Who hid My Corpse!-Chapter 188 - : Fifty-three Don’t be nervous_2

Chapter 188: Fifty-three Don’t be nervous_2

“Sorry, I was born not a fan of smiling,” Yuri calmly signed and then handed the confirmation book back to Hogney, “Moreover, although I was not polluted, I still lost nine team members today, along with our camp that was destroyed despite our arduous efforts. It is hard for me to smile in such a situation.”

“Ah, indeed.” Hearing Yuri say this, Hogney’s smile gradually subsided, and then he sighed softly, “You are a very responsible commander, Lyra will remember your sacrifice.”

Yuri nodded, said nothing more, and stood up, ready to leave.

Honestly, he didn’t like Hogney’s smile; it made him feel uncomfortable.

But before he could leave the tent, Hogney stopped him: “May I ask, Captain Yuri, when do you and your team plan to advance again?”

Yuri’s body froze. “What did you say?”

“Do I need to repeat?” Seeing that Yuri had turned around, Hogney smiled again, “It seems not so necessary.”

“I don’t understand what you mean,” Yuri said. “What do you mean ‘when do we plan to advance?'”

“It means exactly what it says,” Hogney looked surprised, “You and your team were not polluted, shouldn’t you continue the previous task?”

Yuri looked into Hogney’s eyes, unsure whether he genuinely didn’t know or was pretending.

“The Pollutants went berserk, making the pollution concentration of our original camp reach the deepest point of the Pollutants, which is the pollution concentration of the Abyss,” Yuri said. “And most of our anti-pollution equipment has been destroyed. You want us to go deeper at this time?”

“New equipment will arrive soon,” Hogney said. “You don’t need to worry about that.”

“…Have you already developed armor that can counter the pollution of the Abyss?”

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“Of course not, it’s the same ones as before,” Hogney smiled. “But we believe those alone are enough because the Abyss hasn’t moved, and the pollution you’re facing isn’t as high as you think.”

Yuri was shocked that Hogney would say such a thing; his words began to carry a tone of anger: “Why would you make such an assumption?”

“It’s simple.” Hogney leisurely showed Yuri the confirmation book he had just signed, with the ink not even dry, saying, “Captain Yuri, you and your team suffered such an incident, yet there isn’t a trace of pollution in you. Isn’t that the biggest evidence?”

Upon hearing this, Yuri was first stunned, thinking he had heard wrong.

But the constant smile on Hogney’s face made him realize he hadn’t heard wrong, and his face immediately darkened while a killing intent surged in his eyes.

“What do you mean?” Yuri stared intensely at Hogney. “You say we weren’t polluted, just so we would continue the mission?”

“No, no, no, Captain Yuri, you’ve got the causal relationship wrong,” Hogney said. “It’s because we detected no pollution in you that we could deduce the pollution concentration isn’t that high, thereby hoping you would continue the mission… ah, it shouldn’t even be hoping now, this is an order, Captain Yuri.”

“Whose order?”

“Are you joking?” Hogney put the confirmation book aside and took out another order from his pocket. “Who else can command the Devil’s Army?”

Yuri immediately took the order from Hogney’s hands.

When he saw the familiar stamp on the order, his expression first was shocked, then it gradually turned grim.

“Any more questions, Captain Yuri?”

Yuri took a deep breath.

He knew that the moment this order was produced, he no longer had the ability to refuse.

Even if he hadn’t signed the confirmation, he couldn’t have refused.

Because this was… the highest order.

If he refused this order,

he, too, would become a Rebel.

But why had it come to this?

Although there was nothing wrong with the procedure, a strong sense of discomfort and unease surged in Yuri’s heart.

Why, really?

Yuri raised his head, looking at Hogney, and asked, “What exactly are we supposed to find by going deeper? A higher concentration of Source Oil, or the Purification Source Crystal once lost by Night Star?”

He could only think of these two.

But Hogney shook his head, chuckled, and said, “No, neither, Captain Yuri. What you need to find is a special box… or rather, it’s mainly the meat. It might be in a box, or it might not be.”

“What meat?” Yuri’s brows furrowed.

Hogney slowly stretched out his tongue, speckled with white spots.

“Meat like this.”

…

“Bang.”

Ju was pushed against the wall again.

Her thin frame, due to severe malnutrition, collided with the hard wall, contorting her face in pain, but she endured silently without making a sound, still glaring defiantly with her eyes, which seemed too mature for her age, at the few boys surrounding her.

One of them was the chubby boy who had been ambushed by her timed bomb yesterday.

The chubby boy’s expression was ferocious. Seeing that Ju dared to look at him, he slapped her across the face.

“Look, look, you still dare to look?! You really don’t know what death is, huh?”

Ju was about to react, but before she could do anything, her hands were held down by two other boys.

“You’re not thinking of pulling out some weird thing to trick me again, are you?” the chubby boy said. “Do you take me for a fool? You think I’d fall for the same trick twice?”

Ju pursed her lips.

Actually, she had no good ideas left.

Normally, she rarely found herself in such situations.

If it were usual, and she got into trouble, she would have spent all night creating a new self-defense tool, like yesterday’s timed bomb, so she wouldn’t be at a disadvantage.

However, last night was an exceptional case.

Gerard’s arrival left her with no time to work on these gadgets, and she had even forgotten about this group of people.

Otherwise, she would have created some “Anti-injury Armor” to make those who attacked her suffer too.

Instead of being powerless like she was now.

But even if she was powerless, she could still retort.

So, Ju continued to gaze disdainfully at the chubby boy.

“Are you that angry?” She kept shifting her eyes downward, “Could it be that yesterday’s explosive egg actually worked? Hmm… you can’t be a father in the future?”

This response naturally twisted the chubby boy’s expression even more: “You insolent brat, you really have a death wish.”

He then started directing the others.

“You, go watch at the entrance of the alley, and alert us if you see a patrol from the skeletons.”

“You, cover her mouth.”

“As for me…” the chubby boy pulled out a sharp metal blade from his pocket, “I’m going to teach her a memorable lesson… How about we carve ‘I was wrong’ on her face?”

“Boss, boss, I think ‘Daughter of a criminal’ would be better,” another lackey shouted, “Or just carve ‘Rebel’ directly; let everyone know exactly what she is.”

“Right!” the chubby boy clapped his hands, “There’s nothing better than that.”

He then looked at Ju again.

“What do you think, huh? I suppose you have no objections, after all, you are a rebel, the criminal of Lyra!”

Ju didn’t speak, still watching him calmly, her eyes showing little emotion.

But this didn’t make the chubby boy any more merciful. He slowly pressed the blade against Ju’s face, about to exert force, when suddenly, a huge shadow appeared in front of him.

Someone stood behind him.

But before he could turn around, he felt a pain in the back of his head, then immediately blacked out.

The remaining ruffians met a similar fate, one turning around only to run smack into a hefty sack.

Then a dull thud, and they were down.

Thus, Ju was rescued.

She looked at the newcomer with some surprise.

“Don’t worry,” Gerard said, “I’m here to pay back.”

…pay back?

Ju lowered her head.

Looking at the money bag in Gerard’s hand… still dripping with blood.