Yama Reborn-Chapter 388 - 385 [The Return of Electric General]

Chapter 388: Chapter 385 [The Return of Electric General]

Chapter 385: The Return of the Electric General

The car re-entered the city center of Antwerp. It drove slowly down the deserted streets in the predawn hours until it reached the street where the safe house they had previously used was located.

First, they stopped at the intersection for a moment. Yu Naitang vigilantly scanned the streets, ensuring no pursuers or lookouts had been left behind.

Old Jiang glanced at the young girl and couldn’t help but sigh. She’s so young, yet her vigilance is so strong.

Yu Naitang looked at Old Jiang and whispered, "If we had been even slightly careless, we would have been caught months ago."

The elder and the younger sat in silence in the car for a while before they suddenly spoke at the same time.

"Is he really your apprentice?"

"Did he really marry your master?"

"..."

"..."

After they both spoke, they silently looked at each other, and then, almost simultaneously, began to speak again.

"My master must have been blind to fancy him."

"I must have been blind to take him as my apprentice..."

Ugh...

After they each voiced these heartfelt sentiments, they suddenly felt much closer to one another.

"Uncle, what’s your name?"

"...Jiang."

"Oh... Mr. Jiang, are your abilities combat skills?"

"No, Huaxia Ancient Martial Arts."

Yu Naitang thought for a moment. "Is it... like Bruce Lee?"

"Movies are all fake."

Old Jiang sighed and scanned the street once more before saying, "Let’s get out of the car. The street should be clean."

"Okay."

Yu Naitang pushed the wheelchair, and Old Jiang, limping, followed behind. After getting out of the car, they walked about a hundred meters down the street before re-entering the building.

Yu Naitang went to the door of an apartment on the third floor and knocked softly.

After some stirring from within, a man’s rough, agitated voice soon called out, "Who’s out there?!"

The voice was fierce, with a hint of intimidation.

Yu Naitang nodded and whispered to Old Jiang, "That’s the right voice."

With that, the little one pulled out a gun and aimed it at the door lock.

Old Jiang immediately raised his hand, pressing down on the gun barrel. He shook his head at Yu Naitang and said gently, "Child, don’t go messing with knives and guns for no reason."

Saying this, he stepped forward, grabbed the doorknob, and channeled his Inner Breath. With a BANG, the door lock broke!

Old Jiang then pushed open the door and came face-to-face with a nervous-looking man holding a baseball bat, which he swung at him.

Old Jiang casually caught it and, with a light push, sent the man flying back several steps before he tumbled to the ground.

Yu Naitang strode in, pointing her gun at the man on the ground. "Don’t move! I don’t want to hurt you."

The man lifted his head to look at the gun barrel, his face taut with tension. Meanwhile, from the bedroom doorway, a woman timidly peeked out, only half her body visible.

She seemed to want to come out and help her boyfriend but was too afraid.

Yu Naitang glanced at Old Jiang. He nodded, then turned to push the wheelchair inside and closed the door behind him.

The couple in the room were the occupants of the apartment Yu Naitang had escaped into earlier that day using a revolving mechanism in the wall.

Yu Naitang’s reason for choosing this place as their refuge was simple: during the day, she had tossed this young couple a roll of money.

The young couple, who appeared to live modestly, didn’t seem like the type to report to the police and hand over the money.

So, this place should be safe.

"Still recognize me?" Yu Naitang looked at the young couple and waggled the gun muzzle. "We’ll hide here for a day. We won’t harm you, and we’ll even reward you."

With that, she took out another roll of bills and tossed it to them.

The man caught it quickly, squeezed it in his hand, glanced at his girlfriend, and hesitated. "You really won’t hurt us?"

"No."

The man stuffed the money into his pocket.

He had a thick Eastern European accent, and the tattoos visible on his arms marked him as someone from the lower rungs of society.

Years of war in Eastern Europe had long made it a source of low-wage labor for the rest of Europe.

After a few simple questions, Old Jiang learned the young couple’s story.

The man had come from a war-torn country in Eastern Europe and did various types of manual labor here, mostly temporary jobs. The woman was in a similar situation, working as a waitress in a restaurant.

Yu Naitang unceremoniously commandeered the master bedroom, settling Lu Xixi and her "little junior apprentice brother" (the infant) inside.

Old Jiang, meanwhile, rested on the living room sofa.

The young couple was very compliant, partly due to coercion and partly because the sum Yu Naitang had given them was quite substantial.

They prepared some food in the kitchen and brought it out. Old Jiang checked it to ensure it was safe, then picked up a piece of smoked meat and quickly ate it.

After a night of fierce fighting, Old Jiang was indeed exhausted and famished.

After Yu Naitang contacted Chen Nuo using the satellite phone he had left, she informed Old Jiang, "He said he’ll come find us later."

"Hmm..."

The thought of seeing that Chen Xiaoguo again soon made Old Jiang suddenly lose his appetite... Alright, the social awkwardness must continue. But we’ve all had secrets exposed, so I suppose that evens things out.

The young girl busied herself preparing some milk to feed the child, then inspected Old Jiang’s wounds.

During their escape, his wounds had been treated and bandaged hastily. Now that they were relatively safe, she removed the bandages, cleaned the wounds thoroughly, and redressed them.

Then she took a box from her backpack and pulled out a syringe.

"I still haven’t asked you what you injected me with earlier," Old Jiang said. He watched the girl prepare to inject his arm, offering no resistance, merely asking quietly.

"What I gave you on the road was just ordinary anti-inflammatory and anti-infection medication.

"But this is different. I once encountered an Ability User with a self-healing ability. I paid a high price for some of his blood to extract and process the serum.

"This person’s ability is cellular self-healing activation. The serum extracted from his blood has a similar, albeit weaker, effect.

"Many healing drugs sold on the black market in the Underground World are extracted from the blood of Ability Users with such self-healing abilities.

"The sale of Ability Users’ blood has become a mature industrial chain in the Underground World."

Old Jiang sighed. "You seem to know quite a lot."

"It’s not just blood. Even organs are bought and sold. Organs from Ability Users often fetch astronomical prices."

Old Jiang squinted, looking at Yu Naitang, and whispered, "How does a child your age know so much?"

"Since I started following my master, I’ve handled many of her affairs.

"My master... well, she’s a good person, but just not very clever.

"She’s very powerful and formidable, but before she took me as her apprentice, her affairs were a mess, and she often got tricked or scammed.

"So, I had to take on many responsibilities for her.

"My master says this world is very dangerous. That’s why we need to clearly recognize the bad people and the dark aspects of this world to survive."

Once the serum from the Self-Healing Ability User was injected, Old Jiang quickly felt his body begin to change.

Using his Inner Breath, he could feel his wounds slowly mending—still slow, but far faster than the normal healing rate.

The wounds even tingled slightly.

The fractures where his bones had been set also began to transmit a numb, itching sensation.

The circulation of his Inner Breath also felt noticeably smoother.

Old Jiang sighed.

He wasn’t ignorant of this fact. Such medicine commanded extremely high prices on the black market of the Underground World. Old Jiang, being financially strained, couldn’t normally afford such items.

However, Yu Naitang didn’t tell Old Jiang that this medicine was one she had extracted herself. In fact, starting last year, she had even sold a considerable amount of it in the Underground World for profit.

In the Underground World, those who dealt in such drugs had various methods for extracting serum from Self-Healing Ability Users. Some were more sophisticated, yielding more effective medicine, while others used simpler, cruder methods, resulting in less potent drugs.

Yu Naitang’s version, however, was quite potent and highly sought after in the Underground World, earning her a significant amount of money.

A single five-milliliter dose sold for 300,000 to 500,000 US Dollars on the underground market.

For typical combat injuries, a single dose could restore 70 to 80 percent of a person’s motor functions after just one night’s rest.

Even for life-threatening injuries, as long as the person didn’t die immediately, one shot could be life-saving.

Therefore, for many Ability Users, this medicine was almost equivalent to a second life, naturally making it expensive.

Of course, if someone lost a limb, they couldn’t expect it to grow back after a single injection—it wasn’t that miraculous.

What a pity. My secret lab in Britain must have been searched by those people. When Master and I fled home, we only managed to bring this one box. There are only eight doses left.

Yu Naitang hesitated but decided against using a dose on herself. She felt her injuries weren’t severe enough to warrant using such a precious medicine, especially now that it was so hard to come by.

Old Jiang had been quietly observing Yu Naitang. The girl displayed a maturity far beyond her years.

Even now, while resting, she still wore her bulletproof vest.

Combined with her youthful face, it created a strikingly incongruous image.

Before dawn, Chen Nuo finally returned.

After a knock on the door, Old Jiang immediately jumped up from the sofa. He only breathed a sigh of relief when he heard Chen Nuo’s voice from the other side of the door.

However, as Chen Nuo entered, Old Jiang’s brow suddenly furrowed.

He smelled the heavy scent of blood on Chen Nuo.

"Chen Nuo... you... have you drawn blood?"

Chen Nuo glanced at Old Jiang, sighed, and nodded slightly.

Looking at his apprentice now, where was the trace of the young man who used to half-jokingly practice his horse stance in the little grove, letting Old Jiang hit his thighs with a stick?

Chen Nuo looked at Yu Naitang, then back at Old Jiang, and said in a low voice, "The people you encountered tonight were led by a man in a Black Windbreaker, right?"

"Mm-hmm..."

"I’ve met him. I got some information," Chen Nuo said nonchalantly.

"He..."

"Yes, he’s dead." Chen Nuo met Old Jiang’s gaze, then suddenly smiled and shook his head. "I didn’t kill him. He died on his own."

Old Jiang didn’t know why, but he felt a wave of relief.

However, seeing his apprentice’s calm demeanor, Old Jiang’s heart tensed again. This kid speaks of death so casually. If he hadn’t killed before, Old Jiang would bet his life on it!

"Old Jiang, I need to check on the child and my wife first. We’ll talk later," Chen Nuo said. He then gave Yu Naitang a meaningful look and led her into the inner room, leaving Old Jiang to keep watch outside.

Old Jiang said nothing, sitting down on the sofa to quietly circulate his Inner Breath.

Only Old Jiang and the couple who owned the apartment remained in the living room, staring at each other awkwardly.

Old Jiang, Yu Naitang, and Chen Nuo were speaking Huaxia, which the couple couldn’t understand.

In the bedroom, Chen Nuo first checked on his daughter. Seeing she was asleep, he felt relieved.

Then he sat down on the edge of the bed, looking at Lu Xixi, who lay still as if in a deep slumber.

It was just... that face—the face of a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl in the bloom of youth—made it very difficult for Chen Nuo not to feel a sense of awkwardness.

"Now, tell me exactly what happened, from the beginning," Chen Nuo sighed, looking at Yu Naitang.

A Bombardier private jet landed smoothly on the runway, taxied for a short distance, and then came to a complete stop.

Inside the luxurious cabin, seated on a plush sofa, the Electric General, dressed in a snow-white shirt, held a knife and fork, heartily devouring a large steak from the plate before him.

The steak looked to be rare at best. Large rivulets of bloody juice dripped from the corners of his mouth. He wiped them away carelessly with a napkin before continuing to chew and swallow with gusto.

Only after devouring the steak, which looked to weigh a full kilogram, did the Electric General slowly exhale.

A hint of satisfaction flickered in his eyes.

He picked up the wine glass before him and took a large gulp, draining the entire glass in one go.

A nearby flight attendant quickly masked her surprise and hurried over to refill his glass. She managed a polite smile and said, "You have quite an appetite, sir."

"Of course. I’ve been hungry for a long time."

The Electric General chuckled casually but didn’t take another drink. Instead, he looked out the window at the airport runway. Seeing a car approach, he waved his hand, dismissing the flight attendant.

From the other side of the cabin, a subordinate approached and quickly whispered a few words. After listening, the Electric General sighed.

I knew it. How could things possibly go so smoothly...

As he spoke, he slowly rose. His massive frame strained the snow-white shirt, now stained with a few drops of red wine and grease from the steak. He seemed completely unconcerned, however, merely loosening his collar slightly and rolling up his sleeves before heading towards the cabin door.

A few minutes later, he stood on the tarmac beside the plane, looking at the car parked in front of him.

The car’s trunk was open.

Inside lay a body.

The corpse was clad in a Black Windbreaker. Its face was contorted into a grotesque mask of terror and excitement, its eyes bulging.

The Electric General gave it only a cursory glance before seeming to lose interest. He waved his hand, and someone closed the trunk.

"The man was found at one of the target’s safe houses. The team we sent to rendezvous with them found four bodies upon arrival..."

"Four?" The Electric General frowned. "As I recall, besides the two from the Blade Knights, the operation leader also recruited two Ability Users. His team should have totaled five."

"Yes, sir. There were only four bodies at the scene. One of them should have been a recruited Ability User, but his body wasn’t found. We searched the nearby woods but found no trace. We suspect that during the pursuit and fight, he either fled to a different location or... deserted out of cowardice."

The Electric General pondered for a moment. "Pull the men back. There’s nothing left to search for."

The subordinate looked perplexed.

"I initially just wanted to take advantage of their vulnerability. But now... a powerful individual has intervened. To be able to kill my men by activating their spiritual restraints... this person’s strength is beyond what you can handle. So, pull everyone back."

"Then, are you going to take action personally, sir?"

The Electric General turned and looked at his subordinate. The calm intensity in his gaze made the man immediately lower his head in fear.

Then the Electric General chuckled.

"I initially just wanted to take advantage of the situation, pick up an easy win...

"But now that a strong opponent has entered the fray, trying to take advantage of the situation will turn into a direct confrontation...

"And I don’t want a direct confrontation with anyone right now.

"So... this operation is temporarily canceled."

"So, you’re saying you only realized something was wrong after Lu Xixi gave birth to the child?"

In the bedroom, Chen Nuo frowned at Yu Naitang.

Yu Naitang shook her head. "Actually, I sensed something was amiss even before that. But... Master was pregnant, and her emotions were very unstable. Plus, I’d never experienced anything like it, so I was constantly on edge too.

"Perhaps... perhaps I overlooked some suspicious signs. If I had noticed them earlier, we wouldn’t have had to flee in such a desperate state."