Reborn to Redeem: Their Abusive Love-Chapter 46: I hate everyone who breaks their promises

"Hahaha... What should I do? I’m really so sad." He laughed for a long time like that.

The tears that had pooled in the corners of his eyes and on his palms dried up, but the curve of his lips remained.

The pain in his heart, like a spasm, gradually overflowed.

He clenched his teeth and endured. He endured until his teeth nearly shattered and his dangling fingertips trembled involuntarily.

After a long time, he helplessly exhaled.

He remembered a certain night from long ago when someone had said something to him.

"Azhen, liars have to swallow a thousand needles."

So that was a lie as well. Otherwise, why was he the one swallowing needles now?

What’s the use of being good if you get abandoned anyway?

A faint light shone through the vent in the ceiling, falling just out of his reach.

People always call the light that enters the darkness ’redemption.’

In other rooms, the injured scrambled for those slivers of sunlight, trying to prevent their wounds from festering in the damp air.

But he remained motionless, lying back, avoiding that streak of light that didn’t belong to him.

The men from Gambling City wouldn’t let them rest for too long. When the time came, several men with huge ghost-faced tattoos on their backs swaggered in, ready to carry the young man out of this decaying, moldy room.

Hearing the heavy footsteps, Pei Zhen slightly raised his hand, stopping their movements. Then, he slowly lowered the hand that had been covering his face, revealing a pair of red, fiercely cold eyes. His face was frosty as he stared directly at them.

"I’ll walk by myself."

The tattooed men were taken aback for a moment and exchanged glances. With smiles full of mockery, they looked at his recently set bones.

"Tough guy."

「Night fell.」

The performance area of the casino filled up with spectators once again.

Cheers erupted throughout the arena, filled with golden confetti and streamers. The wealthy selected fighters to bet on, favoring those with fame, large builds, and fierce looks.

No one noticed the handsome young man. Despite having the highest odds, no one invested money in him.

Seeing this, the person in charge of the casino felt tempted. He nestled his cigarette into an ashtray lined with gold, stood up, and sneaked over to the young man, speaking nonchalantly,

"Outsider, this isn’t a boxing match. I’ll give you a knife. If you can win this fight, I’ll grant you one wish. How about it?"

"Sure." Pei Zhen leaned against the door of the iron cage, his arms revealing solid muscles, the light in his eyes harder than stone.

As if thinking of something, he brightened up with a splendid smile.

In such a perverse place, a few mere months were enough to change a person’s character. There was no longer any sign of the gentle upbringing of a young master from a wealthy family about him. His heterochromatic pupils were as seductive as a pure-blooded vampire’s; all that remained was madness and wildness.

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

The referee’s whistle sounded—sharp and piercing.

From between the railings, someone passed him a dagger.

The young man held the dagger in one hand and made a slight cut, slicing open the fair skin on the back of his hand. A string of blood beaded up. From his expression, he seemed quite satisfied with the blade’s sharpness.

"If I win, give me a gun."

Pei Zhen stood in the darkness, slightly lifting his head to the side, his clear and distinct profile immersed in shadow as he walked and spoke.

The person in charge, smelling the blood, asked curiously, "What do you want a gun for?"

Pei Zhen tucked the knife into his waistband and straightened his slightly dislocated elbow. He lifted his long leg high and forcefully kicked down the person rushing towards him. The corners of his slightly red lips curled up again, his gaze full of dangerous, obsessive fervor.

"If I can’t get out, then I’ll stay. I don’t like being called an ’Outsider.’ A gun will make it easier to threaten those people into changing their tune."

Surviving is really hard. But he couldn’t bear not to survive.

The rowdy sounds of brawling arose, flesh and steel clashing.

The person in charge found the young man’s words suggestive and couldn’t help but burst into laughter. He didn’t perceive it as a threat or an offense; after all, everyone here was a madman.

"Kid, you’re a great fit for the Underground City!" He clapped wildly for his courage, shouting with satisfaction, "The gun’s yours, and I can offer you the status of an enforcer—as long as you don’t die!"

His voice was drowned out by the crowd’s cheers in the blink of an eye.

「Three hours later.」

The referee’s voice thundered through Gambling City.

"THE OUTSIDER—VICTORIOUS!!"

Inside the Octagonal Cage, Pei Zhen was supported by two people. His long legs gave way, forcing him to kneel. His head hung low, revealing a perfectly muscled back. Blood flowed continuously from the gashes in his gray hair, dripping from his jaw to the darkened ground.

The referee, wanting to stir his fighting spirit, leaned in close and asked, "Being pinned down by five men just now—didn’t you hate it?"

He mustered his strength to lift his eyes toward the cage’s exit. It was still empty. He curved his lips into a smile.

"Hate."

He hated everyone who broke their promises.

...

The people of Hong Kong Island knew nothing of the handsome young man’s existence. When the stormy day was mentioned, only Xu Si’s heroic deeds came up. Apart from Gu Jing and Wen Jiaojiao, no one knew another young man had disappeared that day. Those implicated wished to investigate the incident but had no leads.

...

Xu Si stayed abroad for four years.

Throughout those years, regardless of the holiday, she never returned to Hong Kong Island but instead traveled around the world, experiencing the international flavors the young man once described.

Xu Si admitted she had lived exceptionally well these past few years. No complicated personal relationships, no daily corporate battles, physically safe, new friends, and quite a few admirers—she hadn’t enjoyed such a wonderful life in a long time.

So much so that when she boarded the flight back to Hong Kong Island, she had almost forgotten all that had happened.

Those lost in a maritime disaster wouldn’t leave a body. Naturally, Pei Zhen had no grave.

She just erected a cenotaph for him in the Xu Family’s cemetery, but since he wasn’t there, she never paid her respects.

Not long ago, Anshi had mentioned over the phone that the landscape of Hong Kong Island had changed.

She had even harbored the hope that Pei Zhen had returned. But he hadn’t.

Anshi said the group controlling the powerful families of Hong Kong Island seldom emerged from the Underground City. The only leader they had seen was a tall, burly man.

This was very different from her past life. Xu Si thought perhaps someone else had taken on Pei Zhen’s mission, causing history to evolve in its original direction.

「The plane landed.」

She walked leisurely out from the airport’s VIP channel. Just as she emerged, she saw a familiar figure and couldn’t help but crack a slight smile.

"Anshi, I’m back."

Anshi stood before a black luxury car, holding a black umbrella. He looked at her increasingly captivating face with a nostalgic smile, his voice gentle.

"Miss, welcome home. Shall we go to the company first, or home?"

Xu Si removed her sunglasses, her cool, clear eyes still as elegantly detached as ever.

"To the company."

With that, she stepped in her high heels through shallow puddles to the car, the splashes wetting the delicate red soles of her shoes.

The black luxury car’s engine hummed, not pausing for a moment, and swiftly drove off.

Along the way, Anshi updated Xu Si on work, mainly about recent business deals.

Over the past three years, Xu’s Real Estate Group had ventured into property development, which was one of the most vibrant sectors.

Having just returned, Xu Si’s most pressing task was to meet with the various collaboration partners.

They had been somewhat displeased at not seeing her for so many years.

They felt Xu Si’s continuous absence demonstrated a lack of sincerity and also feared the Xu Family might collapse any day, ending their collaborations. freeωebnovēl.c૦m

After all, the circle of wealth on Hong Kong Island was changing at such a rapid pace; it was different day by day.

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