translator: loop
proofreader: roki
“What’s wrong?” Chu Si sensed his expression change, and asked, “Is there something wrong with this little brat?”
His gaze also fell on the little boy. His hair was very dark and hadn’t seemed to have been trimmed for a long time. It fell past his ears and covered a part of his neck. Because he had cried too much, his eyebrows, eyes, and nose were all furrowed, and his hands were half covering his face, so one couldn’t tell his original appearance.
The light from the finger light seemed to make him very uncomfortable. He looked up and cried, shrinking towards where it was dark. Because he was already balled up, this movement was a bit strange and a little pitiful.
In the words of those from the training camp, Executive Chu’s conscience only manifested itself when dealing with brats, especially those who seemed to have been raised particularly badly.
It was true for the little mop, and it was true for this kid.
So he simply raised his hand to block Sa’e Yang’s finger light, as to not let it shine on the little boy’s face.
Sa’e, however, didn’t pay attention to his movements. After only a brief glance, he lifted his hand toward the cub’s neck as if to ruffle a lock of hair. “This brat’s neck—”
Perhaps his aura was too oppressive, because before his fingers touched even a strand of hair, the little boy dodged towards Chu Si.
Sa’e Yang gave an indifferent laugh and glanced down at him condescendingly.
Chu Si looked down at the little boy clinging to his legs, raised his eyebrows, and crouched down halfway to pat his back.
With such a pat, the little boy seemed to have really developed a sense of dependence and taken him as a good person, rubbing his eyes and his head on Chu Si’s arm. After a while, Chu Si felt his arm grow wet.
Chu Si clicked his tongue. This brat really could cry.
There was no joy or anger to be seen on Sa’e Yang’s face. He didn’t have a natural soft spot for such children as Chu Si did, but he wasn’t interested in getting into a fight with such a crybaby kid, either.
Taking advantage of the little boy’s intense crying and strong dependence, Chu Si tried to push aside the hair at his neck.
Unexpectedly, just as his fingers touched skin, the little boy lying on his arm suddenly struggled fiercely. He pushed Chu Si away and retreated a few steps back to the corner, standing in a shadow.
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He still rubbed his eyes with one hand but quietly glanced at Chu Si between movements. Although his gaze was half-hidden and withdrawn quickly, the wariness it contained was still clearly captured by Chu Si.
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His voice was so low it was almost a whisper, nearly muffled by the little boy’s whimpering cries, but Sa’e Yang was close at hand and could hear him clearly. He shrugged his shoulders, as if he didn’t care much, but still went along with Chu Si’s proposal.
As expected, just a few seconds after saying this, the little boy squinted his wet eyes and turned towards the entrance of the alley.
Instead of immediately going after him, Chu Si and Sa’e Yang simply crossed their arms and each leaned against a wall, letting the little boy stumble away.
It was very dark in the alley. When the little boy turned around, the light was at his back. After running for a distance, his hand, which had been covering his eyes, was finally released. His face, which had been wrinkled with tears a moment ago, had suddenly returned to expressionlessness.
This scene of flipping through faces like a book was naturally not appreciated by Chu Si and Sa’e Yang at the entrance of the alley.
They waited a moment. The tiny shadow had stumbled to the end of the alley, turned toward the left, and disappeared behind a wall.
“Behind the alley is another shopping street, and in the direction the brat ran—“
Chu Si listened to the footsteps while calculating the distance, casually wiping away the tears on his sleeve. But when he touched his armband, his words trailed off.
His brow furrowed and he lowered his eyes to look over. The armband had originally been filled with a circle of crystal tube-shaped bombs, each socket filled with a single bomb, not a socket left empty.
But right now, one of the sockets was empty.
Underneath the empty socket, the tear marks on the sleeve of his shirt dangled plainly.
Chu Si: “…”
He raised his head with a complex expression. Sa’e Yang’s gaze turned towards him, and after sweeping his armband, he suddenly laughed and teased, “Our executive, after a lifetime of fame, fell into the trap of a little boy under five years old.”
He patted Chu Si on the shoulder and pointed toward the other end of the alley: “Let’s go, I’ll help you get revenge.”
Chu Si: “…” Fuck you.
A real bomb had fallen into the hands of a little kid whose heart and head hadn’t yet completely developed, and there was no telling what kind of trouble could arise. The two of them threw aside their previous plans completely and chased after him.
Two tall men could cross the alley in the blink of an eye. When they ran to the corner and turned left, they happened to see the little kid running to the opposite street and down an underground passage.
His movements were very smooth, and he showed no signs of panic or crying.
Chu Si’s finger light had already been turned on again, and when he scanned around, he even saw the little boy turn around and glance at them before running underground.
Perhaps it was because the light made one’s face too pale and their facial features distorted, but the expression of that little boy seemed strangely indifferent.
Chu Si chased after him, crossing the street in three or two steps, heading straight for the underground passage.
“Over there.” The two of them quickly descended, and Chu Si pointed toward the right-hand passage.
Their distance had closed from a hundred or so meters to less than ten, and as they strode into the right-hand passage, they saw the little brat climb into a side door close by.
This underground passageway had existed for a long time, and it was even there when Chu Si lived with Jiang Qi. The interior had been renovated several times, and the facilities were constantly upgraded. Only the side door that opened halfway down the passageway was left untouched.
Through the side door was Emerald Harbor’s underground shelter.
Shelters were built in various cities after the hundred years of interstellar chaos, and each shelter was divided into different functional areas, covering an area equivalent to the size of an entire city’s first-level central area, with six floors above and below.
Each shelter’s top floor was divided into four entrances: east, west, north, and south. However, there were hundreds of passages leading to these four entrances, connecting public places such as schools, hospitals, and various neighborhoods.
The time everyone had to evacuate before the planet’s explosion was too short, otherwise it would’ve been a good choice to evacuate into those shelters.
Chu Si and Sa’e Yang pushed open the side door and crawled in, but when they entered the passage, they noticed something not quite right—
The entire passage was narrow and deep, and they could hear the footsteps of the little boy running echoing through the passage, but even with where their finger lights could illuminate, they still couldn’t find him.
How fast could a child under five run?
Chu Si and Sa’e Yang frowned as they searched all the way down the passage. There were no forks and no other exits, and the whole passage zigzagged underground like a sewer. There was just no sign of the little brat.
After seven turns in a row, they finally saw the end of the passage.
The brat’s heavily echoing footsteps suddenly came to an end. With a sweep of his finger light, Chu Si saw that the end of the passageway was directly in front of the tightly closed entrance of the underground shelter. There was an open space in front of the entrance where a large crowd of people huddled together on the ground.
That was right, a large crowd… of people.
Chu Si paused, and then suddenly quickened his pace.
The people seemed to have only just realized that there was someone coming through the passageway, and they pushed among themselves like kelp.
“People have come!”
“Someone’s woken up again!”
“Are you residents? You aren’t like that group from last time, are you?”
……
Some of them climbed to their feet, and others, still sitting, raised their hands to shield the light while asking them, “Who are you?”
In the chaos, Chu Si heard several clear sounds of weapons being loaded.
“Don’t be impulsive.” Chu Si flashed his empty hands at them and said, “We followed a little brat… child here, have you seen a child this tall? Running in this direction?”
He didn’t dare to mention the bomb to these people, for fear of causing panic.
It was logical that if the boy ran in, even if he had turned to another passage, he would’ve still passed through here.
But those people only looked at each other, confused: “No, we’ve only met you two.”
Chu Si: “How could that be?”
Is that boy a ghost or something? 😮
Can a ghost steal a bomb and make tears? I also want to know
That boy is definitely Sa’e LOL. Him and his fondness for bombs