Infinite Ebullience
Chapter 1039 - 18 Redemption_2

Chapter 1039: Chapter 18 Redemption_2

The prostitute, bare-bottomed, picked up her clothes and, without bothering to put them on, took off running.

"Catch her," Sekiya Ganta bellowed, and Aoki Hiroshi and Ota Nobe lunged forward immediately, catching up to the prostitute, grabbing her arms, and dragging her back.

"Aihara-chan, please be ruthless for the sake of survival!" Sekiya Ganta picked up a baseball bat and walked over to Aihara Chiharu, handing it to her.

"Is there really no other way?" Aihara Chiharu didn’t take it, her round face twisted in conflict.

This Japanese girl wasn’t tall, barely reaching 1.6 meters, with an average looking face, scoring about sixty points out of a hundred. She was wearing protective clothing with regular clothes on top, her figure slightly plump. She wasn’t beautiful, but the small dimples and the canine tooth on the left side of her mouth made her rather cute.

"Aihara-chan, just do it. Do you want to die here?" Aoki Hiroshi urged his companion. "And no one will hold you legally responsible, right? This is just a game, think of them as NPCs, won’t you?"

"But, but they bleed too, and it hurts them as well," Aihara Chiharu covered her cheeks, violently shaking her head. This action went completely against the good education she had received and her principles of conduct. She couldn’t bring herself to do it.

"What a pity, such a nice girl," Dantai sighed. The Trojans enjoyed playing with people’s hearts. Without change, Aihara wouldn’t survive. But even if she did, her kindness would be gone.

"Yeah, running into a mission like this on the first go." Zhang Heng had no psychological pressure, walking over with a stack of US dollars in hand. "For you."

"You sure adapt quickly," Dantai mocked, snatching the stack and pulling out a wrinkled, blood-stained bill to slap into Zhang Heng’s hand.

"Just close your eyes and swing it down, Aihara-chan. Think about your family, your young life. Do you really want to die? You haven’t even experienced love yet. Don’t you want a boyfriend who will cherish you?" Sekiya Ganta forcefully placed the baseball bat in Aihara Chiharu’s hand, holding her hand, and smashed it down on the prostitute.

Instantly, the prostitute’s forehead split open, oozing out thick blood. Hearing her screams, Aihara instinctively stepped back, about to drop the bat.

"Cover her eyes." Aoki Hiroshi blocked the prostitute’s mouth and had Ota Nobe find a strip of cloth to cover her angry eyes. He didn’t want Aihara to be unsettled.

"Japanese really stick together." Dantai reflected and then grew colder. "Let’s go, take her to the alleys. With all this commotion, people will come soon."

In a narrow, pitch-dark alley, Aihara Chiharu finally acted, closing her eyes, as if she had gone mad, pounding the prostitute’s body.

Aoki Hiroshi got hit by the bat, but didn’t make a sound.

The prostitute could not make a noise, but the twisted expression on her face conveyed the immense pain she was enduring: her bones were broken, and her viscera were bleeding.

"Stop, or she’ll die," Tang Zheng said, causing Sekiya Ganta to quickly restrain Aihara.

"We’re still 12 points short!" The Red Trojan Horse’s reminder sounded like a malicious curse, nearly causing Aihara Chiharu to collapse.

"Ruining her face will make her unfit to be a prostitute, unable to support herself. You could probably earn quite a few points," Ota Nobe hesitated but still suggested. "Taking such action could be seen as ruining her life indirectly, which should be heavily penalized in terms of sin points."

"Please, don’t do this," Aoki Hiroshi inadvertently released the prostitute’s mouth, and she immediately screamed, struggling more violently. If she couldn’t work as a prostitute, she would have no way to survive in this city. She would become a beggar, and then starve to death.

"I’ll wait for you at the corner of the street," Tang Zheng couldn’t watch any longer, but he didn’t intervene; after all, this was the Trojan Horse Game.

Teng Yuangxiang and Pang Meiqin hurried to follow, while Dantai stood with arms crossed, watching what the Japanese would do.

About two minutes later, the prostitute’s screams burst forth, filled with despair, grief, and heart-wrenching agony that penetrated the soul. But soon her mouth was gagged again.

Dantai and the others emerged, Aihara Chiharu having earned 30 points, though she herself had a rigid expression and lifeless eyes, as if she had lost her soul. She was barely being propped up by her companions.

"Let’s go." Dantai wrapped an arm around Tang Zheng’s shoulders, wary of his soft-heartedness.

"Damn it, what are we doing?" After walking more than ten meters without hearing any noise from the dark alleys—silence that seemed even more terrifying than screams—Tang Zheng pulled away from Dantai’s grip and turned to walk back.

"Tang Zheng, don’t do good deeds; you’ll lose points," the Red Trojan Horse warned.

Tang Zheng ignored the warning and walked forward with determined steps, not showing the slightest hesitation!

"What are you going to do? Don’t be impulsive. Saving her will cost you points," Teng Yuangxiang said anxiously, trying to pull Tang Zheng back, but Dantai held her back.

"Forget it, that’s just the kind of person he is." For some reason, watching Tang Zheng’s erect figure, Zongqi Dantai suddenly felt very reassured, thinking that this was the demeanor a group leader should have.

"He will definitely find a win-win solution," Pang Meiqin said with sparkling eyes, firmly believing that Tang Zheng would succeed.

In the damp and dirty alley, prostitutes curled up on the ground like pathetic creatures, silently weeping. An arm, covered in bruises and swollen marks, was raised and gripped the mossy wall tightly, its joints white from the strain, and her fingernails pried up from the effort.

Hearing footsteps approaching, the prostitute’s body shivered and curled into a tighter ball.

As Tang Zheng drew near, he saw that the prostitute’s entire face was slashed by a blade, with blood trails crisscrossing, making her look both pitiful and fierce.

"Take this money, leave this city, and settle down in a place where nobody knows you!" Tang Zheng took out all the US dollars he had—a total of ten bundles, one hundred thousand US dollars—and placed them on the prostitute. "Don’t give up hope, don’t give up on yourself. When you’re in pain, don’t forget to smile. I believe you will definitely find happiness."

This was the nearly three million he got from the six thugs at the inn. In this city, it could afford her a carefree life for at least a few years.

After suffering so much that night, the prostitute nearly collapsed. It took her a full minute to comprehend what had happened before she clutched the money tightly to her chest, money she would have to work day and night as a prostitute for ten years to save up.

"Tang Zheng, you damn do-gooder, because of your kindness, the sin points you accumulated tonight have been reset to zero. I hope you think carefully next time before you act!" the Red Trojan Horse announced displeasedly.

"Can you give me a moment of peace?" Tang Zheng’s lips moved, but in the end, he couldn’t say anything and turned to leave.

The prostitute took one last look at Tang Zheng’s tall figure, then left the City of God. With that money, she found a farmer in the countryside who didn’t shun her. A month later, she married the unattractive man and together they worked on their farm, had three children, and lived happily ever after.

Every time the rising sun shone through the bright glass window, the housewife making breakfast for her family of five in the kitchen would unconsciously think of the young man with yellow skin. Just like the red sun on the horizon, his smile seemed to give people strength!

The prostitute didn’t know that because of Tang Zheng’s intervention, her fate took a different path. In the original trajectory of her life, she continued her career as a prostitute, and then at thirty-six, she fell ill. Without money for treatment, she died alone one rainy night in her rented attic.

The survivors stood at the entrance of the alley, having witnessed everything Tang Zheng did, and when they saw him emerge, they voluntarily cleared a path for him.

Each newbie gazed at Tang Zheng, whose figure seemed to be the warmest flame in this eternal night, touching their hearts!

Sekiya Ganta’s expression was solemn as he planted his feet firmly on the ground and bowed. Aoki Hiroshi and Ota Nobe did the same, as this was a man who deserved their respect.

"This is our group leader!" Pang Meiqin said proudly, hastening to catch up.

"Very manly, like a godfather. But I still prefer you when you’re harsher," Teng Yuangxiang said a bit eagerly, impatient to be ravaged by Tang Zheng and longing for their union.

Aihara Chiharu’s eyes shone brightly, filled with little stars as she adoringly watched Tang Zheng. She felt that it was Tang Zheng who had redeemed her!

Yin Zhijian suddenly felt quite inconsequential. Was he really that insignificant?

"Idiot!" Zhang Heng muttered inwardly, with no intention of repentance. He thought these people were simply wasting their time. In this dog-eat-dog world, if you didn’t bite, others would definitely come to bite and devour you. (To be continued. If you like this book, please come to qidian.com to vote for recommendation tickets and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)