Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Before the man could say anything, the boy implored, “Please don’t make me get out of the car… Some baddies abandoned me here; I’ll surely die in this place if you chase me away!”
Die here?
He pressed his lips into a hard line as he looked at their surroundings once more.
Indeed, if I leave this five-year-old alone here, no matter how smart he may be, he won’t be able to escape this place.
Still, how is this boy so sure that I won’t sell him off when he can’t even tell whether I’m a good person or not?
The boy looked as pitiful as the small, white puppy in his arms. Wearing an aggrieved look, he crawled his way over and hugged the man’s thigh in a bid to gain the latter’s sympathy.
“Aren’t you worried that I’m a bad guy?” he asked.
Baby Chu inclined his head with puzzlement. “Bad guy?”
“Aren’t you afraid that I’ll sell you off?”
“You look rich, though.” He patted the real leather seat and he smiled. “Selling me off won’t even fetch you enough money to buy a car like this, so you must be a good person.”
The man was lost for words.
Hah. I’ve never been described as ‘a good person’.
Hooking his lips, he told the kid, “I’m no Samaritan.”
The child did not buy his words, for it was hard to associate the word ‘baddie’ with such an elegant, noble-looking man. Thus, he sweetly responded. “Eh? No baddie will admit that they’re one. In my opinion, only those who kill people and set fire to properties are the real baddies; a rich and handsome man like you must be a good person!”
As soon as his voice dropped, a loud boom was heard; the warehouse behind them had exploded, and a fiery fire soon engulfed it.
Amid his daze, a tall, burly man approached the mafia head and respectfully reported. “We dumped the bodies in the warehouse and set it on fire.”
Gu Jinglian gave an indifferent nod, then he turned his head over to find the boy looking all stiff.
The kid lifted a finger in the direction of the burning warehouse and asked in horror. “W-Why is that place on fire…”
To which, he nonchalantly answered, “Because I set it on fire.”
“Why did you do it?” Fear started to settle in the boy, which was evident by his increasingly muffled voice and trembling shoulders.
“Because I killed someone. I’m destroying the bodies by setting them on fire.”
“…” While he did not understand what the other meant by ‘destroying the bodies’, he understood the sentence: ‘I killed someone.’ His mouth dropped to form a big ‘O’, which got the other smirking.
“Are you scared now?”
Baby Chu swallowed hard as he nodded hastily. “A-Are you really a baddie… It’s impossible! You can’t possibly be one!”
The man, whose patience had run out by then, coldly spat, “Get out.”
The child swallowed his saliva once more but promptly shook his head when he carefully sneaked a look at the wilderness outside the window.
“No.”
“…”
“It’s so cold outside; I’ll surely freeze to death.” As he spoke, tears pooled in his orbs as he tried his best to gain the sympathy of the adult. “My mother once said that saving a life is more meritorious than billing a seven-floor pagoda. Good things will happen to you if you save my life.”
