pertwk Chapter 133 Old man, do you have money?
Chapter 133 Old man, do you have money?
Yan Shuo didn't take him seriously at all and turned slightly to the side.
The weapon doll beside him immediately stepped forward and steadily blocked Kagaya Eiji's attack route.
Seeing this, Kagaya Eiji raised his hand and stabbed the porcelain shard at the doll, but the doll nimbly dodged it.
In that brief moment, Mizutani Akihiro seized the opportunity to pull out a pistol and pull the trigger at Yan Shuo and the doll.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!" Several gunshots echoed in the warm room, but when the bullets hit the weapon doll, they only made a "clang" sound and all bounced to the ground, leaving the doll unharmed.
Mizutani Akihiro was so shocked that he could have stuffed a walnut into his mouth; his pupils contracted sharply, and his mind went blank for a moment.
He had fought for many years and had never seen such an indestructible person. He stood there stunned for a moment, his face full of disbelief. How could there be such a strange thing in this world?
On the other side, Kagaya Eiji was entangled by the doll. He was a trained fighter and well-versed in swordsmanship and combat techniques. He immediately changed his move, grabbed the doll's arm, and used the force of the pull to make the doll stagger and almost fall to the ground.
Before he could take another step, another stand-in doll stepped forward and precisely locked his wrist, and the two began to fight.
Mizutani Akihiro snapped out of his daze and was about to raise his gun to aim at Yan Shuo's head when a gunshot suddenly rang out behind him.
"Ah!" he screamed as a bullet struck his wrist, and the pistol clattered to the ground on the tatami mat.
The stand-in doll quickly stepped forward, picked up the pistol, and then searched him thoroughly, finding a magazine and a beautifully decorated dagger, which she then took away.
"Give it back to me! That's the dagger bestowed upon me by the Emperor!" Mizutani Akihiro shouted anxiously, his voice filled with panic and resentment. This dagger was a symbol of his honor, and he could not allow it to fall into the hands of others.
"(ˉ▽￣～)Tch~~!" Yan Shuo sneered, his eyes full of mockery, and he couldn't be bothered to pay any attention to him.
He turned to look at Eiji Kagaya, who was still wrestling with the doll, raised his hand and pulled the trigger. With two "thuds," the bullets hit Eiji Kagaya's elbow and calf respectively.
"Ugh!" Kagaya Eiji let out a painful groan as his arms and legs instantly lost strength and could no longer support his body.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, the doll flipped over and pinned him to the ground, then grabbed his wrists behind his back and tied them tightly with rope, completely taking control of the situation.
Mizutani Akihiro looked at Kagaya Eiji, who had been subdued, and then at Yan Shuo, who was approaching step by step, his panic intensifying.
He suppressed the excruciating pain in his wrist, lowered his stance, and pleaded in a fawning voice, "Friend! Who are you? Want money? I'll give you money, the more the better! Let me go, and I'll have someone send it to you right away, how about it?"
He could tell at a glance that Yan Shuo was the leader of this group, and whether he lived or died depended entirely on Yan Shuo's attitude.
"Wait a minute." Yan Shuo glanced at him, his tone indifferent, then turned to look at Kagaya Eiji, who was pinned to the ground with hatred in his eyes, and leaned down to ask, "Old man, where did you hide your money? I turned your backyard and middle yard upside down, but I didn't find much cash. Don't play dead with me."
Kagaya Eiji gritted his teeth, staring at Yan Shuo with bloodshot eyes, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, but he remained silent. He had lost his beloved daughter and was now a prisoner, his heart filled with hatred, and he was unwilling to utter a single word.
The warm room fell into dead silence, with only the heavy breathing of the two people and the growing coldness in Yan Shuo's eyes.
"Young man, how can you ask for money like this?" Mizutani Akihiro, pressing hard on his wrist in excruciating pain, seized the opportunity to speak, his tone laced with provocation. "You killed his closest relative, and now you're forcing him to give you money? He'd rather eat you alive. How could he possibly talk?"
He wanted to use their deadly feud to stir up trouble and perhaps find a way to escape.
"Oh, is that not good?" Yan Shuo turned his head and glanced at Mizutani Akihiro, a cold smile curling at the corner of his mouth, before raising his hand and pulling the trigger again.
With two sharp "thuds," the bullets struck Kagaya Eiji's kneecap and ankle precisely, deliberately avoiding vital blood vessels, yet still causing excruciating pain.
"Ah—hiss hiss hiss..." Kagaya Eiji's face turned ashen instantly, cold sweat poured down his forehead and neck, his body convulsed in pain, his screams gradually weakened into broken gasps, and his body curled up uncontrollably.
"Old man, do you have any money?" Yan Shuo leaned down, his tone so flat it was devoid of any human warmth, as if he were asking a trivial matter.
Kagaya Eiji just gritted his teeth, glaring at him with resentful eyes, his throat making hoarse sounds, still refusing to give in.
"Pfft, pfft!" Yan Shuo didn't care at all, raised his hand and fired two more shots, hitting his other ankle and kneecap.
The shattered bone fragments felt like they were about to pierce his skin. The extreme pain caused Kagaya Eiji to completely lose control. Saliva dripped from the corners of his mouth, soaking his clothes, as he roared and screamed, "I'll kill you!"
Just as Yan Shuo was about to fire again, he saw Kagaya Eiji's eyes glaze over, and his body went limp as he was about to faint.
He raised an eyebrow, withdrew his hand, turned around, picked up a small bucket from the corner, poured a full cup of cold water, and slowly poured it over Kagaya Eiji's head.
Water dripped down his hair and cheeks, its icy chill waking him from his near-death, unconscious state.
Before the other party could recover, Yan Shuo raised his foot and stomped hard on the broken knee wound, grinding it back and forth with his foot.
"Ah—!" Kagaya Eiji's eyes rolled back, his previously limp body suddenly stiffened, and he was forced to sit up by the pain. His whole body trembled violently, and even his breathing became intermittent.
"Stop! Stop now!" Kagaya Eiji finally couldn't hold on any longer and begged for mercy in a hoarse voice, the hatred in his eyes replaced by extreme pain.
"Oh? You've figured it out? You've got money now?" Yan Shuo slowly moved his foot away, looking down at him with a tone full of sarcasm.
"No, no money!" Kagaya Eiji gasped for breath, still stubbornly holding on, a glimmer of hope still lurking in his eyes.
"Oh," Yan Shuo responded, then stepped on the wound again, this time pressing it for a full ten seconds before letting go.
Kagaya Eiji's vision went black, and he passed out.
Yan Shuo poured another glass of cold water expressionlessly, splashing it over his head to wake him up again, and then repeated the crushing motion with his foot.
Mizutani Akihiro, who was standing to the side, felt a chill run down his spine. His face turned ashen, and even his lips lost all color.
He was used to the carnage of the battlefield, but he had never seen such a cruel form of torture. Watching an old man being tormented without any dignity, the fear in his heart spread wildly. He dared not utter another word, and even his breathing was deliberately kept quiet, for fear of getting burned.
When Kagaya Eiji slowly awoke, his breath as weak as a candle flickering in the wind, Yan Shuo spoke again, his tone carrying an undeniable pressure: "Old man, have you thought it through?"
"I... I'll give you money... Will I be able to live?" Kagaya Eiji asked weakly, his voice barely audible, having already lost the strength to resist.
"No." Yan Shuo answered crisply and decisively, without the slightest hesitation.
"Why? I'm already willing to pay!" Kagaya Eiji roared, a hint of despair flashing in his eyes.