Urban Soldier Young Master

Chapter 1076 - 1075: Chu Shiyao's Request

Even if Chu Shiyao says so, it's hardly possible for Chu Ge to laugh properly!His smile was still so forced, exactly the kind of "a smile uglier than crying."

Chu Shiyao became increasingly dissatisfied, her eyes wide open, "Chu Ge, can't you just laugh properly? I'm not talking about who takes advantage of whom, and I admit I lack skills, but does it make you so uncomfortable?"

Initially, Chu Ge was as conflicted as one can be, barely managing an expression that could be called a "smile," but upon hearing Chu Shiyao's words, he truly laughed, a heartfelt laugh.

However, it was a wry smile.

"Yaoyao, you know I don't mean that, you..."

"Alright, finally your smile seems a bit genuine. You see, it wasn't that you couldn't smile just now, you simply didn't want to, right?"

Before Chu Ge could finish, Chu Shiyao interrupted him.

"No, Yaoyao, about that..."

"What do you mean? Can't you speak properly anymore? Are you still the Chu Ge I know? Why are you speaking so hesitantly now?"

Chu Shiyao interrupted Chu Ge's voice again, her doll-like face and big eyes full of disdain.

Chu Ge remained silent; he didn't really know what to say in the first place. With Chu Shiyao repeatedly interrupting, he was even more at a loss for words.

"Chu Ge, when I used to watch TV, there was a phrase I often heard, 'a smile can dissolve all grudges.' Now with this smile, let's pretend nothing ever happened between us."

Chu Shiyao patted Chu Ge's hand, then hesitated and shook her head.

"No, no, my previous words don't count. What I mean is, let's pretend nothing happened between us just now. From now on, let's just be as we were, always... Forget it, I don't even know how to put it. Anyway, you're smart enough to understand, right?"

Since Chu Shiyao said this, Chu Ge seemed to have no better option but to nod.

However... some things, once happened, have happened. Whether for him or Chu Shiyao, can they really deceive themselves, pretending nothing ever happened?

The answer is certainly no, which is why the wry smile on Chu Ge's face deepened.

Seemingly seeing through his thoughts, Chu Shiyao continued, "Chu Ge, if you really can't get over this hurdle in your heart, how about agreeing to do one more thing for me, can you?"

"I..."

Seeing Chu Ge's hesitant expression, Chu Shiyao immediately said, "This isn't an exchange; it's a request or a wish from your neighbor, friend. Will you agree?"

Chu Ge's eyes gleamed, without another word, he nodded decisively, "Alright, I agree."

Chu Shiyao looked at Chu Ge suspiciously, "Really? You're not even asking what I want yet you agree? You won't regret it later, will you?"

"No matter what you say, I will agree. If I can do it, I will; if I can't, I'll do whatever it takes to achieve it."

With determination, Chu Ge couldn't help but remember He Qing, sighing inwardly with complicated feelings. He still owed He Qing a promise, and now stuck here, he didn't know when he could fulfill his vow to He Qing.

"Alright, no need to thank me," Chu Shiyao smiled brightly, leaning into Chu Ge's ear, "My request is to let me personally kill Chu Chengrui."

Chu Ge was shocked, doubting his ears.

In his view, Chu Shiyao's smile was so familiar, still happy and bright, a bit mischievous, carefree as usual.

However... the words she spoke were about a person's life.

Although Chu Chengrui indeed deserved to die, hearing it from Chu Shiyao, Chu Ge still found it hard to accept.

Staring blankly at Chu Shiyao for a few seconds, Chu Ge regained his senses, "What?"

"You heard it clearly; there's no need for me to repeat it, right?"

Chu Ge was silent; he did hear it clearly, but found it hard to digest, hence doubting his hearing.

Chu Shiyao giggled, pulling at Chu Ge.

"Alright, you just went through quite a bit, lie down and rest. Just in case that old lunatic torments us again, didn't you just say that the most important thing for us is to maintain the best state possible? You won't forget what you just said so quickly, will you?"

Chu Ge lay back down, looking at Chu Shiyao's delicate, smiling doll-like face, and couldn't help but sigh silently.

Even though she smiled, even though she still seemed so carefree, but... she wasn't joking; she was absolutely serious, at least at this moment.

The two met each other's gaze for a few seconds, Chu Shiyao lazily yawned and turned away from Chu Ge.

"Alright, I'm tired, I'm going to sleep."

Chu Ge softly said two words, "Good night."

A minute passed, and Chu Shiyao's voice came from beside Chu Ge again, "If you regret it, just let me know, just pretend I didn't say anything earlier, I won't blame you."

Chu Ge chuckled lightly and patted Chu Shiyao's shoulder, "No regrets."

Chu Shiyao also chuckled softly, but said no more, and the forty-square-meter cage returned to silence. Even the sounds of the beasts from before disappeared entirely; truly, only their breathing could be heard.

The light in the cage was bright, Chu Ge glanced at Chu Shiyao again but felt she was lying in a void of darkness. Clearly, despite her radiant smile like always, her heart was already full of overwhelming hatred.

Is this a good thing? Perhaps not.

Is this a bad thing? Not necessarily.

Oh well... what's meant to happen will happen when the time comes.

Now, he had more important things to think about and put into action.

Chu Ge closed his eyes, his world also turned into darkness. But even in such darkness, it felt more illuminated than the lights in the cage.

Because the next thing he needed to do was to search for hope.

Thinking carefully about every detail when he disseminated his Spiritual Power before, Chu Ge felt that this time he should adopt a new approach to perceive, to capture the mental fluctuations of those beasts. Although he had never tried this method before, in his view, since the previous method worked, then what he was about to do next would certainly work too.

Calm mind, tranquil heart, controlled breathing, focused consciousness.

Soon, Chu Ge entered the realm where he forgot both self and surroundings—touch, hearing, smell, and sight—all diminished, faded, and then faded again, the whole world becoming so ethereal.

Instead of radiating his consciousness in all directions, he concentrated it entirely on the seven o'clock direction, where he had previously sensed a vague mental vibration.

If Chu Ge's previous approach involved spreading his consciousness outward like tendrils desperately reaching and thinning, constantly at risk of breaking off, then now concentrating in one direction felt like drawing a bow and nocking an arrow.

The bowstring was pulled taut, aiming precisely, and as the string relaxed, a powerful arrow formed from Chu Ge's Spiritual Power shot out sharply!

Similarly formed by Chu Ge's Spiritual Power, this arrow was many times tougher and thicker than the tendrils probing in all directions previously, and its speed was akin to an arrow released from a bowstring.

Controlled by Chu Ge, the Spiritual Arrow almost instantly crossed a distance of more than ten meters, ready to hit its target in the next moment.

The target was a Siberian tiger crouching on the ground, not one of those domestic zoo cats with depleted ferocity, but a real King of the Jungle.

Before being brought to this ghostly place, it relied on strength and speed daily to run, to fight; the mottled tiger stripes revealed marks of battling with nature, hunters, and rivals—like medals of honor, silently speaking of the fierce struggles.

However... since arriving at this hellish place, the tiger's days have been truly miserable, possessing explosive strength but having nowhere to use it, unable to resist whatever humans did to it, like fish on a chopping board.

The people here dealt with it most often with firearms; whenever it was shot, it quickly lost all ability to move, unable to open its bloodthirsty mouth, deploy its immense claws, wield its tail like a steel whip, or even twitch its neck or bare its fangs—a mere fantasy.

Those bullets didn't harm it or make it lose consciousness, their only function was to disable it. So whenever it underwent all sorts of data collection and experiments, it experienced excruciating pain, only to roar in endless fury when it regained strength.

Relative to its daily plight, today it was utterly miserable.

Not only once again playing the role of a lamb to the slaughter but also sensing an aura that provoked primal fear. Although the aura lasted only an instant, it sent chills down its spine, every hair standing on end.

It wouldn't end there; shortly after, it heard a series of roars that filled it with dread, waking it from its befuddled sleep, during which the terrifying sound waves shook its internal organs.

The unfortunate King of the Jungle didn't know that its disastrous day wasn't over yet. At this moment, an invisible yet genuinely existent Spiritual Arrow was piercing sharply towards it.