ushernet Chapter 142 Everything was shattered by what I had left Part2
Chapter 142 Everything was shattered by what I had left Part2
I staggered along, my consciousness blurring more with each step.
The streets were deserted, save for the occasional rush of cars.
It was cold, deep into the night, but my heart felt even colder.
At some point, I couldn't hold on any longer.
I collapsed onto the icy ground, overwhelmed by exhaustion and the weight of recent days, all amplified by the alcohol in my veins.
I lay there, too weak to stand, the cold pavement beneath me.
I kept my eyes wide open, refusing to let sleep take me.
I stared up at the starry sky.
I wasn't sure if I would wake up again if I closed my eyes.
How many had drunk themselves to death on streets like these?
Was I going to be one of them?
I fought to keep my eyes open, desperate for one last look at the world, laughing and crying as memories flooded through me.
Suddenly, the sound of raucous laughter approached.
As the group came closer, I saw they were punks with brightly dyed hair.
They showed no pity for my plight, instead exchanging looks of excitement and opportunity.
They squatted down and rifled through my clothes and pockets, flipping me over carelessly, searching for anything of value.
They took my wallet, my watch, everything.
When they finally left, all I had left were my clothes and the memorial tablet of my parents.
Seeing the memorial tablet of my parents, they spat on it, as if to ward off bad luck.
After they were gone, I mustered all my strength to crawl to the discarded memorial tablet of my parents and clutched it to my chest.
During the assault, I hadn't resisted; I felt like a soulless shell.
"Heh..." I chuckled, holding the memorial tablet of my parents.
By then, my heart was dead, void of sorrow or any emotion.
Just then, a sleek black car pulled up beside me.
I couldn't make out the make in my dazed state, but it was clearly a luxury vehicle.
The door opened, and a woman in white stepped out.
I no longer had the strength to turn my head, only able to roll my eyes toward the source of the noise.
I saw a group of men in black pressing a gang of punks towards us.
"All have been caught, not one missed..."
A man in black stood cautiously beside the woman, bending over and whispering his report.
This woman, watching my pitiful state, her face expressionless, exuded a terrifying aura, her dress moving without wind, her voice low and clear with barely concealed intent to kill:
"No one can harm him in my presence, no— one!"
The punks who touched Justin will have that limb broken.
"Search everything they stole, break the limbs they used on Justin.
If they don't confess, cripple their limbs..."
The woman's eyes stayed on me, her face never turning, not even glancing at the punks, just uttering that sentence.
Amid the punks' pleas, they were led away by the men in black, their voices fading until they were inaudible, but soon after, several horrific screams echoed, lasting a long time.
I had held on for so long, but finally, I couldn't anymore.
Though I forced myself to stay awake, my consciousness slowly blurred, unsure if I was about to sleep, faint, or perhaps even die.
The screams of the punks faded with my consciousness, followed by a sense of relief, as if I was drifting with the wind, free...
When I woke up again, I saw a luxurious crystal chandelier.
I surveyed the room; it was a large, luxurious room, covered with a white down comforter that carried an indescribable fragrance, familiar yet elusive, very pleasant.
This strange environment made me unsure if I was dreaming or awake.
I propped myself up, still weak, leaning against the pillow, rubbing my temples.
As I moved my hand, I noticed a band-aid on the back of it.
I peeled off the band-aid, revealing a faint needle mark.
This needle mark was all too familiar.
My consciousness slowly cleared; this was not a dream, but reality.
Looking at this needle mark, I knew I had been injected in my sleep.
Where am I?
Who saved me?
Why does the woman I saw in my haze seem so familiar?