take the initiative to resolve this variable... Ah, but that's true. After all, it was impossible for them to cooperate with each other and they had to guard against each other's sneak attacks. What's more, in their perception, how could a kid who came from nowhere be more difficult to deal with than a "companion" who has undergone the same training as themselves and is just as ruthless? So they still underestimated the enemy and put Xi Wang's threat level at the last level.
Such arrogance is disgusting. "Sometimes I wonder if there's something wrong with our medicine, or the dosage... Why are these people so stupid? How about we change the medicine? Or develop a new one?" Al held his forehead in pain. "Do you want to hear what you're saying?" The colleague next to him rolled his eyes. "But it's not impossible to understand their thinking, right? Who made them unable to cooperate?" "After all, only one person can come out~" "Why, do you think that boy will survive?" "It's possible. After all, sometimes... Genius is hard to understand." Al narrowed his eyes and paid attention to Xiwang's movements... He had noticed it when Xiwang avoided fatal attacks several times before, but he didn't care at that time. After all, although Xiwang could avoid the fatal parts of the attack, he would still be injured. As long as the injuries accumulated, he would die. But now... Xi Wang showed a kind of [talent] that made him sigh. Now Xiwang has entered the stage of fighting with the remaining trainees. Thanks to the desperate fight with those idiots before, they have consumed a lot of physical strength and have injuries on their bodies. Their overall combat effectiveness has decreased a lot. Although this cannot eliminate the gap between Xiwang and them, it has shortened it a little. The most important thing is... those guys found out that Xiwang was [stealing] the "skills" they used. Many of them were just small movements that could hinder their opponents, but Xiwang could learn them and then use them on them. The gap in skills is narrowing at a very fast pace. If Xi Wang's physical fitness was not yet as good as theirs, they would have felt like they were fighting against themselves, just like looking in the mirror. Just when they were gradually getting used to Xi Wang, the sudden appearance of the character, they were disturbed by Xi Wang's suddenly accelerated attack rhythm. Then Xi Wang seized the opportunity and solved the problem directly with his astonishing explosive power, exchanging injuries for lives. In the end, they couldn't figure out where this kid Xi Wang came from. Was he also a "trainee"? Was he just a sixth-in-command? What on earth was that explosive power that could wrestle with them and even almost overwhelm them? How could a child have such power? Was he born with supernatural powers? And the avoidance of fatal attacks was too outrageous. It was expected that he could be killed, but he managed to dodge it with that weird burst. What the hell!
But their thoughts no longer mattered, after all, they were already dead. And now... "Wuhu~It looks like we are lucky... No, we should say we made a fortune." Al stood up from his chair quite happily. "I found a very good seedling... no, I should say a genius!" "You know what? Old friend, I have a feeling this kid can become our best [Knife]." "Yes, yes, Al, whatever you say is right. I don't have much say in this matter anyway." The colleague beside him seemed helpless and responded perfunctorily. "But this is all thanks to those guys, right? Those beasts did a good thing in this matter." "Well... yes, thanks to them." Al narrowed his eyes, thinking. “I have to thank them very much…” Al glanced inside the room and seemed to have a great idea, the smile on his face widening a little. At this time, Xi Wang was the only one left in the room. He was wiping the blood off his face with the only remaining clean area on his clothes, while walking towards the still locked door. The numerous injuries on his body seemed non-existent to him. "咚咚-" Xi Wang walked to the door and knocked twice politely, as if to remind the people outside that [the conditions for opening the door have been met]. Soon the door opened, and a young man with an ordinary look, even ordinary appearance, stood outside the door with a group of "staff members". The young man had a smile on his face and seemed very happy. "I never thought you would survive... Although it's a bit unexpected, congratulations on passing the [assessment] and successfully joining us. From now on, you will be one of my employees~" "...I guess I don't have the power to refuse, right?" Xi Wang looked at him and spoke in a very calm tone. "Yes." "...Can I make some conditions?" "Of course, privileges have always been open only to [excellent] people, not to mention [geniuses], but..." The young man spoke in a brisk tone, and then gave a slight warning. "Only one." "I want to meet someone." Xi Wang thought for a moment and then spoke. "I want to see a priest named [Enrique]."
She should still be there - Xi Wang thought so. "……no problem." The young man did not hesitate too much and agreed quickly, as if Xi Wang’s request was not beyond his expectations. "But your injuries still need some treatment... Don't worry, as my employee, you will have basic medical insurance. As for the person you want to meet... I will help you arrange it." After looking at Xi Wang again, the young man smiled with satisfaction, then snapped his fingers lightly, signaling others to take Xi Wang to heal his wounds first, and said that he still had things to deal with. "........." Xi Wang stared at him for a while, and finally chose to follow his arrangements - he had no choice. After resting for two days, the young man took Xiwang out as promised, preparing to meet Father Enrique. As for the location, it is in the cemetery. Chapter 10: Sweetness and floral scent in the night [In the cemetery, you stare at Father Enrique’s tombstone in a trance] [Looking through the news, you found the news that Father Enrique passed away a few days ago. According to the news, Father Enrique died of a sudden heart attack. He didn't even have time to be rescued. He just passed away like this.] [As a person with some fame in the world, the death of Father Enrique was naturally mourned by many people. Many dignitaries publicly expressed their regret and sorrow for his passing. The news naturally used a lot of space to introduce the life of Father Enrique, praising his character while also regretting his departure.] [Even at the end of his life, Father Enrique was still working for a church that was struggling to operate - when you saw this sentence in the second half of the article, you had a bad feeling] [As expected, although the second half of the article is still telling about Father Enrique’s deeds, the church is always mentioned from time to time, as if Father Enrique has some deep connection with the church... This kind of behavior of trying to make a fortune at any time, whether it is fame or money, makes you feel disgusted] [And for someone like Father Enrique, if he didn't specify otherwise, his body should have been brought back by the church and buried in the church's cemetery, or transported back to his hometown to rest in peace in his homeland. But now it's lying in the cemetery in the same town as the church, telling others in both explicit and implicit ways that "Father Enrique has some connection with the church here." Do you think they would even bury Father Enrique directly in the cemetery behind the church if it was really possible?] [It was Father Enrique's first time here, but they described it as if this was his hometown] [It's really disgusting] [Also, Father Enrique did not die of illness, but was murdered - the young man who brought you here told you the real cause of the priest's death] [You asked him how he knew this, but he just smiled and said nothing] [You know what he wants to say, so you fall silent] [Seeing that you understood what he meant, the young man changed the subject and told the story of why Father Enrique was killed... It was nothing more than that he came into contact with something shady, and the priest happened to have the ability to expose it and the credibility that made the world believe it.] [In order for the dark industry to continue to operate, even Father Enrique, who has a little fame in the world, must die.] [Of course, in order to save face for the church, the whole body will be left behind, but that's all.] [The young man said a lot of things, including his admiration for people like Father Enrique, some veiled consolation to you, and the details of how you went from being a prisoner to being their "consumable"] [You don’t really care about these. As for the words of comfort, you are already immune to them and can clearly distinguish them.] [Now you just regret why you asked him for help in the first place, which led to his ending up like this. The reputation you have accumulated through your life of doing good deeds was forcibly taken away by others, and even became a tool for others to make money.] [You really want to cry, cry for the departure of Father Enrique, confess your mistakes to him, and apologize for causing him to end up like this.]
[But you can't do it. Your tears have already dried up in that place called a warehouse but actually a prison.] [You gently stroke the tombstone, as if this would allow you to touch the priest who wants to help you, as if this would allow you to convey your apology to him.] [You let go of a lot of things, including the idea that you could be saved and the intention to “ask for help”. Your heart returned to its previous calmness like dead water, and the ripples that had arisen again because of the girl’s arrival were gradually smoothed out.] [Oh, yes... and her... that girl——Alicia, she's still alive... She's all you have left to pray for.] [You no longer expect yourself to be saved, and you no longer expect her to save you. You only hope that she can be stable, and you only hope that she can be safe... You only pray that you can tightly protect the faint, trance-like little light and expectation in your heart that seems to be imagined by yourself] [The young man next to you seemed to have noticed your thoughts and casually told you that "only the priest died"] [You feel a little relieved in your heart - this is the best news for you] [Then, the young man who had fulfilled the promise took you back, and you officially began the rest of your life as a "sword"] [Time flies by, you cycle through training, resting, and going on missions. Almost in the blink of an eye, you have grown from a boy to a young man. And just as the young man who led you guessed, you have become the best "knife" in the organization.] [Killing people quickly and accurately, none of the missions he has sent out have failed, and he never asks who the target of the mission is, nor does he ask "why" in return, and he doesn't care about the details of the mission.] [As long as you provide the information of "where, when, and who to kill", you can complete this task. You have never failed, even if the target is the leader of a country.] [The organization has also expanded a lot due to your "superb record", established connections with many special forces, gained more clients with special identities, and gradually changed its original structural framework to become more standardized.] [It was during this process of continuous expansion that the organization gained its own name - Poison Pupa, and you are the sharpest "knife" among them, the "golden signboard" of Poison Pupa] [You are usually very quiet. Apart from wandering aimlessly during breaks, you have never had any entertainment, and you don’t have any special hobbies. You are like a killing machine.] [Well... you can't really say that? After all, you really like eating candies, especially star-shaped ones. You really like this kind of candies. This is the consensus of everyone else in the Poison Pupa, and it's also your only preference that everyone else knows about.] [Of course, you have worked so hard for Poison Pupa, so it is only natural that Poison Pupa will reward you. The most obvious thing is that Poison Pupa will give you some "privileges", such as longer vacations, more generous reimbursement limits, etc.] [In your opinion, the best reward that Poison Pupa gives you is that Poison Pupa is willing to provide you with information about "those guys", the guys behind the priest who tortured you in the past.] [Only after truly coming into contact with the complex interests behind it, can we discover how complicated the relationship is and how huge the entire interest group is] [So far, you have killed hundreds of people related to it, but you have only uncovered a small part of this interest group.] [You can’t kill them all, you can’t kill them all. Maybe there are still people joining this group. The person you killed might be replaced by a new person the next day. This "industrial chain" will never be suddenly broken because of the absence of someone.] [What you do is just a drop in the bucket... but even so, you will do it] [Because this is the only thing you "want to do" now] ---------- At night, the prosperous city is brightly lit and the streets are bustling with people. Even late at night cannot stop people's enthusiasm. Playful children are acting coquettishly, hoping that their parents will let them "play for a while longer". Intimate couples are rushing to the movies at night, laughing and discussing whether they should have a midnight snack after the movie. Employees working the night shift sigh, wondering whether they should switch with their colleagues next time they work the night shift. And in this bustling place, there is a super high building which can be said to be a "landmark". The lower floor is where people go to play and shop, the middle floor is a hotel. The expensive price makes ordinary people stay away, and the upper floor... no one knows about it. It was probably the office building of some company - most people guessed so. Maybe it's someone's private garden. After all, rich people like to do this - some people said jokingly. Unfortunately, what this small group of people said came true. This is indeed the "courtyard" of a rich person, or a group of rich people.
If you could enter one of the floors of the "courtyard", you would be shocked by the luxurious decorations, the piles of expensive wines on the shelves, the various delicacies, the young boys and girls walking around in seductive clothes, and the obscene sounds faintly heard in the various booths and corners. If you could enter some special rooms, you might see even more "exciting" scenes, or be knocked unconscious by some strong and pungent smells, such as blood or something else. They play here, party here, and indulge in their desires here. Don't worry that your ugly desires will be hated and ridiculed by others - because other people have similar ones. Don’t worry about how interesting your proposed “game” is—others will be interested, too. And don’t even worry about whether what’s going on here is a “crime” – although the answer to that question is obviously “yes”, but they’re not going to get caught, are they?
