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Upon witnessing the scene before me, I could no longer hold back and turned to rush outside, where I began to vomit.
Inside, there was only a small lamp, reminiscent of an early interrogation room. The floor was littered with corpses, some even beginning to rot. Bloodstains were everywhere in the room, and there hung a person whose skin bore no intact patches.
At the same time, a voice roared within me: Zhao Lun, haven’t you made up your mind? Can’t you handle this sight? You’re pathetic, a coward!
I am not pathetic. With that thought, I raised my hand and slapped my own face with all my might. The sharp sound echoed from outside the door into the room. My subordinates watched, some confused, some curious, but none dared to question or intervene.
After that slap, Zhao Changsheng’s lips twitched slightly. He could not show any pity; if he felt sorry for me now, it would only lead to my downfall in the future.
After a brief moment of recovery, I stepped back inside with renewed determination.
Ten seconds later, Zhao Changsheng finally spoke up. He informed me that they were the ones who attacked you that night—there were several of them; one was dead, one was incapacitated, and two others remained. I found a reliable translator, but they refused to say anything.
I approached the hanging man while Old Zhao immediately instructed his subordinate to bring over Cao for translation.
“No need,” I replied. “I can speak the language of Wokou Nation.”
“You can speak it? When did you learn?”
I began speaking fluently in Wokou Nation's language. “Hey, do you remember me?”
“Is the boss still around?”
“Are you stupid? Of course he is! He can speak it, but I can’t understand him!”
Zhao Changsheng had never expected that I could still speak Wokou Nation's language. When the hanging man saw me, his pupils shrank slightly before he turned his head away and refused to look at me again.
I noted this small gesture and stepped outside to make a phone call, waiting for news from the other end. Ten minutes later, a voice came through: “Zhao Lun, it’s done. The information has been sent to your phone.”
“Great! Hu Yao, I’ll treat you to dinner later.”
With that, I hung up just as Cao was brought over by my subordinates. I glanced at him; he was arranged by Old Zhao, and I had no doubts about him.
Returning to the room, I looked at my phone and said one sentence: “Yamamoto Itada, age ____, Wokou Nation Chong City resident, married; wife named Yamamoto Mi, age ____, has a son aged ____, attending Chongshi Experimental Primary School. Is that correct, Yamamoto Itada?”
As soon as I finished speaking, the man who had been silent for nearly a month suddenly went berserk, struggling and roaring like mad: “Baka! What do you want? I warn you—don’t touch them!”
Old Zhao looked bewildered at everything unfolding before him; he hadn’t expected my words would send this Wokou scoundrel into a frenzy so quickly. “What did they say?”
Cao translated what I had said for Old Zhao. Upon hearing this, Old Zhao gasped in shock and remarked on the rules of their underworld: “You don’t touch people’s families.” But here with me? Who cares about rules?
I remained silent, my head lowered as I focused on the messages on my phone. He started to panic, exclaiming, "Aren't you people from the Dragon Kingdom supposed to follow the rules? Don't you abide by the laws of your own world?"
"Oh? Rules? Then go find the ones who made the rules. It's not like I set them, so why should I follow them?"
Cao translated in real-time, ensuring Old Zhao understood everything we were saying. Upon hearing this, he could only mutter a curse under his breath, calling me shameless. Yet, inside, he felt a surge of joy. Yes, it wasn't his rules; why should he be bound by them? It seemed he had discovered something remarkable about me, and his excitement was palpable.
"Ugh! You people from the Dragon Kingdom are truly despicable! Aren't you supposed to be known as a land of etiquette? Just kneel and beg me, and I'll tell you everything I know."
Even as he faced imminent defeat, he still tried to act tough. His words ignited the anger within me.
A land of etiquette, huh?
Yamamoto Itada thought I would actually comply, looking at me with a mocking expression.
Instead, I turned around and snatched a steel pipe from one of my subordinates, swinging it directly at him while declaring loudly, "This is our Dragon Kingdom's land of etiquette! Bang! Bang! Bang!"
With each "bang," I swung the pipe again.
After hearing the simultaneous translation, Old Zhao jumped up in excitement. "What a land of etiquette!"
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