Reborn to Redeem: Their Abusive Love-Chapter 53: Get out of the Underground City

Buses, grandfather clocks, taverns, phone booths, high towers, massive gates, sky gardens, retro Portuguese architecture, fashionable contemporary buildings—a rich British atmosphere offered everything one could imagine, magical enough to leave one speechless.

Luxury cars were parked casually by the roadside.

Even in the sweltering summer heat, people dressed in furs could be seen entering one extravagant building after another.

Safe places were indeed very safe. However, if one stumbled upon an impassable street, the scene within was utterly terrifying.

From the bloodstains on the ground, it wasn’t hard to deduce how many vile and shadowy incidents had occurred there.

Xu Si had a clear objective from the start and did not wander aimlessly.

She found the Gambling City the staff had directed her to. It indeed looked far more splendid and vast than the other buildings; even she couldn’t help but marvel at the sight. As she stepped inside, an attendant took her Identity Card, registered her surname, and after confirming the details, led her into the Gambling City’s interior.

The Gambling City spanned about fifty floors, interconnected by six elevators. Access to different floors seemed to be determined by one’s status.

So her blue Identity Card was actually the lowest-ranked in the Underground City, she realized belatedly, which was why she’d been assigned to the fourth floor.

She was not permitted to go any higher.

There were many areas she couldn’t enter.

But that wasn’t the most pressing issue; she hadn’t intended to come to the Underground City for enjoyment anyway. She simply followed the attendant’s steps, unhurriedly inquiring about the Triad Society.

"Hello, I was wondering if I could meet someone from the Triad Society here?"

The attendant paused briefly, a smile fixed on his face.

"Certainly, Madam. Most of the staff here are members of the Triad Society."

"Then, are there people from the Sanlian Chamber of Commerce here?"

"Sanlian Chamber of Commerce?" The attendant paused for a moment, comprehension dawning. "Madam, you must be from Hong Kong Island. Of course, members of the Sanlian Chamber of Commerce are here as well. Do you know someone specific? I can help you check if they are in tonight."

Xu Si thought for a moment. She did indeed know someone. "Chen Mo," she blurted out.

"Very well." The attendant led her into the hall and made an inviting gesture. "Please go in first, Madam. I’ll go and inquire for you."

Xu Si wasn’t anxious. So far, things were progressing smoothly.

The fourth-floor hall buzzed with clinking glasses and conversation. In the high-ceilinged space, every part of it resplendent, guests mingled, chips in hand, each internally assessing the others’ independent capital.

Xu Si also exchanged two million HKD for chips, a token of sincerity for her purpose in finding someone.

However, after just one circuit of the room, she sensed something was amiss.

As nine o’clock in the evening approached, a crowd of gamblers, their eyes bloodshot with excitement, suddenly began heading towards the first basement level.

They were muttering incessantly, "Let’s go take a look! The biggest project is starting! If I win this, I can stay a few more days!"

She didn’t know what this "biggest project" was, but that didn’t prevent her from following to see.

Waiting here was too dull. Although there were many games to join, she wasn’t a natural gambler and couldn’t truly immerse herself in this atmosphere.

Upon entering the first basement level, a sense of oppression suddenly welled up in Xu Si’s heart.

The entire space resembled a gigantic concert hall. Luxurious leather seats were arranged in tiers, and in the center, an enormous cage had been placed. Inside it, numerous fierce-looking individuals stood in various corners, glaring with hostile eyes at every arriving guest.

She instinctively understood what this place was.

These people were engaged in underground boxing.

And they, the guests, were expected to place their bets—it was a massive gambling spectacle.

A staff member approached with a tray of drinks, asking whom she wished to bet on.

She didn’t want to waste time in this place. Xu Si shook her head. Just as she was about to rise, she felt a faint, almost imperceptible gaze upon her, mingled with an intense, scorching, and unignorable emotion.

She instinctively looked up but found no one where the gaze had originated.

The lighting shifted in an instant, brilliant illumination swallowed by an endless darkness.

A whistle pierced the brief calm.

The elegantly dressed gamblers around her erupted in deafening cheers, while the individuals inside the cage quickly grappled with each other.

"Big guy, crush him! I’ve bet five million on you!"

"Hey, that fellow! How did you fall? All my US Dollars are riding on tonight!"

Xu Si frowned. Fully aware she couldn’t blend into this atmosphere, she picked up her handbag, preparing to leave.

Suddenly, in the pitch-black darkness where she couldn’t see her hand before her face, she seemed to step on something. Her foot slipped, she stumbled backward, and nearly fell.

Then, an arm caught her.

The delicate hem of her dress brushed against the person’s black trousers.

The cold touch of ringed fingers—it wasn’t like that of a living person with normal physiological warmth.

Xu Si whipped her head around.

She saw a figure not unfamiliar to her. In the same dim environment, the low brim of a hat and a black mask obscured his face. He wore a high-quality, well-fitting black civilian outfit, and a single strand of silver-white hair drifted in the air—identical to the person Xu Si had seen from a distance at the reception.

The sheer coincidence struck her, rooting her to the spot.

"You..." she breathed. freewebnøvel.coɱ

She was absolutely certain; this was the man she had seen that day.

The man exuded an air of high authority. As he drew near, the sense of oppression was palpable. He looked down at her slightly, his aura as deep and enigmatic as a boundless, dead sea on a long night—chillingly profound.

"In such a dark place, you need to be careful. One misstep, and you might not make it out," he said.

His voice, low and almost threatening, was elusive and ethereal, so melodious it hardly seemed real.

Xu Si was too shocked to speak, her gaze fixed on the gun at the man’s waist. The model was the same as the one she had hidden on her person, yet different from others.

This could explain a lot.

So, he was the one who had given her the gun.

After a long moment, she finally asked, "Who are you? Are you from the Underground City?"

Upon hearing her question, the man seemed to chuckle for some unknown reason. The sound, barely audible as it escaped his throat, was dangerous yet captivating, and didn’t feel quite real.

Then, she felt him draw even closer. His profile was almost brushing her ear, his breath inches away, as he asked slowly in a sensual, lazy tone,

"Don’t you like the performance here? Why are you leaving?"

The sudden intimacy rattled Xu Si. She could clearly sense his words carried a meaning she didn’t understand, something more than just a simple question about the performance.

Strange. So strange.

Standing in the dimly lit corridor, she gazed at the mysterious man before her, her delicate brows furrowing almost imperceptibly. She took a step back and asked again,

"Do we know each other?"

She still hadn’t managed to ask why he’d given her a gun, when someone from behind suddenly interrupted, chiding, "Hey, stupid woman, don’t block the way!"

Impatience laced the tone.

Before Xu Si could react, the man had already released her hand. He didn’t answer her question, merely leaving a whisper by her ear,

"We’ll meet again."

"Beware of the wicked people here."

After saying this, judging by the angle, the man glanced at the portly gambler behind her. He raised his chin slightly, like a brutal and tyrannical Dictator passing judgment, then unceremoniously turned and strode into the deeper darkness.

A bald giant seemed to materialize from nowhere. He grabbed the gambler by the collar, kicked him to the ground, and sent him tumbling headfirst down a dozen steps, as if his bones would shatter.

A gun was pressed to the gambler’s head.

The giant’s familiar, gruff voice resounded.

"You, get out of the Underground City."

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