Black Alley, Drug Dispensing Room.
Manba’s face was tired, his eyes slightly unfocused, but he kept staring at the sleeping girl in front of him.
Lisa’s breathing was gradually steadying, and her complexion was slowly regaining some color, as if she had already escaped danger.
The Quack Charlie, having changed into clean clothes, walked out of the inner room, his eyes also showing some fatigue.
He brought a cup of murky liquid medicine and handed it to the young man:
“Drink it.”
“What is this?” Manba looked up, a bit lost.
“Cold medicine, I added a little something,” the Quack said expressionlessly.
Manba nodded, took the medicine, and smelled it, immediately scrunching his face into a grimace: “It smells so strange, like sewer water….”
The Quack’s expression stiffened, and he cursed angrily:
“When does medicine not smell strange?! If you don’t drink it, then don’t!”
Manba gave an awkward smile, no longer hesitated, and gulped down the medicine in one go.
Although his stomach churned, he endured it and thanked the Quack with a smile:
“Charlie, you truly are a good person.”
“Good person?”
The Quack paused, then scoffed disdainfully, pointing his chin at Lisa on the bed,
“Kid, good people don’t live long. Your sister and this bitch are examples.”
“She’s not a bitch!”
Manba’s voice suddenly rose, but the next second he slowly lowered his head and retorted in a low voice,
“Lisa… she’s cleaner than anyone.”
“Hmph.”
The Quack folded his arms, unconcerned.
At this moment, there was a knock on the outer door, and three men from the Black Snake gang came looking for him.
“Manba!”
One of them spoke,
“The Boss wants you to go over! Are you… still going to avoid it?”
Manba’s body suddenly tensed, and he instinctively wanted to shrink his neck, but his peripheral vision caught sight of the sleeping Lisa.
He took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and stood up:
“Charlie, please, help me look after my sister. I’ll be back soon, I… I’ll definitely be able to pay you back later!”
After speaking, he lowered his head and kissed Lisa’s hand, leaving both coins behind.
The Quack remained silent throughout, watching his retreating figure, his face obscured by the light, making his expression unreadable.
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Black Alley, Iron Snake Den.
Susan slowly opened her eyes. After a period of recuperation, her condition had recovered significantly.
She had clearly heard everything about Director Lamb’s visit while she was resting in a light slumber. But there was one thing she couldn’t understand: why did Black Snake mention her father?
Wasn’t her father just an ordinary Security Officer?
When he was in the army before, wasn’t he just an ordinary corporal?
Was her father’s death not a simple accident??
Susan couldn't help but frown.
She felt that her portly Uncle Lamb seemed to be hiding a lot of things.
No, she had to get out!
Get out and find out the truth!
She was no longer the little girl she used to be; she was an ace student of the Pioneer Military Academy!
After stabilizing her mindset, Susan began to try and search for items on her person, looking for tools that could pry open the chains.
However, her gun and dagger, along with her trench coat and empty wallet, had all been confiscated.
The only metal object left on her entire body was the leather buckle of her waist belt.
Wait… it seemed there was something else!
Those people actually missed this!
Susan twisted her waist, trying to get the coin from her pocket.
As a result, she accidentally dropped the coin, and it slipped from her pocket and fell to the ground.
Clink… The coin rolled a circle along the ground and stopped right beside her hand.
The side facing up was heads.
“Clang—!”
The door of the iron cell opened, and the bald Black Snake Second-in-Command who had confronted her earlier appeared with two subordinates.
Susan frowned and silently hid the coin in her palm.
The Black Snake Second-in-Command grinned maliciously, brazenly scrutinizing Susan’s body, his long tongue flicking over his darkened lips like a snake’s.
“These leg muscles are much more exciting than those women on the Mole’s side.”
The subordinate on his left hesitated for a moment and advised:
“Se… Second Boss, the Boss said that the Security Bureau and the Stationed Army are not the same group of people. We cannot do that to her…”
“Heh!”
The subordinate on the right, however, sneered and retorted disdainfully,
“Aren’t they all still Upper City bigwigs? Extravagant and weak, easily defeated!”
With that, he looked at the bald man with a fawning smile:
“It’s only right for our Second Boss to teach her a lesson and punish her!”
The Black Snake Second-in-Command was very pleased. He walked directly up to Susan, pinched her chin, and made her lift her face.
Susan met his gaze indifferently, without a hint of fear in her eyes, the sharpness in her pupils like a poised leopard.
“Heh, interesting.”
The Black Snake Second-in-Command sneered,
“Woman, don’t you have anything to say?”
“Yes,” Susan said, “Give me a certain degree of freedom of movement.”
The Black Snake Second-in-Command was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing:
“Hahahaha! You really dare to ask! What do you think you’re basing that on?! Are you thinking of pleasing me like a dog?”
Susan frowned and replied indifferently:
“Don’t you Black Snakes advocate strength? You fight me. If I win, I’ll still stay in Black Alley and remain your hostage, but you have to give me a certain degree of freedom.”
“And if you lose!?”
The Black Snake Second-in-Command widened his eyes, his snake-like face close to hers, staring intently.
Susan ignored the pressure, her eyes cold:
“Whatever you want. Even if you do something out of line, I won’t let the Security Bureau pursue it later.”
The Black Snake Second-in-Command slowly stood up and laughed heartily, his mouth stretching exaggeratedly to his ears:
“A little interesting… You! Bring her out.”
“Let’s go to a wider place and have some fun!”
Susan was led out of the cage by two men, chained.
As she passed along a path, she brushed past Manba. The two couldn’t help but exchange glances, both of them slightly startled.
Manba looked at her, wanting to speak, but finally shook his head and quickened his pace in the opposite direction.
“What are you looking at? Let’s go!”
Susan’s chain was tugged, and she frowned, continuing forward.
But for some reason, she felt as if, in the depths of her being, she had locked onto the other person.
Just like… a hunter locking onto prey.