Urban Soldier Young Master

Chapter 1084 - 1083: The Worst Guess

When Chu Ge and the man in white locked eyes, his pupils suddenly contracted, and his face was instantly filled with shock. His initially slightly furrowed brow was now tightly knitted, forming a deep "川" character at the center of his forehead.At this moment, Yuan He was evidently very satisfied with Chu Ge's expression. He seemed to see something delicious, tilted his head slightly, and licked his lips.

The two stared at each other for a few seconds. Yuan He, smiling, extended his right hand and touched his left chest. Then, he brought his middle, ring, and little fingers together, aiming his open index finger and thumb at Chu Ge, making a distant "shooting" gesture. He then raised his index finger to his lips, as if to blow away the smoke from the gun, and slowly blew a breath.

Without seeing Yuan He's feet exert any force, his upside-down body seemed to be lifted by something, without even straightening his waist. He slowly stood back on the metal platform in a motionless posture, then turned around, continuing to lock eyes with Chu Ge as he started walking.

It looked as though Yuan He was walking forward, but in fact, he was retreating, imitating Michael Jackson's iconic dance move. Until his figure disappeared from Chu Ge's view, he didn't say a word, maintaining a slight smile on his face. Nonetheless, deep within his eyes, there were emotions too complex to describe with words.

As Yuan He left, the two black-clad men beside him shrugged, lazily glanced at Chu Ge's grim face, and turned to follow Yuan He's steps.

At the same time, they revealed the two blood-red numbers on the back of their tight black suits: one was "2," the other was "3."

Though Chu Ge hadn't seen any numbers on the back of Yuan He's white sports vest when Yuan He rose in his eerie way, it seemed that Yuan He was likely the "Number One" amid those numbered "war machines" under Chu Chengrui, being prominently flanked by these two black-clad men.

On the surface, under ominous gazes and aimed gun barrels, Chu Ge's initially cowardly fierce face showed more shock, as if he had seen a ghost.

In reality, he finally understood—so that's what it was! As expected!

No wonder nobody found Yuan He's body after that day's fight; presumably, he was covertly taken away and saved from a dying state by Chu Chengrui's men.

Yet, according to what He Qing said at the time, a precise shot had hit Yuan He's heart. If his heart was pierced by a bullet, how could Chu Chengrui have possibly saved Yuan He?

Could it be... that Chu Chengrui's technology has advanced to such a terrifying level? Or perhaps Yuan He's heart is located on the right side, hence narrowly escaping the disaster?

Looks like Jin Haohun and others indeed obtained their Frenzy Potion from Chu Chengrui. The reason its effect is far less potent than that under Chu Chengrui's men could be either Chu Chengrui holding back or the potion hadn't matured to its current strength.

Another thing Chu Ge couldn't help but notice was his previous act of feigning exhaustion to extract information from Yuan He about the origin of the "Seven Evil Stars'" Frenzy Potion. Yuan He's answer was "unknown."

Did Yuan He really not know at the time?

Did the rescued Yuan He ever reveal his past to Chu Chengrui? If Chu Chengrui knew these things, is he genuinely fearless?

If that's truly the case... does it mean everything is spiraling toward the worst possible outcome? Has Chu Chengrui already linked up with certain major figures he least wants associated with this mad dog?

Damn!

Chu Ge quietly cursed in his heart. As these thoughts surfaced in his mind, it felt more unpleasant than when he realized his body was numb and powerless, being thrown into a cage.

However... everything was speculation based on what he'd seen and heard, it's still unclear if it's true. He just habitually considered situations from the worst conceivable angle, especially when major events occurred.

Due to this habit, someone once labeled him a pessimist, but he merely smiled at this.

With mouths and brains belonging to others, how they talk or think was beyond his control, but to him, he's quite the opposite of their claims; indeed, he's an optimist.

Because after considering the worst-case scenario, no matter how events unfold, the final outcome would be acceptable, perhaps even providing some small surprises, right?

If he were truly pessimistic, he wouldn't take such pleasure in staging outstanding performances at times when his life might be lost, likely sinking into despair as Chu Chengrui hoped.

At this moment, in Chu Ge's large hand was Chu Shiyao's small hand. That small hand was quite cold, presumably as cold as the cold sweat sliding down her forehead, yet Chu Ge didn't grip that small hand tightly.

He also didn't use mental communication to comfort her, to tell her that those black gun muzzles were just there to scare them, to inflict immense psychological intimidation, discouraging them from entertaining thoughts he deemed they shouldn't entertain, and nothing more.

To that old mad dog, he's now a door to endless treasures; how could he bear to use hundreds of assault rifles to blast him into a sieve?

On the contrary, that old mad dog would certainly wish to use the gentlest means, first wiping the dust off this door bit by bit and then using the mildest methods to find the key to open him, fearing being barred from the massive treasures.

Of course, when the true treasure is revealed before Chu Chengrui, it would also be the time when Chu Ge loses all value. He wouldn't naively think Chu Chengrui would adhere to those promises that make him want to laugh out loud.

However, since Chu Chengrui wants him to recognize the current situation using such means, he naturally doesn't mind cooperating in the way Chu Chengrui expects. After all, it remains to be seen who will have the last laugh, so what's the harm in letting that old mad dog laugh for a while?

Biting dogs don't bark, and Chu Ge is prepared to take a fierce bite at Chu Chengrui's neck when his guard is down; also, Chu Ge is not a dog, but a wolf.

Chu Ge and Chu Shiyao made a short round outside the cage, the red dots representing bullets that could be fired at any time closely following them.

While Chu Ge sneered coldly in his heart, outwardly he maintained a perfect facade of sternness with underlying timidity. As for Chu Shiyao, cold sweat had soaked her back, each step forward seeming to exert tremendous effort. All she could do now was hold Chu Ge's hand tight, tighter, and tighter still.

When the two returned to the cage, Chu Shiyao collapsed directly onto the bed, her chest heaving violently, first with unstoppable coughing and then gasping for air as if she wanted to force the air straight into her lungs.

When breakfast was tossed down through a pipe, Chu Shiyao's hand was still trembling, unable even to hold a spoon steadily.

Today, she finally understood what it felt like to be under the threat of gun muzzles, and instantly under the threat of a hundred guns. The feeling was like being a frail little bunny surrounded by hundreds of venomous snakes on a prairie with nowhere to hide.

Chu Ge's expression was somewhat dazed; of course, this was just an appearance. Now was also the time to encourage Chu Shiyao. Before they escape, he certainly doesn't want Chu Shiyao's spirit to crumble first.

Days like this continued, and from the outside, it seemed like Chu Ge's fighting spirit was constantly being worn down, his gaze becoming more vacant and confused, his steps mechanical, like a lifeless walking dead.

In fact, Chu Ge hadn't wasted even a moment's time, in unknown circumstances, making every effort he could.

For instance, communicating with those beasts, cultivating techniques obtained from Yuanzhou, observing the terrain of this so-called S District, performing multitask training on Chu Shiyao, resisting the damnable fragrance that permeates the room every night.

The results of Chu Ge's efforts were quite evident; he could clearly feel his energy, spirit, and vigor growing. The most tangible proof was that he could endure longer when resisting that fragrance.

However, Chu Ge didn't show such changes; he didn't want Chu Chengrui to notice anything unusual about him.

So, after furiously pounding against the steel walls each night, Chu Ge continued doing whatever he needed to do, and while he acted, his spirit hadn't succumbed yet, still fiercely battling against the evil flame.

It's the tenth night for Chu Ge in this cage.

Chu Ge lay quietly on the bed, as if after extreme excitement, sinking into deep sleep with immense fatigue, yet within his silver-bathed spiritual world, his eyes shone like stars, flickering with a fervent light.

Because today, at this very moment, he is about to launch an assault on the last character of the second layer of the Cultivation Technique!

Though he had no tools to know the time, the sunrise and sunset remained unseen here, the concept of time gradually becoming somewhat blurry, but he could still roughly sense that he had been here for about ten days.

Even though Chu Ge knew there was some difference between his cultivation of this technique and the Su Family people, achieving from the third character in the second layer to assaulting the last character in ten days was something he hadn't anticipated.

Just from this point, perhaps he indeed should "thank" Chu Chengrui properly!