Chapter 53: Bloodline Suppression from the Brother
"Silver... Wolf?"
White Yin's hand that was gently pressing against his chest gradually loosened, and his amber eyes momentarily froze. He extended his hand and reached out, but was afraid that what he was holding was a cold mist.
Looking at White Yin's hand that was reaching out, Silver Wolf immediately put his arm on his shoulder and said:
"Brother, I'll take you away."
"Where to?" White Yin asked.
"Home," Silver Wolf softly replied: "To the Wilderness, to the Junk Mountain, to a place where they can't find us."
White Yin didn't make any reply. The winter night wind tousled his hair. Long after, he lightly laughed and said:
"Before that, you should accompany me to finish the last thing first."
"What?" Silver Wolf blinked his gray eyes and asked.
"I have a short temper," White Yin raised his eyes and looked at the drones that were circling the skyline and flashing red light, and said: "Before leaving, I'll give Punklord Network Company's headquarters a farewell gift."
...
White Yin stood at the top of the building, with countless light sources shining on him and the girl behind him.
Until he turned around, put his hands out, leaned back, and fell down from the towering skyscraper, as if giving the square people the last farewell performance.
People's gazes followed his descent.
The neon city lights shone on him, and various colors flashed in the city center.
Just as White Yin was only ten meters away from the armed convoy on the ground, the holographic pistol on his waist popped out and reformed itself in the air.
In just a few moments, the holographic weapon had already transformed into a blue and gold-dominated modified motorcycle, emitting a smoke-blue flame.
Silver Wolf also arrived at White Yin's back through spatial jumping at this time.
"Hold on," White Yin said.
"Oh," Silver Wolf used a few fingers from her black gloves to hold White Yin's As for the 64 floors below, that's a place where ordinary people can climb to. I may be a bit vengeful, but I don't need to involve innocent people.
Hearing White Ying's words, the Silver Wolf put her hands behind her head, popped a bubble, and licked her lip corner, saying, "Awww, you really are a nice guy."
"Nice guy..." White Ying repeated the three words.
The phrase made him think of his father, who his mother had called him that too, and they had argued about it many times.
However, if his father hadn't been such a nice guy, his mother, the big miss from the Oasis District, wouldn't have looked at him.
"It could be considered the son inheriting the father's..."
The pain relief and repair effects of the tape editor's reduced sensitivity to pain were starting to fade away.
White Ying covered his mouth with his hand, and his cold lips trembled slightly, but when he withdrew his hand, his palm was full of blood.
The Silver Wolf witnessed this scene, her pupils contracting, and she immediately supported White Ying, her voice trembling, saying, "Brother! You're hurt?"
White Ying felt his vision blurring, but he still managed to force a smile, saying, "I was chased for a whole day yesterday. Maybe I'm just a bit tired. You know, I've never been in great shape since I was young."
"Don't... don't talk anymore." The Silver Wolf's tone was tense and anxious, and she could tell that White Ying's complexion was very bad.
"Okay, I won't talk anymore." White Ying promised.
They were already close to the Silver Wolf's home.
The Silver Wolf supported White Ying, taking one step after another, and finally arrived at a deserted amusement park.
Here, tall grass grew wildly, and creepers and wisteria almost covered every corner of the ruins.
White Ying could tell that this must be the place where the Silver Wolf hid.
A 15-year-old girl, living here alone, day after day...
Following the Silver "Once Silver Wolf's words were finished, it was finally your turn to speak. And your very first words were:
"Brownie, can you explain why you, who are not yet eighteen, have a black piercing in your ear and blue streaks in your silver hair?"