Chapter 298
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Chapter 298: Reunion
“What do you want?” Han Laoda sneered, reaching out to grab An Qingyu’s unfinished plate and flinging it against the wall!
Clang—!!
The crisp sound echoed in the empty, silent cafeteria, food splattering everywhere. Han Laoda narrowed his eyes, looking down at An Qingyu from a superior position.
“You killed the one-eyed man and the scar-faced guy, didn’t you?” His voice was chillingly cold.
An Qingyu did not answer his question, nor did he even glance at him. His gaze was fixed on the figure that had just entered the cafeteria, and he stood up from his seat.
As soon as he stood, the surrounding prisoners took a collective step forward, encircling him tightly, their eyes filled with warning.
“Get out of the way, I need to find someone.” An Qingyu frowned slightly.
“Find someone? I’m talking to you! Do you look down on me?!” Han Laoda roared.
At that moment, one of his underlings turned to look back, a strange expression on his face, and whispered something in Han Laoda’s ear.
Han Laoda was taken aback, turning to see Lin Qiye casually walking to the window to get his meal, not even glancing in their direction.
“Is it that kid?” Han Laoda muttered, glancing at An Qingyu as if he had thought of something, a cold smile appearing at the corners of his mouth. “The one you want to find is that kid?”
Before An Qingyu could respond, Han Laoda continued, “Good, what a rare opportunity. I’ll just kill both of you together, so I won’t have to deal with you again next time.”
After saying that, he gave a look to his underling beside him, who immediately led a dozen men aggressively toward Lin Qiye.
……
Lin Qiye took the plate and turned around, planning to find a corner away from Han Laoda and the others to eat.
When he entered, he saw Han Laoda surrounded by a group of underlings, seemingly encircling someone. However, there were too many prisoners blocking the person, so Lin Qiye couldn’t see who it was. Anyway, it wasn’t his concern.
“You do your thing, I’ll eat mine. As long as you don’t provoke me, I won’t stir up trouble.”
However, the next moment, Lin Qiye’s quiet meal was interrupted.
A dozen prisoners aggressively surrounded Lin Qiye, and the leader coldly looked at him and said, “Sick boy, our boss wants to see you! Come with us!”
Lin Qiye frowned slightly. “Wants to see me?”
He looked past the few people in front of him toward the group gathered in the corner of the cafeteria. With the departure of those dozen prisoners, a gap opened in the encirclement, allowing Lin Qiye to clearly see the boy trapped in the center. He suddenly froze…
Then his expression changed dramatically!
“What? You’re not going?!” The leading prisoner’s face turned cold.
“I’ll go.” Lin Qiye nodded, of course he would go.
Seeing Lin Qiye’s expression change so quickly, the prisoner was taken aback. After hesitating for a moment, he brought Lin Qiye to Han Laoda.
“Kid, we meet again.” Han Laoda looked at Lin Qiye, a vicious smile curling at the corners of his mouth. “This time, those two night watchmen aren’t here. Let’s see who can help you.”
Lin Qiye walked into the encirclement without even looking at Han Laoda, sitting down opposite An Qingyu.
The two boys exchanged glances, and a faint smile appeared on both their faces.
“I didn’t expect to run into you here… I thought you had disappeared along with Cangnan City.” Lin Qiye remarked.
“Ten years ago, I happened to be studying in the neighboring city and escaped a disaster.” An Qingyu scrutinized Lin Qiye for a moment, raising his eyebrows slightly. “You seem a bit more normal than I imagined, not like someone with a mental illness.”
“I’m not sick.” Lin Qiye shrugged. “Or rather, I’m already fine.”
“Then why not go out?”
“They said I still need to be observed and won’t let me out.”
“How long for observation?”
“A year.”
“That’s a bit long.”
“Yeah…”
The two casually chatted as if they weren’t surrounded by a group of prisoners in a prison but were instead in an elegant café, listening to Beethoven’s piano music while laughing and talking.
Han Laoda’s face turned green with rage.
Bang—!!
Han Laoda slammed his fist on the dining table, breaking it in half, the sharp sound of shattering echoing through the cafeteria, abruptly halting their conversation.
He glared at the two, his voice dripping with malice. “What do you think this place is? Who do you think I am? A waiter?”
He stepped on the broken half of the table, crushing it to pieces, and ominously declared, “Today, none of you are leaving alive!”
Lin Qiye calmly glanced at the broken table, sighed, “How about we take care of them first and then continue?”
An Qingyu nodded, “I agree.”
“It’s useless to be restrained here. How many can you take down?”
“I can’t fight.” An Qingyu shook his head, blood seeping from his fingertips as an invisible thread slowly extended out…
“But I can kill.” He said calmly.
Lin Qiye sensed the “Mysterious Thread,” his eyes widening in surprise, then nodded thoughtfully. “Just hold back a bit. There are so many of them; killing them all would be troublesome. Just teach them a lesson.”
“Understood.”
Seeing the two still so relaxed, Han Laoda’s anger flared. He waved his hand, “All of you, attack! Kill them!”
Boom—!!
The forty or so prisoners surrounding the two surged forward, a deafening roar erupting that nearly lifted the cafeteria roof!
Lin Qiye and An Qingyu moved simultaneously!
Lin Qiye’s back seemed to have eyes; he slightly turned his body, precisely avoiding all the punches and kicks, then pushed off the long bench with one hand and swept back with a lightning-fast kick!
An Qingyu’s situation was even more bizarre; all the fists about to touch his body suddenly rose, as if an invisible thread had lifted everyone’s arms. As An Qingyu’s hand suddenly clenched into a fist, bloody slashes appeared out of thin air on the bodies of every prisoner behind him.
Several prisoners clutched their wounds, howling as they fell backward.
Lin Qiye’s toes tapped on the bench, and he lightly floated down into the crowd, holding a chopstick, slowly closing his eyes.
His lips parted slightly, and a deep voice echoed in the air:
“Flowers intoxicate three thousand guests, a sword of cold frost across fourteen states.”
Ding—!!
A clear sound of a sword ringing out from his hand, as if he held not a chopstick but a legendary weapon capable of slaying thousands!
A chilling sword aura surged forth!