Chapter Ninety-Two: Serving the People

He had better hurry up and talk his way through this before the man noticed, then make a run for it. This faction absolutely could not be joined, or there would be trouble waiting for him later.

Secretly, he broke out in a cold sweat for himself. After all, the way things had looked just now really could have led one to misunderstand.

The director looked baffled, even shooting Ye Ping a reproachful glare. Treating the person they were trying to recruit like that was terribly rude.

Ye Ping felt a dull ache in his head. It was embarrassing to say anything, especially with other people around. He had no face to bring up something like this, and it even involved him personally. Better to muddle through it. This Tang god was filthy to the bone; what on earth was he thinking?

He lowered his gaze, drawing his eyes to his nose and his nose to his heart, and bore this look of incomprehension from the world all by himself.

Sometimes being too clever really was not a good thing. Being a fool could be quite nice now and then. Just look at the dazed expressions on the others’ faces; he suddenly felt how happy they were.

The director had come out mainly as a mediator, trying to brainwash Tang god into accepting the invitation and shaping a correct worldview and outlook on life as a gene warrior.

And then, once again, he was “politely” rejected by Tang god.

Yes, that old question again: could it be converted into cash? He preferred money.

In the end, the director retreated in defeat, able only to sigh in regret that a genius had fallen so far.

Ye Ping was left to clean up. He briefly recorded Tang god’s information, though in truth they already had all of it, including the details of how Tang god had killed Liu Xin.

With four gene warriors eager to testify, all of them escorting awakening fluid just like Liu Xin, everything became very simple.

What had seemed like a ridiculous law when it was first drafted was now proving its worth in the real world.

Just as things were about to end, Ye Ping suddenly looked up and said, “Oh, right, classmate Tang god, you’re a strength-type gene warrior, right? May I ask what grade of awakening fluid you used to awaken?”

The others in the room immediately pricked up their ears. To be honest, they were truly curious about Tang god. Generally speaking, awakening took place at the age of eighteen, and that was true even for major families, except in special circumstances. According to awakening records and these years of statistics, eighteen was the age with the highest success rate and the lowest mortality rate.

So when had Tang god awakened? What quality of awakening fluid had he used?

Tang god was also taken aback. Strength-type? Because of the overwhelmingly one-sided force he had used against Liu Xin? Fine, for now, he would just accept that he was a strength-type.

Seeing the probing, expectant looks in their eyes, if he did not say something, these people would probably keep their attention fixed on him in the future. Keep a low profile, keep a low profile.

After a moment’s thought, he lifted his gaze slightly toward the upper left, putting on a faint look of reminiscence, and slowly said, “It was the winter when I was ten. That day the snow was falling in sheets. As usual, I was on my way to a fast-food shop to take a part-time job. On the road, I saw an old beggar curled up from the cold, trembling all over. As a young man with ideals, morals, culture, and discipline, how could I just stand by and do nothing? All right, fine, I really did ignore him, because I didn’t have a penny on me at the time. But after thinking about it, I left. Still, the whole day while I was working part-time, I kept thinking about that old beggar. I struggled countless times, wanting to go check on him. Only after I got off work, on the way back, did I see that beggar again in the snow. By then he had already been buried under it all and had stopped trembling. I went over to look. It turned out he had already... fallen asleep. I thought about it, then placed the nutritional meal the shop owner had given me in front of him and left. But just as I was leaving, the old beggar suddenly opened his eyes and said, 'Are you thirsty?' I’ll be honest, I really was thirsty at the time, so he handed me a cup of water. After I drank it, I went home, fainted, and when I woke up the next day, I had awakened.”

Ye Ping: “......”

The others: “.......”

Listening to Tang god tell a story was truly an aggravating experience. At any rate, that much they had learned. Even they, steady and mature as they were, could kill without so much as changing expression, yet during Tang god’s story, their faces twitched no fewer than several times.

After finishing, Tang god still felt a little unsatisfied. He thought the story had been wonderfully exciting. Lifting his head, he looked at Ye Ping, and found Ye Ping staring back at him with an expression that plainly said, Are you fucking kidding me?

Tang god asked in confusion, “What’s wrong? Was my story not good?”

Ye Ping held back his irritation and asked patiently, “Was there some hidden meaning in everything you said earlier?”

Tang god replied with complete naturalness, “A buildup. It also shows how complicated my feelings were at the time, actually giving my only ration to a beggar. People like me, who are this good, really are rare in this world.”

Ye Ping: “......”

He had the urge to swear.

He did not believe a single word Tang god said, not one punctuation mark, but the key point was that Tang god was speaking so solemnly and confidently that he could not even cut in.

Because he had asked, and Tang god had answered, even adding a recollection for good measure. Whether he believed it or not was up to him.

This handsome young man was definitely no harmless sort.

Ye Ping felt that in front of Tang god, he had never once held the initiative. He always ended up being led astray without noticing, and precisely that ability made him feel as though a thorn were pressed against his back, stirring up that damnable agitation in his usually calm heart time and again.

He had met many big shots and faced countless gene warriors, too many to count. Yet today, facing a young man barely eighteen and not even truly graduated, he somehow felt more exhausted than when facing those big shots.

Tang god suddenly stood and said, “Mr. Ye Ping, then I’m done cooperating with the investigation, right? Would you mind sending me back? I still have to go with the school to the gene martial hall for a test later. After that, I can at least manage a bite to eat. I really envy people like you big shots. You never lack for anything.”

Ye Ping immediately recovered his professional smile, extended a hand, and said with a laugh, “Thank you, classmate Tang god, for being so cooperative. If everyone were like you, we’d really save ourselves a great deal of trouble.”

“Hahaha.”

Tang god shook his hand and smiled brightly. “It’s only right. Serving the people, after all! It’s my honor.”

Ye Ping’s mouth twitched again. Serving the people, my ass. You’re here to cooperate with the investigation, because you killed someone!

Just as Tang god turned to leave with the others—

“Oh, right, classmate Tang god, was this your first time killing someone?” Ye Ping’s voice came again.

Tang god froze, then looked back at Ye Ping in confusion. “Is that part of the investigation too?”

Ye Ping shrugged. “I’m just curious. After all, you were far too practiced this time. It didn’t seem like your first.”

Tang god gave him a thumbs-up and praised him, “Good eye!”

With that, he gave Ye Ping a meaningful look, turned, and strode away. He was dashing and carefree, and from beginning to end the sunny smile on his face never changed. He looked like the big brother next door, harmless to both people and beasts, and he even chatted a few words now and then with the gene warrior walking beside him.