CHAPTER 334: CHAPTER 313: FOURTH MASTER IS NOT A GOD, NEITHER ARE YOU!

Moth’s heart skipped a beat as he watched the person in front of him vanish.

"I’ve told you, a lot can happen in 0.01 seconds, why don’t you believe me?" Hua Qingyi, sulking like a child, pointed a gun at Moth’s head. "If you don’t want to die, put down your weapon."

The cold barrel was pressed against his temple, and Moth did not doubt the man’s words. The bullet would mercilessly pierce his skin and enter his brain. He could even smell the scent of burned flesh before death. He didn’t want to take risks, because he didn’t want to go against himself. So he obediently put down the gun in his hand and raised his hands.

Moth’s residence was actually very small, cold and ruthless just like his style of doing things. Xiao Lin easily surveyed the entire room. Miao Shaoqing, who crawled out from the basement, shrugged at Xiao Lin, indicating he didn’t find any information of meaningful value; there was nothing here.

"Watch out!" Xiao Lin suddenly darted from beside Miao Shaoqing, the Silver Needle in his hand shot toward Moth’s left arm and left leg.

"Damn! Dare to sneak attack me." Hua Qingyi angrily punched Moth in the head, leaving him no room to fight back.

"Enough, if you keep hitting, he’ll die." Xiao Lin intervened, placing himself between Hua Qingyi and Moth. Hua Qingyi’s explosive temper always gave him a headache. "Take him inside. Shaoqing, keep watch outside."

The gunshot did not alarm the neighbors, unknown whether it was because they were numb or they adhered to the belief of minding their own business, not even willing to peek out. It was just as well, saving a lot of trouble while they went about their activities in the house.

Finding some ropes from a toolbox in the basement, Hua Qingyi bound Moth’s hands and feet to the chair and lit a cigarette for Xiao Lin. He pulled up a chair and sat opposite Moth. The real person was much darker and more robust than in photographs, likely cultivated in the army, where soldiers are honed, especially new recruits.

Xiao Lin silently took a drag on his cigarette, then casually took out the Silver Needle to release Moth’s acupoints.

Moth moved his stiff neck and, realizing his hands and feet were bound, gave up struggling. He had contemplated this day might come and prepared for it every moment.

"Falling into your hands, I accept it!" He spat to the side. "At least let me know who you are! So I can die without grievance." He looked at Xiao Lin. If it weren’t for his intervention, he might have escaped from under that nearly womanly beautiful man, or just died. "Dying by your hand is better than dying by someone who looks like a woman."

"You bastard..." Hua Qingyi hated it when people said he looked like a woman, so he often fought with men because of this face.

"We don’t want to kill you." Xiao Lin stood to the side and simply lifted his left hand, holding Hua Qingyi firmly in place. "As long as you cooperate, we won’t kill you."

"What do you want me to do?" Moth ignored Hua Qingyi as if he were air, his fierce eyes locked onto Xiao Lin’s every move. The woman on the bed was already going stiff, her pale face horrifying under the bright light.

"Fourth Master!" Moth widened his eyes. Xiao Lin shook his head. "You have no choice. As long as you’re willing to guide us in, I can ensure your name is removed from the Dragon Soul wanted list."

Moth squinted, slight hesitation and distrust in his eyes. But the young man before him, who looked barely in his twenties, didn’t seem to be lying. He said in a deep voice, "I’m someone who’s always lived on wet ground, doomed to die anyway. Dying here beats dying by Fourth Master’s hands."

Xiao Lin chuckled as if this refusal was expected. This wasn’t a TV drama where things unfold according to one’s whims; random intimidation and threats won’t make the enemy confess.

Moth was a desperado, indifferent to life and death, so approaching from this angle was futile and wasted effort. Xiao Lin drew a puff, smoke slowly exhaling from his mouth. "Maybe this Fourth Master is indeed formidable, but to me, he’s just another person. Anyone fears something because all have weaknesses. You, Moth, are no exception. Discovering your weaknesses isn’t hard for me, just requires some time and effort."

Hua Qingyi hadn’t spoken a word throughout. Yet he fully believed in Xiao Lin, not because he was with Dragon Soul, but due to the immense force behind him. Finding someone wasn’t difficult; the challenge lay in how Xiao Lin was unwilling to use that force, or even to possess it. To him, others’ admiration probably seemed like dirt!

"Your Fourth Master isn’t a god; he’s human, right!" Flicking ash into the ashtray, Xiao Lin walked over, pressing Moth’s arms, his forehead resting against Moth’s, eyes staring into Moth’s eyes. "You’re not a god either. If I don’t use you, I can still enter that valley. But you might become Dragon Soul’s first person marked dead off their wanted list. Know that to be on Dragon Soul’s wanted list means Dragon Soul has taken notice."

Moth fell silent. He was well-acquainted with Dragon Soul. During his time in the special forces, he almost got recommended into Dragon Soul, but a bureaucrat’s child took his spot. Not because that child was incompetent; conversely, he was quite capable. When there was only one spot under equal conditions, family background became the sole criterion. Moth’s background and birth were why he didn’t make it into Dragon Soul, and he harbored resentment about this. Dragon Soul is every soldier’s dream, and its existence is a place feared by many, representing authority.

"You might as well kill me now."

Hey! Xiao Lin let out a sigh, looking at Moth with a bit of regret: "Taking a life with a knife or a gun is a very boring thing." He drew out a Silver Needle, heated it over a lighter, and said, "I don’t think you’ve ever laughed heartily in your life, have you?"

"What? Hahaha!" Moth only felt a stabbing pain somewhere, and then laughed like a lunatic: "You... hahaha, what did you... what did you do to me?"

Xiao Lin looked innocently at the person in front of him, with a slightly guilty expression that made Moth want to kill him: "I just hit your laughter acupoint, so you, who have never laughed before, can go to Hell with this pleasant smile! There, you might never laugh again. Of course, if you don’t want to die, I can help you a little."

The body’s acupoints are interconnected with meridians, used properly they can cure illness, used poorly they can harm. Xiao Lin is a doctor, the acupoints are meant to save people, not to threaten them like this, so his guilt is real.

"What do you want me to do?" Moth shouted angrily at Xiao Lin, unable to control his senses, feeling like he was being torn apart.

Xiao Lin pulled out the Silver Needle, and simultaneously tapped a few other acupoints on Moth, who then collapsed into the chair like a deflated ball.

"Very simple! Just tell Fourth Master that the Hua family wants to see him."

"Hua family? The Hua family from the four great families of Huaxia?" Moth looked at the two people in disbelief: "Are you sent by the Hua family?"

"I am the third-generation heir of the Hua family, I’m sure your Fourth Master has heard of it." Hua Qingyi replied with an annoyed eye roll.

"Is it really that simple?" Moth asked Xiao Lin, "Just connect you, and we’ll be removed from the Dragon Soul wanted list?"

"Yes!" Xiao Lin nodded.

"Deal!"

Xiao Lin used a thin blade to cut the restraints on Moth’s hands and feet and did not stop him from leaving. Instead, he sat in the chair, picked up a book from the table beside him, and started to read slowly.

"Bro, do you believe he will connect us?" Hua Qingyi was skeptical of Moth, expressing his dissatisfaction: "I don’t believe Moth, but I believe in Dragon Soul."

Xiao Lin patted the back of Hua Qingyi’s hand: "People fear death, that is a weakness, a common human weakness."

Hua Qingyi sat in a room that could be described as spacious, feeling troubled. Above him were some crude energy-saving lamps, in front of him was an overly large table, on which there was nothing but a desk lamp, not even a glass of water.

Three sides were walls, and directly in front of him was a mirror. To be honest, it was a special-effect mirror, and he believed a few people were whispering behind it. At this moment, he felt like a gorilla being observed, a very unpleasant feeling. He had never endured such humiliation in his life, this damn broken place.

This was the central police station of Amman City, and Hua Qingyi had been brought here at three in the morning. It had been three hours, and no one had entered the room during that time.

Hua Qingyi was furious, but he sat there calmly, not even changing his posture, while the people behind the mirror were losing their minds.

"Are you sure he’s the third-generation heir of the Hua family in Huaxia?" Director Rem of the central police station was pacing back and forth with clenched fists: "Did your brains fall into your pants?"

Standing beside him was Mahadi, the head of the criminal investigation department, who was observing Hua Qingyi through the mirror: "Director, there’s currently no evidence to link Hadley’s death to him, but the fact that his bodyguard killed four people should still stand."

"Do we have any evidence to prove that?" Rem sat down on a stool: "You need to understand the Hua family’s status in Huaxia. Now we’ve brought someone here with no evidence to prove they’re guilty, that’s a mess." (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, feel free to cast your recommendation votes and monthly tickets at Qidian (qidian.com), your support is my greatest motivation.)