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Suddenly, a massive figure lunged towards me, cushioning my fall as it enveloped me tightly in its embrace. In an instant, everyone rushed out to pull us up. The shadow was the Island Master, and as he was lifted, I noticed a large patch on his back had already been corroded away.
It was horrifying; all the flesh looked like melted lard, sticky and clumped together. Yet he simply furrowed his brow tightly, not uttering a word.
A burly man hurriedly carried the Island Master away. I wanted to follow, but he stopped me.
"Yan Xi, don’t come. I’ll take the Island Master for treatment. You stay here at the club and don’t go anywhere," he said.
Seeing him so weak and on the verge of collapsing made my eyes well up with tears. "No, I have to go."
He grew anxious, raising his voice slightly. "Just stay put and don’t cause any trouble."
I was held back, left standing there as I watched the burly man carry the Island Master away. The sight of his back was etched deeply in my mind, causing my hands to tremble uncontrollably.
Just moments before he was lifted, his hand had still been tightly wrapped around my waist, yet his eyes seemed to mock me—mocking my helplessness, that in the end, it was still him who had to step in to save me.
My self-assured strength turned out to be nothing more than arrogance.
I was arranged back to the Private Room, my mind slowly cooling down. Suddenly, a thought struck me. He could have avoided it; at the moment he charged towards me, there was still some space. With his skills, he could have turned around and embraced me to evade the danger. Why did he have to make himself suffer?
His back was covered in melted scars. What on earth was he trying to do? These questions left me utterly perplexed, and no matter how hard I thought, I couldn't make sense of it.
At eight in the evening, the big man returned. As soon as I saw him, I rushed over anxiously and asked, "How is the Island Master? Is everything alright?"
"Everything's fine, don't worry. The Island Master is doing well. I'm just bringing some things back for him," he replied without even looking at me, hurriedly grabbing his belongings and preparing to leave.
"Wait! I want to go with you," I interrupted before he could say anything.
"If you don't let me go, I'll just go by myself and never return to the island with you again," I threatened.
It seemed my words startled him into silence for a moment. He nodded and led me out of the club.
Once we got into the car, I assumed he would take me to the hospital to see the Island Master. To my surprise, he drove me to a residential area instead.
This neighborhood looked quite nice and upscale, with several young security guards stationed at the entrance, unlike the old doorman at the usual building.
The tall man led me through a maze of corridors into the elevator.
"Who lives here?" I asked curiously.
He glanced at me. "This is the place where the Island Master usually rests in H City."
I found it strange that the Island Master wasn't at the hospital but resting at home instead. Just then, I remembered that the Island Master had no heartbeat. Could it be that he wasn't human and therefore couldn't see a doctor?
Inside the dimly lit room, three people in gray coats surrounded a bed. Through a gap, I could see that the person lying on the bed was likely the Island Master. His back was completely cut open, and they were stitching him up bit by bit.
It seemed he sensed my presence, as he suddenly opened his eyes and looked in my direction. Our gazes met, and his intense stare felt mocking, making me unable to hold his gaze.
He waved his hand at the others, and the tall man led them out of the room.
Now, only the two of us remained in the room. The temperature felt unnaturally high, and I wanted to leave, but my feet felt glued to the floor, unable to move.
He glanced at me again, and like a moth drawn to a flame, I slowly walked over to him. I stopped in front of him, speechless, my eyes lingering on his back.
His back was a gruesome sight, almost devoid of any uninjured flesh.
I must have seen it wrong. No matter the reason, no one should treat their own like this.
Struggling to speak, I said, "Island Master, I'm sorry for dragging you into this."
"Do you still want revenge?"
"Huh?"
His sudden question caught me off guard. It wasn't until he shot me a glare that I finally processed it and mumbled in response, "I do."
He smirked mockingly at me. "Going about it this way is just asking for death. Taking your son along for the ride? You might as well let me eat him to replenish my strength."
This guy was infuriating...
I was practically seething. How could someone be so obsessed with eating my son?
Having seen enough of my silence, he leaned closer. "What's wrong? Are you still unhappy?"
"I wouldn't dare," I replied softly.
His deep-set eyes glared at me before he patted the seat beside him, signaling for me to come over.
I hesitated, unsure if I should approach. Before I could think it through, a powerful force pulled me forward relentlessly.
It was an invisible strength; I tried to struggle against it, but it was futile.
I looked up to see Island Master squinting at a point, and I followed his gaze, moving forward until I sat down in the seat he had just indicated. Only then did that force dissipate.
He lay on the bed, his eyes like shining obsidian, staring at me like a lazy cat watching its prey.
"Island Master, thank you for today. If it weren't for you, I would be the one lying here."
I meant every word; after all, he was injured for my sake.
He smirked, and with that handsome face of his, he looked as charming as ever. "You're hopeless."
I knew there wouldn't be anything nice coming from his mouth.
Being looked down upon made me unhappy too. "Island Master, I know I'm not very capable. You've helped me so much already."
"What's this? Ready to give up already?"
He raised an eyebrow, looking at me provocatively.
"Island Master, I'll take care of my own revenge. I don't want to trouble you."
Not wanting to waste any more words with him, I stood up to leave.
I heard the sound of a drawer opening behind me, but I didn't turn back. Out of sight, out of mind; if I couldn't confront him, I could at least avoid him.
Just as my hand reached for the doorknob, a statement from behind made me stop and turn around.
"Do you want to see your parents?"
I quickly spun around to look at him. "What do you mean?"
He threw a stack of photos onto the ground.
I bent down to look at the most recent photo, and immediately recognized the familiar figure of my dad.
In a panic, I hurriedly picked up each photo to examine them. In the pictures, my parents were tied up, their eyes covered, placed on a boat, unsure of where they were being taken.
There were also some photos taken before I returned home, in our village, featuring none other than Jin Ping, alongside another figure who was indeed the Cult Leader.
How did they end up together? As I gathered all the photos, a thought suddenly crossed my mind, but I quickly dismissed it.
I walked back to Island Master and pointed at him, asking, “You’re lying to me, aren’t you? How could my parents possibly be in the hands of the Cult of Spirits? Liu Qingfeng took them away; he told me to be safe.”
He looked at me with a cold smile. “You really are adorable,” he said.
I felt like I was losing my mind; a chill ran through me as I shouted at him, “You’re lying to me! You’re definitely lying!”
He just laughed and remained silent.
Furious, I grabbed him by the collar and demanded, “Tell me!”
“You’ve seen it for yourself; why ask me?”
His response confirmed my suspicions. It was true then.
No, I had to rush to the Cult of Spirits. My parents had been kidnapped; I needed to find the Spirit Sect Leader and demand their return. They absolutely could not harm my parents.
Even if it meant death, I would bring them back.
With that thought in mind, I dashed out.
"Big Man,"
the Island Master shouted. The burly man guarding the door rushed in and grabbed me tightly.
I kicked and hit him with all my might, yelling, "Let me go, you damned bastard! Hurry up and let me go, I need to save them!"
His strength was immense, like a giant clamp holding me in place, preventing any movement.
In my mind, I could almost visualize the torment my parents were enduring; their cries echoed in my ears.
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