Ke Xue: Ai-chan and I have an agreement

When Curaçao saw Binga again, he was shocked by Binga's miserable appearance.

Although both of them were suspended in mid-air, she was treated like a VIP compared to Binga.

Binga's fine suit was reduced to tattered rags, with streaks of blood faintly visible through them, a shocking sight.

Most shockingly, Binga's chin was also removed.

Poor Binga endured the excruciating pain, trying to offer some kind of hint, but Curaçao simply couldn't understand.

Curaçao simply refused to look at him, which made Binga so angry that tears welled up in his eyes.

Not necessarily, it might hurt.

Curaçao looked around and saw very rough concrete walls, four supporting pillars that were not yet painted, revealing the mottled red bricks underneath, and a faint smell of dust in the air.

The only door has no handle or keyhole visible from the inside, suggesting it was designed to be opened only from the outside.

At first glance, this place looks like an unfinished house that hasn't been renovated yet, but there are no windows, and the incandescent light bulbs on the ceiling are flickering, so their quality must be pretty bad.

Curaçao quickly gave up.

This yields absolutely no important information.

The Russian man who brought her in has also disappeared.

There was no one watching over them, perhaps because they weren't afraid the children would escape.

Alas, Curaçao also began to sigh.

Not long ago, she was feeling sorry for Binga's fate, but now... she should be worried about herself.

If Gin knew she had also been captured, he probably wouldn't have escaped being shot dead.

Just as Curaçao was considering whether to struggle one more time...

The closed door opened, and Di An, who had brought her back, walked in carrying a meal.

Two fully armed men stood at the entrance, guns pointed at Curaçao and Binga.

Even though they were bound, they still faced them as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

This display of force made Curaçao wonder if the person behind it was being a little too cautious.

She's not Gin.

Di'an loosened the rope tied to a pillar and slowly lowered Curaçao down.

As her toes touched the ground, Curaçao tried to loosen her wrists, only to find that the knot on them hadn't come undone.

Just as she was wondering, Dian walked up to Curaçao with a smile.

"Miss Curaçao, would you like something to eat?" Dian handed the tray forward.

A mouthwatering aroma wafted over, and Curacao looked down to see a pan-fried steak and a bowl of creamy stew.

In this situation, Curaçao couldn't help but think of the meal that had been pushed aside by the crowd earlier.

After a moment's hesitation, Curaçao turned around and said coldly, "I don't have the habit of being tied up to eat."

He wanted to test Di An, but the next second, Di An took out a dagger from his lower back and slashed the joint several times.

Once freed from his restraints, Curaçao's first thought was to kidnap Dian and leave.

But then he thought about the dagger in Dian's hand and the two fully automatic rifles, and Curaçao quickly calmed down.

There's nothing we can do; they're the ones who hold the truth.

Curaçao turned around again, took the tray from Dian's hand, and sat down on the ground without caring about her image, picking up a knife and fork and eating heartily.

She had been escaping for several hours, and then she was tied up and hung up in this godforsaken place. Who knows how long she had been hanging there? Her empty stomach had been protesting for a long time.

As for Binga, who was also hanging, Curaçao didn't even bother to give him a glance.

Did I not expect that there would only be one meal delivered?

He was putting himself down and untying himself.

It's obvious they don't take Binga seriously.

Or rather, one's own value may be higher than that of Binga.

But what the hell.

Curaçao enjoyed the food without any guilt.

Binga's eyes were practically glued to the view!

Please, do you have any humanity?

He had no idea how long he had been hanging there, and he hadn't even had a sip of water.

That damn bastard Yuichi Shiina not only beat me up for no reason, but also dislocated my jaw and wouldn't let me speak.

Now you're pulling this stunt, just to tempt him, huh!

nausea!

So disgusting!

But it smells so good...

For a moment, my appetite overwhelmed the pain in my body.

However, no one present cared about him.

After Curacao had eaten and drunk her fill, Dian thoughtfully offered her a napkin so she could tidy herself up.

Curaçao took it, a clear look of doubt and hesitation flashing in his eyes.

Could this be... their last meal before execution?

The people here are quite ritualistic.

Curaçao accepted her fate with equanimity.

It makes no difference whether you die at their hands or at Gin's hands.

Perhaps sensing Curaçao's confusion and relief, Dian thoughtfully explained.

"If you are satisfied with this meal, would you like to meet with my boss?" Di An paused, then added, "Unlike the one above, you are qualified to be employed by my boss."

Hire?

Curaçao scoffed.

They wanted her to betray the organization.

Absolutely impossible!

From the first day she joined the organization, she was determined to dedicate her life to it.

Unlike those seemingly respectable undercover agents, Curaçao was trained by Rum himself.

To get information from her, the world would end tomorrow.

“There’s no need to refuse right away.” Di An smiled kindly and began to tidy up the tray on her own. “If you need to, you can go out for a walk. Of course, I will arrange for someone to accompany you.”

Can I go out?

Curaçao's eyes lit up immediately.

That's definitely much better than staying here.

At least in this completely enclosed space, once the door is closed, she has absolutely no means of leaving.

But if we can get out, we should be able to find a way.

Even at this moment, Curaçao has not given up hope.

“Then I’ll have to trouble you.” Curaçao immediately gave a friendly smile and offered a slightly more reasonable explanation, “Staying in a confined space does make me feel uncomfortable. As for your suggestion, I will consider it.”

"That's wonderful." Di An extended his hand in a gentlemanly manner, his smile as gentle as a spring breeze.

Curaçao hesitated for a moment, then decisively boarded the bus.

After pulling Curaçao up, Dian let go of her hand and turned to walk towards the door.

Seeing that the other two armed men did not stop him, Curaçao gritted his teeth and followed them.

Sure enough, she encountered no obstacles and left the house without any problems.

After turning out of the passageway, the space suddenly opened up, and sunlight poured down, falling on the courtyard in front, where the colorful flowerbeds were extremely beautiful and eye-catching.

"What a nice view……"

Just as Curaçao uttered his exclamation, gunshots rang out from the passage behind him.

Curaçao felt a chill in her heart and turned to look at the unmoved Dian.

She knew... Binga was dead.