Chapter 408: You Don’t Have Much Value

Xiao Luo’s hands and arms were like mechanical devices, operating with phenomenal gripping power and endurance. With hardly any effort, he withstood the load generated by the force of impact created by his body weight each time he dropped down, a floor at a time. His movements were light, and his swift descent did not cause too much noise.

Soon, he was about to reach the 8th floor!

It was a stirring display of sheer courage. Qiu Yuanjie and his party on the street below could only stare in trepidation, unblinking, and hearts in their throats. Every time Xiao Luo dropped a floor down, their hearts thumped anxiously, fearing that Xiao Luo would slip and fall. To plummet from such a height, the human body would immediately turn into a heap of flesh and slush. Just thinking about it made one’s scalp tingle with numbness.

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Xiao Luo paused when he reached the balcony on the ninth floor, and from there, he swung into the balcony on the eighth floor like he was playing on a swing. He landed on one knee in absolute silence, like a weightless wraith.

“Listen up, you out there, clear a path, and prepare an off-road vehicle for me; otherwise, I will shoot this woman. Do not doubt me, I will do as I say!”

As soon as he landed on the balcony of Room 808, he heard a booming voice yelling at the door, urgent and desperate, and the person seemed that he would lose himself and his ability to reason at any time.

Xiao Luo stood up and reached out to gently push the curtains aside, giving himself a clear view of the room’s situation.

A man in shorts was sitting facing the door, holding a pistol in his hand. His right arm was tightly locked around a woman’s neck, and the gun muzzle was pressed against her temple. He was staring at the door. If the police officer dared to break in, he would indeed shoot the woman.

Needless to say, this man was Yao Baishan, and that woman was the sex worker.

Sensing something behind him, Yao Baishan suddenly turned his head and looked back. And that was when Xiao Luo took advantage of his momentary lapse and moved in at lightning speed. Before Yao Baishan could even react, Xiao Luo landed a hefty punch directly in his face. The force was of the blow was tremendous, and it sent him sprawling to his side, taking out two of his front teeth that sailed alongside him as he crashed to the floor.

BAM!

As the beer-bellied Yao Baishan crashed to the floor with a sickening thud, the pistol flew out of his hand and slid to the corner of the room. Disoriented, Yao Baishan tried to focus his eyes, but all he could make out was a black-clad young man standing not too far away from where he was, staring at him impassively.

He had dashing features and fair complexion, dark, enigmatic eyes, and an elegant and calm carriage from head to toe.

“Who... who are you? How did you get in here?” Yao Baishan cried. He was shocked and confused, seeing that someone had entered his room without his knowledge. He looked like he had just seen a ghost.

Xiao Luo appeared indifferent and did not respond to his question. “You are under arrest!” he snarled.

A cop?

Yao Baishan’s pupils dilated as a panic set in, and as he immediately deduced Xiao Luo’s identity, he knew his time had come. He couldn’t care less anymore about the taste of blood in his mouth. Hurriedly, he picked himself up from the floor and scrambled towards his pistol at the corner of the room on all fours. He knew that only by holding this pistol in his hand could he be in a better position to negotiate with the police.

3 meters, 2 meters, 1 meter...

He was getting close... the gun was right there before his eyes!

There was nothing else in Yao Baishan’s mind except to go for his weapon. The pistol was well within reach, but just at the moment he stretched out his hand, a foot came down from above and stepped on the gun. He raised his head, only to be greeted by that dashing young face.

Xiao Luo smiled contemptuously at Yao Baishan before kicking him hard around his waist.

Yao Baishan’s body was blasted across the floor like a hockey puck and only stopped after colliding violently against the wall. It appeared like all the bones in his body had broken as he wailed and whimpered in excruciating pain.

Xiao Luo sighed as he bent down to pick up Yao Baishan’s pistol. Such an opponent was too weak for him, and he lost interest in abusing him any further.

“Luo, is... is that you?”

It was just when he was about to open the door to let Qiu Yuanjie’s subordinate in that he heard the woman’s voice.

It was a familiar voice!

Xiao Luo turned around instantly. And, now that he was looking at her from the front, he could recognize her—the woman in this room turned out to be an old acquaintance, Zhao Mengqi.

Under Xiao Luo’s gaze, Zhao Mengqi suddenly felt self-conscious and very embarrassed. She curled her legs and folded her arms around her chest, covering her exposed parts.

Xiao Luo was in a slight daze, and when he found his voice, he said, “So, It’s you. Why are you in this field now?”

His tone was distant and detached as if he was greeting a stranger.

Zhao Mengqi lowered her head in shame, not daring to look directly into Xiao Luo’s eyes.

“I know that society can be ruthless, but it doesn’t prevent hardworking people from succeeding. I don’t know where your moral code is, but from the looks of it now, perhaps you have lost it.”

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Xiao Luo couldn’t help saying how he felt about it, especially when this woman was his first love and former classmate. Seeing her fall to such a degrading level, it was impossible for him not to feel the way he did. Had he been a family member, she would definitely have been slapped in the face without hesitation.

Unsure what to think and having mixed emotions about her, Xiao Luo went on to say, “Zhao Mengqi, tell me, why did I like you in the past?”

His bitter words were like daggers, and they pierced deep into Zhao Mengqi’s hearts. She was no longer able to hold back her tears, and looking away, she broke down sobbing. In her mind, Xiao Luo was like a deity perched on a pedestal, while she was nothing but filthy sewage in a stinking ditch.

Zhao Mengqi desperately wanted to leave Jiangcheng, which was for her, a city of sorrow. It was the reason she had returned to Xiahai. By coincidence, she met her class monitor, Guo Qinghe, who threw her a lifeline. She thought she could accomplish something in Xiahai, but little did she expect to find herself in an MLM organization. She landed up being made into a sacrifice, a tribute offered by inferiors to their superiors.

Had her virtues been intact, she would have resisted to the end, but the truth was that it wasn’t. She was just a dirty woman who had been ruthlessly abandoned by a second-generation rich kid. Therefore, she sold herself short and succumbed to such a life. In her spare time, her only joy was to walk in the streets and alleys of Xiahai, reminiscing the little things that she used to do with Xiao Luo in the past. In reality, Zhao Mengqi knew that she could never return to Xiao Luo again, and all she wanted was to recall those beautiful memories that she still cherished.

For Zhao Mengqi, nothing could prepare her for this moment, seen for what she was, before the man she had cherished with all her heart.

The shame and degradation of the moment were too much to bear, and she suddenly felt that she had no right to even recollect the memories of the times they shared together.

“I... I...” Zhao Mengqi mumbled, not knowing what to say.

“Police officers are everywhere, and they’ll be coming in soon. Put on your clothes, then go with them.”

Xiao Luo found it hard to look at her for even another second. He turned around, walked towards Yao Baishan, glared at him contemptuously, and asked, “Yao Baishan, can you tell me anything about ‘Fog?’”

Yao Baishan shook his head, “I... I don’t know...”

“Okay, then you don’t have much value to me.”

Xiao Luo replied without a hint of emotion before he stomped on Yao Baishan’s crotch.

Yao Baishan howled miserably. His face was twisted into an ugly grimace as the surging pain shot through his entire body. The whole lower part of his body below the waist was crushed beyond recognition, and a moment later, he passed out from the shock to his body.

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