Yama Reborn-Chapter 587 - 584: Something’s Off

The old man's face showed obvious shock as he stared at Chen Nuo.

The old man vigorously shook his head: "I don't know what you're talking about."

Chen Nuo sneered: "You convey my message to him, I'm standing right here waiting."

The old man said coldly: "Suit yourself, if you want to stay in the refugee camp, that's fine too. We have no food or water here."

After speaking, the old man turned and walked towards the tent.

Chen Nuo called out to him.

"You better pass my message to that guy, and also, you'd better not anger me."

"What?" the old black man turned to look at Chen Nuo.

"You're probably a chief or an elder or a priest of some big tribe, right?" Chen Nuo smiled: "Then I can tell you, this place, all the troops in the town, including the newly appointed mayor Enke, and his hundreds of troops – all these people, take orders from me!

I want to meet that [Heaven's Punishment], you better pass my message along.

Otherwise... Tomorrow the army will storm in here, and if you refuse to repatriate?

Then I will use the army and trucks to forcibly repatriate you!

And... not a grain of food will be given."

The old black man glared at Chen Nuo fiercely: "You're forcing us to die! Without food for repatriation, many will die!"

Chen Nuo's face became even colder: "Don't fucking tell me this! You brought this upon yourselves! Enke was originally going to send food for your repatriation, but you tribal leaders jacked up the price and still fucking wanted more benefits! It's you greedy jackals, using your tribe's lives as chips to gain benefits.

These people could've gone home long ago, but because of your greed, they're stranded in this place.

So spare me the mercy talk.

Tell my message to that [Heaven's Punishment]. Tell him I'm here waiting to see him."

The old black man was furious, his eyes vicious, while the two young black men outside the tent gripped the knives at their waists.

Chen Nuo smiled at the old black man.

"Dare to make a move, many in your tribe will die, you as their leader will die, you can try."

But ignorance is just ignorance.

The old black man smiled viciously: "Kill him! Then throw him into the forest! We'll hide in the refugee camp, no one will find us! They surely can't kill all the thousands of refugees."

Chen Nuo laughed: "So, your idea is to use the lives of thousands of innocent people as chips for your evil deeds?"

Chen Nuo waved his hand, and the two black strongmen silently fell to the ground.

Their limbs twisted simultaneously, their mouths wide open but unable to make a sound.

Chen Nuo crooked a finger, and the old black man abruptly fell.

His chest exploded with a burst of blood.

The old black man opened his mouth to scream but could not make a sound.

Chen Nuo approached him, squatted down, and glanced into the tent.

In the tent, a black woman sat in the corner, covering her mouth with fear, huddled.

Chen Nuo glanced at her but didn't pay further attention—perhaps she was the old black man's woman.

Chen Nuo stretched out his hand but hesitated, tearing a strip from his sleeve and wrapping it around his fingers, then gripping the old black man's arm.

Crack! Crack!

After two sounds, the bones of the old black man's right forearm and arm broke.

In pain, the old black man fainted, but with a tap on the head from Chen Nuo, he woke up immediately.

He began to move his mouth frantically.

Although no sound came out, Chen Nuo could tell the other was pleading.

Chen Nuo said coldly: "Your hand is broken, but your legs are not. Now, go relay my message, I want to meet the one I want to meet...

Your injuries and your inability to speak... he can help you heal.

Otherwise, for the rest of your life, you will be a crippled mute."

The old man struggled a bit, barely sitting up, his chest heaving as he panted heavily.

A bloody hole on the right side of his chest, blood flowing profusely.

"Your lung is ruptured. Go see that guy, he can heal you."

The old man didn't dare to make any further moves, he gestured to the black woman, who struggled to crawl over, then helped the old man up, staggered and quickly left the tent.

Chen Nuo walked to the tent entrance, saw a wooden stool assembled from planks, hooked it over with his foot, and sat down, pulling out a cigarette to light it.

Halfway through the cigarette, he saw the black woman quickly running over.

She was visibly panicked, even stumbling as she approached Chen Nuo.

"I, I will take you!"

Chen Nuo smiled, casually flicking away the cigarette butt.

·

On the northern side of the refugee camp, among a cluster of relatively intact tents.

The largest tent appeared not only whole but also well-made.

Most importantly, it didn't look so dirty.

When Chen Nuo followed the woman over, he was unexpectedly met with the sight of two women squatting outside the tent, washing things.

Using clean water to wash things.

One was washing clothes.

The other was surprisingly washing some utensils, bowls, and cups.

Seeing Chen Nuo following the black woman, the two women washing clothes quickly stopped what they were doing and lowered their heads.

At the tent entrance, the black woman dared not go any further, bowed and signaled for Chen Nuo to enter.

Chen Nuo chuckled and stepped inside.

·

This tent was relatively spacious, likely one of the best from the batch donated by a hospital aid effort.

What surprised Chen Nuo was that the tent didn't stink.

Absent was the pervasive rancid smell typical of refugee camps.

The tent was filled with the scent of incense burning, a fragrance Chen Nuo was familiar with—it was a local kind of incense powder.

Made from a special kind of leaf, dried, ground into powder, then burned, producing the fragrance.

On the table in the tent were two kettles of water—pure water, surprisingly.

And on a carpet stitched from burlap and fur, that guy named Pengpeng was sitting there.

Seeing this guy, Chen Nuo couldn't help but sigh.

"In such hot weather, sitting on a beast-skin carpet, aren't you hot?"

The middle-aged black man glanced at Chen Nuo, casually pouring a cup of water and handing it to him: "Sit down, would you like something to drink? I have some tea here. It's dried and offered to the gods, the taste is quite good."

"Tea offered to God? How come you have it?"

The middle-aged black man smiled proudly: "Because I am their God."

Fool!

Once again, Chen Nuo's mind conjured up such an assessment.

·

In front of Pengpeng was a clay furnace, with a metal plate on the fire.

On the metal plate, there was a round pebble.

He casually picked up the cup of water in front of him and poured it over the pebble.

Ssssshh... the steam rose.

Then, he used a wooden spoon to scoop a bit of powder from a small jar and sprinkled it on the wet pebble.

"When burning this spice, adding a bit of moisture makes the scent more pleasant."

Pengpeng grinned, revealing a mouthful of white teeth.

Chen Nuo sighed: "Do you have any idea how difficult it is for ordinary people in this refugee camp to get a sip of clean water? And here you are using purified water to pour over stones—you really are a god to them!"

"I am indeed their god." Pengpeng's expression remained unchanged: "How did you guess I was in this refugee camp?"

Chen Nuo smiled: "What's so hard to guess? The various tribes among these refugees originally agreed to be repatriated.

Now suddenly, their attitude has changed; one by one, the tribal leaders have become greedy and shameless, raising prices, demanding food and power—if they didn't have something to rely on, how could they dare make such demands?"

Pengpeng shook his head: "I didn't incite them to do any of this."

"Of course, if you had incited them... I would look down on you. As a [God], how could you engage in these petty matters."

"Just my presence here gives them more courage. I just need to live here, do nothing, say nothing, and they feel they have a protector.", Pengpeng grinned.

Then, Pengpeng looked into Chen Nuo's eyes: "Can you guess what I'm planning here? To lead people to besiege me? To retaliate for my attack on you?"

Chen Nuo shook his head: "Your ability is spatial; even if you can't win, you can escape. There's no need for me to do such pointless things."

Pengpeng was silent for a moment, then nodded: "I don't fear your siege. Your strength is good, but it poses no threat to me... Your ability is sufficient for self-defense, but in battle, you can't just take hits and not fight back."

Chen Nuo coldly laughed in his heart.

Once my strength recovers, I'll beat the crap out of you!

"There's another Controller in town." Chen Nuo said coldly.

"I'm not afraid of a siege."

Seeing this guy's arrogant tone, Chen Nuo smiled: "Then you're hiding here to find an opportunity to continue your ambush on us?"

"Originally, yes." Pengpeng didn't hide anything and coldly said: "This land is mine! You outsiders will infringe on my rule over this land! I'm only retaliating to protect my interests."

"Wait, you say... originally?" Chen Nuo caught the underlying meaning in Pengpeng's words: "You mean your thoughts have changed now?"

Pengpeng took a contented deep breath, as if enjoying the scent of the spice baked by the fire: "I've been observing you for three or four days, since the first day you came into the refugee camp and distributed food, I've been watching you.

You're very strange, distributing food to my people, which I can take as a gesture of goodwill towards me.

So, I'm willing to give you a chance."

Chen Nuo sighed.

Listen to this!

Willing to give you a chance.

Chen Nuo highly suspected that this guy had been hiding in this backward, ignorant, wartorn country for so long and hadn't paid much attention to the outside world.

Controllers are powerful, but they're not the only ones in this world.

Such an incredibly arrogant stance...

Chen Nuo made up his mind.

Once my strength is restored, as long as this guy is still alive, I'll definitely return to this small country to find him.

Make him understand what the reality of this world is.

"What chance are you planning to give me?" Chen Nuo's expression unchanged, asked indifferently.

"You!", Pengpeng pointed at Chen Nuo: "And your companions! As long as you leave this country, leave this land, I can no longer subject you to [Heaven's Punishment]!"

Chen Nuo wasn't surprised by this guy's arrogance, so he calmly said: "You should understand, I'm not the leader of these people. We have a real leader. I can't order everyone."

"Then you can leave, and I can let you go."

Chen Nuo finally sighed and couldn't help but say: "Has anyone ever told you that sometimes you're overly confident?"

Pengpeng smiled: "Your strength is decent, but you're not my match!

One on one, no one is my match! You're the only exception I've encountered, but you're just capable of self-defense, not defeating me.

You could gather more people to deal with me, but I'm not afraid of a siege.

You have no way to handle me. But I can hide in the shadows, picking you all off one by one. You can't ensure twenty-four hours a day, eating, sleeping, that everyone is together.

As soon as you separate, you'll be picked off by me.

So, of course, I have a reason to be confident."

His words seemed to make some sense.

This guy's strength is indeed strange—spatial direction.

In terms of special abilities, it's extremely rare.

Because of this unique ability, it surely gives him a significant advantage.

Under equivalent strength conditions, even controllers of the same level find it hard to defeat him. 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

Chen Nuo thought for a moment... this guy's arrogance isn't entirely baseless.

Even if the Wizard were brought in to duel him one-on-one, the Wizard would find it hard to beat him.

Just do a simple comparison.

Back then, Chen Nuo, along with Lu Xixi, Son of the Sun, and Electric General.

Four controllers besieged Seed alone.

And Seed used his spatial ability to grind the four of them down hard!

Seed didn't lose a single hair, effortlessly crushing four major controllers.

Even though Pengpeng's strength can't be compared to Seed's.

In battle, his spatial ability couldn't be as strong as Seed's.

But it's more than enough for self-defense; even stronger controllers can't do much against him.

In any situation, he can escape if he wants.

While you have to always guard against his unpredictable ambushes.

"I'll consider your proposal." Chen Nuo shrugged, and said: "If it's not necessary, I don't like staying here either. Your place is remote, backward, and offers nothing; who wants to stay here and suffer."

"Then just leave. Never return.", Pengpeng said firmly.

"And you?" Chen Nuo looked at Pengpeng: "You're a top-notch strongman. Even if this place is closed and backward, you at least know what the outside world is like, right?

The colorful world outside offers countless pleasures; why do you choose to remain in this backward place, being a god to a bunch of ignorant natives?

The outside world has everything, money, women, power, the finest enjoyments... With your strength, you can grab these things just by reaching out."

There was a flash of an unusual color in Pengpeng's eyes!

Chen Nuo keenly captured that Pengpeng's gaze was very complex...

He even showed a tiny bit of yearning and envy!

There's... something strange!