strictlysupreme Chapter 2002 What kind of story do you want to hear?
Chapter 2002 What kind of story do you want to hear?
When Wu Liang saw that Zhou Lie was going to do something serious, he became anxious.
Where to bet on?
This island is so strange and full of dangers. If we really take the silver ingot away, how terrible will the consequences be?
He dared not think.
He quickly took two steps forward, putting on a smile: "No, Master Zhou, we can talk it out. Maybe there's some misunderstanding."
Zhou Lie really valued the silver ingot from the bottom of his heart and wanted to keep it for himself.
Hearing this, he hesitated for a moment and said, "Then I'll give you one last chance."
His gaze fell on Yinding's face, and his voice was shrouded in coldness: "I'm asking you again, the martial law order was issued when you first arrived. Why did you insist on leaving the yard?"
Yinding sneered, "Like I said, an assassin climbed over the wall and stabbed me on the bed and my arm with his knife. How could I let him go? He ran away, so I chased him out to see what happened. It's that simple."
Wu Liang took a half step forward, his thick brows knitted into knots. "Exactly! Are we really going to stay in this room and wait for death? Are we going to watch the assassin slip away right under our noses?"
"Shut up!" Zhou Lie turned and glared at him, then pointed at the captured woman. "What about her? What's going on?"
The woman's face was still covered with tears, and she subconsciously looked at the silver ingot.
Yinding glanced at her, unconcerned. "I'm just seeing injustice. Two grown men carrying her into the woods, any fool would know what they're doing. Are they really going to watch her get raped?"
"Where are those two men?" Zhou Lie's voice suddenly rose. "You rescued them. Where are they?"
Yinding said without hesitation: "Kill him. I'll keep the beast that dragged me into the woods to kill me, just to sully my knife."
Zhou Lie's chest heaved with rage. He waved his hand and ordered, "Lock him up with this woman! Starve him for three days, and see if he still has the nerve to talk!"
The two guards immediately stepped forward and twisted Yinding's arm. Wu Liang was so anxious that he wanted to rush forward, but was stopped by the look in Yinding's eyes.
The reminder in that look instantly calmed his heated mind and made his feet stop in their tracks.
There was only half a stack of hay in the woodshed where the woman was detained, and she was still crying when she was brought in.
She looked at the silver ingot and choked with remorse: "I'm sorry, I got you into trouble."
Yinding glanced at her and said, "It doesn't matter if it's not implicated or not. How did you get caught?"
Yinding also had some guesses in his mind. The two men had not returned, which should have aroused their suspicion, and then they would search for her. The woman might have been found at that time.
However, in terms of time, it was a bit too fast.
The woman cried even harder: "It's all my fault. If I hadn't seen a mouse and got scared, I wouldn't have alarmed them, wouldn't have been caught, and you wouldn't have been locked up..."
Yinding looked at the broken window and said, "It's none of your business. Even if it wasn't you, I would still take care of it if I ran into something else."
"Why?" the woman raised her tearful eyes. "They say the rules here are very strict. If you break the rules, you'll either be punished or even killed. Aren't you afraid?"
Yinding shook his head: "There's nothing to be afraid of."
He stopped talking, wondering what to do next.
Wu Liang is not an impulsive person. As long as there is one person outside, he is not afraid.
Just as he was thinking about it, the woman asked, "My name is Mu Wan. May I ask what your name is, benefactor?"
"What's the point of being fair or not? My name is Little Silver Man," Yinding held a piece of grass in his mouth.
Probably because he was poisoned, Zhou Lie was not afraid that he would run away, so he did not tie him up.
Not to mention Mu Wan, who was so weak that he had difficulty even running.
"So, Brother Yin, where are you from? I see you're different from them. Why did you come here?"
Yin Ding sighed softly: "I...don't say it."
Mu Wan's tears fell: "Are you still blaming me?"
"That's not the case. It's just that my experience is very simple and there's nothing much to say."
Mu Wan smiled bitterly, "How could anyone be simpler than me? I was locked up in the backyard since I was little, used as a bargaining chip to be exchanged for a betrothal gift. I'd never been anywhere, and I didn't know anyone. Then one day my mother died, and my father sold me out for the family shop."
"He's also a miserable person," Yinding said with great sympathy, "Then I'll tell you something too."
"My father used to be a constable. When I was thirteen, I saw him being stabbed three times by criminals while trying to save a kidnapped girl.
Lying on his sickbed, he said, "Rules are dead, but people's hearts are alive." Later, he passed away. My mother and I fled from famine, and on the way we encountered robbers. It was a peddler who saved us.
The peddler said, "If you can tolerate injustice when you see it, you are not a real man."
Mu Wan's crying gradually subsided, with only occasional sobs: "Then your mother..."
"I didn't make it through the winter two years ago." Yinding's voice was very soft, "Before my mother passed away, she said that a person can be illiterate, but he must have a conscience.
If I had turned away when those beasts were about to attack you, all I would have seen when I closed my eyes at night would be my mother's face."
Mu Wan nodded with tears in her eyes: "Your mother is a good person."
Yin Ding said without hesitation: "Of course."
After Yinding finished speaking, he took out a meat pie from his arms and took a bite. The aroma of oil spread instantly.
He handed it to Mu Wan: "Do you want to eat it?"
Mu Wan hesitated and looked at the place where the silver ingot had been bitten.
"No, no need."
Yinding didn't say anything more and took another bite.
"Is the person who spoke for you your friend?"
"I guess so," Yinding chewed a meat pie, "We met on the way. He was being hunted by his enemies and was nearly beaten to death. I was passing by and saved him. Since then, we've been traveling the world together."
"Why?" Mu Wan said, "I mean, why is he being hunted by his enemies?"
"You're asking that question... then aren't enemies meant to be killed? Otherwise, why would they be called enemies?"
Mu Wan blushed: "That's true."
"Did anything unusual happen to you during your time in the martial arts world? Can you tell me about it?"
Yinding finished his meat pie, thought for a moment, and said, "There are so many things to say. Which one do you want to hear about?"
Mu Wan was stunned: "Which type?"
"Chivalrous and righteous types, small-time counterattack types, super-rich slapping types, and revenge types."
As Yinding spoke, he recalled that there were other categories, but he couldn't remember them clearly.
Mu Wan: “???”
"What is the 'super-rich face-slapping' type?"
I can understand everything else, but this one, I don’t quite understand.
Yinding found a comfortable position and lay down on the pile of firewood.
"It's about a man who's incredibly rich, but no one knows about it. They look down on him and keep courting disaster. Finally, he reveals his true identity, throws money at people, and slaps them in the face."
Mu Wan was very interested: "That sounds interesting."
He looked at the silver ingot again: "So you are a rich man?"
It doesn't look like it.
Yinding shook his head: "Me? I didn't have it at first, then it was okay, but now it's not so good either."
He was originally a homeless child, and only after following the prince did he become a human being. Now he pretends to be a gangster, so naturally he has no money.
This isn't a lie, is it?