Evil Awe-Inspiring 130 Two Ways

The days of hiding are boring. In the first days, all I did was lie in bed and be dazzed.

At first, I missed my home very much... I miss Didi, my three diehard followers, and Nanny, even little moneygrubber.

Because I have wounds and could not touch water, I couldn't bathe for many days, and I can smell a strange smell on myself. Fat feloow took good care of me and wipes me with a wet towel all the time, but I quickly refused his "kindness".

His strength is too great, and he often rubbed my wounds to death without looking at the body parts. And at this time, I miss little moneygrubber very much. Amy, after all, is a professional nurse. She often rubbed my body when I was hurt last time, but her movements are meticulous and gentle, and hardly hurt me at all.

Fat fellow talks and laughs with me every day. I never see any worried expression on his face. It doesn't matter if the sky falls down. He goes out every some days to buy some necessities.

I sit in room every day and don't go out. I don't know what's going on outside. There's no TV, no newspaper. For a long time, I even forget whhich day it is.

I only remember that he went out every seven or eight days, and when he went out three times, my injuries were almost recoveried.

When the scar on my body is getting better, it's actually my worst time. People who have not been injured are incomprehensible. The biggest problem I face is itching.

There are more than a dozen scars all over my body. The wounds have almost healed.. The outer sh.e.l.l of a scar is falling off, but it still sticks to the skin a little bit.

Almost all the time, I feel the itching of those wounds all over my body like countless ants crawling around! But at this time, you can't grasp it, because the wounds are not all right after all. Once they are broken, it will be troublesome again!

If it's just one scar, I'll bite my teeth and endure it. But there are more than a dozen itches all over the body. This kind of taste, I even feel more difficult than when I was chopped by knives!

Fat fellow looks at me struggling every day, and he has the funny looks on face.

In fact, he is also very bored. Two big men are stuffy in the room every day and do not go out. At the beginning, we can talk about something, but after a long time, all the topics have been chatted.

But I feel like I'm alive day by day, and I've survived that kind of blow a little bit.

Sometimes I have a genuine smile on my face. At this time, he would look at me deeply.

I know, there's meaning in that look. But I won't say that.

Sometimes fat fellow took out a board in the room, then drew a round target hanging on the courtyard wall, holding one or two kitchen knives, standing at the door of the room, about seven or eight meters away, and idly throw flying knives to play.

He throws at the right end. After a long time, the center of the board target was almost punctured, and there was no puncture around the board!

I can't help recalling that day when he was saving me, he threw the screwdriver at random, which pierced the hand of the guy who was shooting me with the gun.

I'm finally able to move and all the bandages are removed. The wounds inside have basically healed. The skin and flesh of the wounds are tender and red, and there are obvious differences in colour and l.u.s.tre between the wounds and other places.

I could only lie down or sit for nearly a month. I feel that my whole body is rusting. The first thing is to move around in the yard. I remove several stools and debris from the yard, take off my jacket, do a hundred push-ups naked in the yard at one breath, then twist my waist and kick my legs, and stretch my muscles and bones.

I close my eyes and calm down, raise my hand and make a posture. Then I punch a set of punches and feel my body is warming from inside to outside.

The more I practice in the yard, the more energetic I am. I have punched five or six times in one breath, which makes me gasp slightly.

After all, I've just recovered from serious injuries, and I've been slack in recent years. I feel that I am in a worse state than the time I was first learning kongfu from my master.

Fat man does not know when he has stood silently at the door, leans against the wall with his arms, watching me finish my punch, then laughs and claps his hands and says, "Good kongfu!"

He slowly comes over and pats me on the shoulder. "Who did you learn your kongfu from? Very good!" I'm gasping and wipe my sweat. "I learned from my master when I was very young."

He nods his head, without saying a word, and then suddenly says slowly, "The master who taught you is a real master. Nowadays, there are too few people who can practise the real martial arts. Most of them are false."

I shake my head and say, "I feel like I'm going too far backwards. The days of ease have been too long."

He nods: "You just have a sense of crisis is okay! We about eat dinner, you just clean up."

I look at myself sweating and laughing. "d.a.m.n, I need to take a bath first. I haven't taken a bath for more than 20 days. It feels like there's a weird smell in the room!"

He looks at the smile on my face, and there's a little consolation in his eyes. He laughs and says, "I'm not afraid of stink. I used to squat in foxhole on the battlefield. Don't know how much stink I've smelled!?"

I take a bath happily and I almost rubbed a layer of skin off my body. After that, my whole body seems to be a little lighter.

In the evening, fat fellow cooks a table of meals, four dishes and a soup, with meat and vegetable, and there's even a bottle of white spirits on the table.

I'm somewhat surprised. He's already sitting at the table, and his expression is a little serious, looks at me and says: "You sit down. I have something to say to you."

I look at him, nod and sit opposite him.

He pours me a gla.s.s of wine first, and then raises the gla.s.s: "Cheers!"

I'm speechless, touch his gla.s.s with mine and drink it all.

The wine was apparently bought in a small shop near the village. Low-quality liquor, the entrance is very spicy, the taste is a little strange, but strong enough.

He drinks three shots with me in one breath before putting down the gla.s.s. Looking at me, he says, "When I went out today, I finished for information outside."

"Well." I nod and answer, waiting for him to continue.

"This time the thing is over. Juan did it very cleanly. He took a man and a woman two bodies to big boss. Big boss had the body chopped and fed to the dog. Well! Now the order for killing you outside has been withdrawn."

"OK." I still have no expression on my face.

"Juan has benefited from this incident. He was in a bad situation these days, but the thing happened with the big boss's son. Unfortunately, Jimmy Chow was the guy to take the responsibility. Now Jimmy Chow has downfallen, and if it weren't for his backing, I'm afraid he'd die this time. But let's pa.s.s him, now Juan's back to authority... Boy..." He looks up at me with a strange expression on his face: "To tell you the truth, this is a mistake, but you helped Juan again. As a result, he regained his lost territory and resumed his position."

"Yes." I still don't speak.

"Now it's quiet outside, but your trouble hasn't been solved." He looks at me and says, "Juan won't let you go. Because he gave the bodies, if you were found not dead, then he is finished! Now there's no room to go back! So from any point of view, he will not let you go. At least think of ways to make you never appear again! So..."

"You say it, I listen." I sigh, "Juan, he... What does he want?" When it comes to "Juan", I have a cruel grip on my heart.

"So you have to leave!" His voice without any emotion, says in light way: "You can't go home, if you go back, Juan will try his best to kill you. Your only advantage is: Juan dares not to use all the strength to kill you, because he is afraid of being known. But I don't know how much power he has controlled in gang for so many years, boy..." He takes a deep breath. The tone is a bit complicated: "I know you want to go home very much. But now you can't go back! You must go, leave! If you go back and Juan finds you, you're dead! Jim let you go once, but next time he sees you again, it may not be!"

"What shall I do then?" I laugh bitterly.

"I'll give you two ways to go." He calmly looks at me: "First, you go to the northwest, or to the mountains, anyway, find a small place, such as a small county town, find a small job, shrink your head for a lifetime. As long as you are not found by Juan, escape from his sight. You're safe! But you have to be honest all your life. You can't get into trouble! Even if you encounter anything later, you should be careful to clip your tail to be a man, tolerate everything, and can't get ahead, even if you are given the opportunity to make you prosperous, you can't do it! You have to be the lowest citizen all your life!"

The muscles in my face twitch and I say expressionlessly, "What about the second way?"

He is silent for a while, and suddenly laughs. His smile is condemned: "I really don't want you to take the second road..."

He lights a cigarette, takes two sips, and then stares at me: "The second way, I'll send you abroad! Let you go to a friend of mine. Later you follow him, stand out outside and work out a way! Wait till you're rich and powerful, n.o.body can touch you anymore then!"

Speaking of this, he slowly pulls out a gun from don't know somewhere, slaps it gently on the table: "You can't go back on this road!" He looks at me and says with a sneer, "No one can be believed in the future, no one! The only thing you can trust is this fellow in your hand!"

He slowly pushes the gun to me.

His eyes are cold and deep.