Chapter 818: 492, Set out, a new journey
Another long return cycle.
Perhaps there will be many Time Travelers with mechanical limbs, worrying about recharging issues once again.
For Qing Chen, this time-travel was long and painful.
But for most Time Travelers, a month passes in the blink of an eye.
In that brief moment, it’s not even enough time for them to solve the recharging problem…
Qing Chen sat in the darkness of the bedroom.
He heard hurried footsteps coming from the mansion, then all of them stopped in front of his door, hesitating to knock.
He breathed quietly, feeling the long-lost freedom.
But Qing Chen was not happy; he seemed still trapped in that dirty pigsty where someone had just died for him.
The distant stars in the sky appeared very lonely.
But returning is not an end; for Qing Chen, it’s a new beginning.
He needed to journey again.
But before that, there were things to deal with.
Qing Chen opened the door and stepped out.
Letting the outside light shine into the dark bedroom.
Luo Wanya abruptly sat up in the dark, then hurriedly ran out.
The security personnel in the villa were stunned. They had followed Luo Wanya for over ten years and had never seen their boss this anxious.
Luo Wanya had not even lost his composure when he was trapped in the Inner World without any way out.
“Lao Luo, what’s wrong?!” someone asked.
Luo Wanya glanced at them, “Don’t ask what you shouldn’t, just move aside quickly!”
“What’s going on? Are we on the run again?” the confused men asked.
“Shut up with that bad luck talk, enforce the lockdown, and keep the weapons Boss handed out concealed. Nobody goes near the Daytime villa without Daytime’s permission!” Luo Wanya threw on a coat and rushed out of the villa.
Soon, the atmosphere outside the Daytime villa grew tense.
Security personnel were everywhere.
Now, what happened to Qing Chen in the Inner World was only spreading within the intelligence and high-level circles; ordinary people had no way of knowing about such power struggles.
The power maelstrom of that world had nothing to do with most people; some may never know the truth of certain matters their entire lives.
Of course, ignorance is bliss. That group of wealthy second generations at the Los Angeles Foreign Language School were quite happy in the 10th Prison.
But Luo Wanya was different. He was in charge of Daytime’s intelligence network, with the Parents’ Meeting extending its reach into every corner of cities 10 and 18. How could he not know what happened to Qing Chen?
Maybe he didn’t want to see harm befall the thigh he had just clung onto; maybe he admired that young man, or maybe he had grown attached to Daytime. Anyway, he was anxious.
Luo Wanya’s chubby body trembled as he ran.
Arriving at the entrance of villa number 12, the door was somehow already open, and Liu Dezhu was waiting at the door.
Luo Wanya was surprised, “Waiting for someone?”
Liu Dezhu glanced at him and said, “Waiting for you, come in, Brother Chen said you would certainly come.”
Luo Wanya paused for a moment, then followed him inside. The small detail made him feel that… the person seemed a bit different.
Upon entering, the veteran of numerous storms and waves was stunned.
However many winds and waves he had seen, he had never seen such a scene.
The young man stood silently, his upper body stripped, allowing Jiang Xue to treat his wounds.
The young man in Luo Wanya’s eyes was silently enduring. He wanted to ask what had happened but didn’t need to; those wounds were the best explanation.
Knife wounds, wolf bites, whip marks, frostbite on his hands, crisscrossed over the young man’s body.
Jiang Xue applied black ointment to the wounds; the lines of black looked like a cruel totem.
Luo Wanya couldn’t find a single unscarred part on him.
He didn’t know how much suffering the Daytime Boss had endured, but he didn’t see a trace of pain on the young and battered face.
Perhaps that was what he admired about him.
Jiang Xue and Li Tongyun applied the black ointment to the wounds while sobbing uncontrollably.
Qing Chen smiled, “Stop crying, I’m fine.”
“You call this fine?” Jiang Xue wiped her tears.
Qing Chen shook his head and closed his eyes in contemplation, “Luo Wanya, I speak, you write. The place I’m at is called A02 Base, under the Jindai Consortium. It’s the Northwest wind.”
“According to Inner World time, the sun is directly above at 18 degrees south latitude, with the direct point moving northward. Judging by the shadow length at noon, it should be at 52 degrees north latitude. The surrounding area has deciduous pine and birch trees. The Jindai Consortium has three secret military bases; only one fits this description. I’m there.”
“Lao Luo, I need you to tell Li Dongze and Qing Zhun this information when you return to the Inner World.”
Luo Wanya took out a dagger from his waist and cut his palm, “I will deliver the message, even if it kills me.”
Qing Chen couldn’t help but laugh, “What are you doing?”
“The rules of the streets: blood cut means the promise will be fulfilled, even with life,” Luo Wanya said.
Qing Chen waved helplessly, “Aunt Jiang Xue, apply some ointment to him first…”