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Chapter 117: The Candle That Never Went Off
…that damn candle. There it was, in the center of the room. Just like the stories. Waxless. Smokeless. Burning like it had a purpose, like it wanted to be there. The flame danced without flickering, as if it had never known wind. Tales about the candle traeveled among the boys. Those who lived long enough to survive shared the stories of the hell, the candle. It had been mysteriously burning for over 40 years, according to stories which Miles never truly believed. According to those sources, even science could not decipher what was keeping the candle burning for years. It could not be the wax, well simply because the wax was a normal soy wax. It could also not be the wick. They said the man who made the candle mysteriously disappeared and was never found. Well, here was Miles, staring right at some mysterious shit. He was not so impressed because hell awaited him. Miles crawled backward till his spine hit the wall. Rats scattered. Something slimy slithered past his leg. He didn
Chapter 116: "Welcome Back, Sǐ ròu."
Returning to the bunker, Miles felt like he was crawling back into a hole after seeing a whole new world, one that he only saw once in a blue moon. His day couldn’t go any weirder. He ate the best meal, drove in Master Long’s car, got defended by some random man who did not seem to fear his master. And then, that man handed him a golden card with a number on it. Miles knew what gold was. He had seen gold so many times, bars of gold being cargoed into storehouses. One time, when a guard stole just a bar of gold, Master Long chopped his head off and played ball with it. This could only mean that that man wasn’t ordinary. Not by a long shot. Soon, they got into his office. Everyone could see the anger pronounced on Master Long’s face. He was clearly humiliated by an American stranger today. Miles kept the card pressed flat against his thigh inside his pocket, like it was a piece of heaven he wasn’t allowed to touch for too long. Just knowing it was there made him feel… less alone
Chapter 115: The American Who Knew Too Much
Gary walked gently toward the scene. He had promised himself—no interference. No risks. He was just here to eat, recover, and move on to the biggest feat of his life. Nothing more. But then he saw it. A sudden slap. A boy flying across the room like a leaf in the wind. Another slap coming—violence that made the walls of the restaurant tremble, even the soy sauce on the tables seemed to shake. He paused. Oh. That was him. The man from the files. The ghost in global intelligence reports. The devil in black. The man known to control the underworld arms of Hong Kong and parts of Southeast Asia. They called him Master Long. Gary narrowed his eyes. He had only seen pictures, heard whispers in the deepest circles of information brokers. But now, here he was, flesh and blood and as cruel as the stories said. Gary could feel the weight in the room—the kind of weight that came with fear. No one dared to breathe loudly. And yet… here was this boy, maybe seventeen, bloody and still standi
Chapter 114: Strange
Food. Real food in front of Miles. He looked like a pile of mess sitting among the elites. His clothes were literal rags, his fingers burnt from years of working in factories and underground furnaces, and his skin—sunken and grey, scarred and stained. But in that moment, he didn’t care. He could smell rice—actual rice, not the powdered fake they fed them. Pork, duck, and vegetables cooked in oil, not steam and smoke. The aroma hit him like a memory from another life. He had forgotten what food could smell like. Taste like. Look like. Well, he was but a cleaner in the kitchen and would only clean before meals would be prepared. And yet, he was frozen. Eyes wide, mouth slightly parted. Still in shock. From what had happened in the cafeteria. From Bao’s half-dead body. From the guards’ guns raised at him. From the fact that he was still alive. That, instead of punishment, he was brought out. Cleaned up. And now—this? Now, the city screamed with life. Hong Kong. Bright lights, billb
Chapter 113: Strange Treatment
Miles’ heartbeat reduced drastically as soon as the car drove past the gate. For the first time in his life, he was seated in Master Long’s car. Master fucking Long!!! How?! As they drove out, all the other boys looked at Miles from afar with so much contempt and hatred, like they would rip his gut out in a jiffy, especially the Black Snake cult. Of course, they could and they would. Miles killed… killed Chen Bao, their leader. And instead of punishing him, Master Long only slapped him and took him into his office, a place no one could enter. And now, there the húndàn was, sitting comfortably in Master Long’s car. The boys literally reeked of anger, disgust, and revenge. As long as they were alive, they would kill Miles in vengeance for their leader. Mike was able to read their minds from a distance, and he was scared. But for now, he took his mind off the potential threats and focused on the interior of the car. He had not been in a car since he was 8 years old, 10 years ago. Wh
Chapter 112: "Bring The Boy To My Office!"
“Enough!” A voice suddenly spread across the room. Instantly, the boys all ran to their benches as Master Long walked in along with his guards. Miles’ eyes were shut. One thing was quite impressive and quite abnormal, though. Over 10 boys had joined in to fight and beat the shit out of him. Still, he wasn’t as damaged as he ought to have been. It felt like he was not receiving the blows; he was absorbing them. That’s what it felt like. Like the pain didn’t pass through him—it sank in. Miles wasn’t untouched, not by any means. His body was wrecked. One eye sealed shut, jaw swollen, ribs screaming. But he was still breathing. Still here. And somehow... still whole. Master Long stood in the middle of the chaos, eyes sweeping the room like a butcher sizing up meat. The silence was brutal. You could hear the blood dripping from the tray. He walked over slowly. Past the bodies. Past the fear. Past the whispers that had already died in everyone’s throat. He stopped by Bao. The boy
Chapter 111: Life In The Bunker
The dining hall was unsurprisingly large. It was a huge warehouse with worn-out wooden cafeteria benches arranged in rows and columns. The boys scurried to the counter, grabbed their plates, and rushed to the serving point where women, all lightly clad in grease-stained aprons, served them the usual. A cold, rubbery steamed bun slapped onto each plate with a dull thud. The over-salted cabbage strips floated lifeless in a ladle of cloudy water—called soup, but it smelled more like boiled rags. A scoop of gray rice followed, clumped and dry, with the occasional black dot that could’ve been burnt grain—or a weevil. No one cared to ask anymore. Some got a sliver of the pink “meatball,” but everyone knew it was mostly flour and old soy. They shuffled to their seats, boots scraping the dusty concrete, and sat in silence. No talking. Not during meals. The benches creaked under the weight of exhaustion, not hunger. Because most of them weren’t hungry—they were just empty, tired, depress
Chapter 110: In His Blood
It had been three days since Gary stepped foot into Hong Kong. He had spent his time carefully planning his escape, establishing connections with ministers, prime ministers, and other big cooperatives. If his theory were correct, his fucking grandfather would not possibly kill his own wife. Lola was a number one priority to Gary, but Gary was a priority to them. He was the one they wanted. He was the one they wanted to kill, to sacrifice to the stupid god. Xue Wang. Gary picked up his cup of coffee and tried to sip from it when he realized it had been exhausted. He had been on caffeine for three straight days, and his eyes had not seen rest. His eyelids begged to be closed. But Gary knew better than to sleep when there was a monster out there, holding his grandmother captive. He was far from home. Far, far from home. A flight that took an average of 18 hours. He had left his empire, his life, Evelyn, Serena….. “Stop this, Gary. Stop this self pity shit.” he roared and flung him
Chapter 109: Mushroom In A Swamp
The boys scattered immediately, like rats fleeing from the light. Miles barely had time to react before Boss Tang, his expression twisted in disdain, towered over him. “What’s wrong with you, huh?” Boss Tang spat. He was a bulky man, his presence filling the room with oppressive energy. “A loser like you, getting bullied like a child. Can’t you stand up for yourself?” Miles’s heart hammered in his chest, but he didn’t move. He knew better than to speak. His throat tightened as Boss Tang slapped him across the back of the head, the force enough to send his neck snapping forward. The sting burned more than the boys' mockery. This was different. This was his boss at work, the man who controlled his life. “You want to keep getting treated like this, huh?” Boss Tang sneered, leaning close, his face inches from Miles’s. “You can’t even fight back. You’re just a weak cockroach. Worthless. Pathetic.” He spat on the floor in front of him, his words laced with venom. Miles didn’t look up.
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