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Chapter 120: An American God
Miles was drained of all his energy. He was tired, depressed, and gone. Dead, as it were. He waited for the proper death. The hole. He would be thrown into the hole. According to no one, the hole had long spikes that would pierce you, dissect your body. Master Long refused to tell, keeping the mystery even scarier. This was a great way to keep the boys in check. He understood the human mind. He knew that the scariest kind of death is not knowing how one would die. The anticipation, the fear, it would kill a man before the actual death. Miles let out a slight smile. He had done his best to escape. Really, he did not think he would end this way. He loved life, and he did not want to die. But it was better than living in a shit hole controlled by a monster. He would meet his father in the afterlife. He never got to be a singer, to meet Tian Lou, to sing in front of thousands. But of course, his story of bravery would be told across all of China. At least, if one of the boys gets brav
Chapter 119: The End?
“You!” his voice began, scary and deep as always. Miles shrank in fear. He was visibly terrified. Who wouldn’t be? Who wouldn’t be terrified, especially after causing havoc in Shēnchéng, Master Long’s city, his facility, his zone? “You are so brave, boy. In all my life of training boys your age, not a single soul, no, not even one, has ever attempted to piss me off. But you,” he said, pacing closer while Miles moved back, his breath rising and more shallow. “You, you not only pissed me off. You went as far as causing my entire operation area to be plunged into chaos. How dare you?” Master Long raised his hand and sent a deadly slap across Miles' face. Miles, despite thinking he had mysteriously gained some strength, was jolted back with full force, crashing into the locker behind him. He was not strong enough to hold his ground, but he was strong enough to create a dent in the metal. Master Long heaved a heavy sigh. “I thought you were a special kid. I thought you were the one
Chapter 118: Trouble In Paradise
Soon, Master Long’s office was empty. He and all his guards had stormed down the east corridor, chasing the echoes of terror erupting from Room 55. Screams of the boys ricocheted off the concrete walls. Security lights flickered like anxious eyelids, and the entire compound trembled beneath the weight of chaos. Whatever lived in that room—whatever ancient thing had awakened—was now hungry, and the boys had been its first offering. Snakes were crushed under boots. Rats trampled over one another. Even the bravest guards looked like they'd shit their pants as they heard another scream choke into silence. Headless bodies. A blood-streaked wall. Something was tearing them limb from limb. But not Miles. Not anymore. He had used the stampede to slip back into the lion’s den. Alone. Limping, bruised, and broken, he dragged his wounded body through the empty corridors, his blood leaving a trail behind him like a red thread of fate. Master Long’s office loomed ahead, its door slightly aj
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
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