Chapter 272: Wang Chang Ming
"No," I replied, shaking my head. "I don’t want to die. But there is a part of
that thinks that even if I did, I would just be spat back out here again."
The two n simply stared at
but didn’t offer any words of wisdom or tell
that I was wrong for thinking the way I did.
"If you want to test your powers, let us know. We can give you a lineup of patients that are close to death for you to work on," interjected Bin An Sha, coming to his feet and dusting off his pants. "No professional doctor experints on themselves. Yourself included. Understood?"
"Yes, Doctor," I smiled, reaching out both hands for the two of them to help
up.
The energy from the earth had worked miracles once again, and I was back to full strength, none the worse for wear.
"Should we go et the newest mber of our team?" I smiled, looking up at them. The solemn atmosphere from before vanishing until there was no hint of the uncomfortable conversation.
"You an the kid?" grunted Rip, looking sowhat uneasy. In fact, it was the first ti I had ever seen that particular look on his face. "I’m not good with kids."
"It will be fine," I assured him. I had no doubt about what he said. Most people weren’t good with kids right off the bat... in fact, I would be willing to guess that the majority of adults hated kids on sight.
I was willing to bet that 97% of the kids I had t in my two lives... including those I t when I was a kid myself... I hated. I had no patience for them, and I didn’t see that changing any ti soon.
I had a theory that it was an evolutionary trait that made parents like their own children. Otherwise, there was no way the human race could survive as long as it had.
But both Cheng Bo Jing and Ye Yao Zu seed attached to the little rug rat. And if he was important to them, he would beco important to , too. I had no doubt about that.
However, I was expecting more than a few growing pains as we worked everything out. Hopefully the kid would be willing to work with us until everything got ironed out.
The three of us walked back toward the store as gunfire echoed around us.
"Waste of bullets," muttered Bin An Sha, giving the front doors the side eye.
"They’re military... we need to make so concessions for their level of intelligence," smirked Rip, raising an eyebrow as he and the other man exchanged a look.
"Play nice," I groaned. I had noticed that the two n enjoyed needling my other n about their ti in the military, but since no one had yet to take offense to it, I was just going to let it be.
"We are," assured Bin An Sha. "They are still alive because you like them. That ans that we are playing very nice."
Rolling my eyes, I was surprised when the door in front of us opened, and Si Dong stood there, waiting for us.
"Hey, Cuddles!" he said, opening his arms and pulling
in for a great big hug. The guy was seriously like a golden retriever or sothing. He was always so happy and perky every ti I saw him.
"Hi," I smiled back, wrapping my arms around him and breathing in his scent. "Are you all done in there?"
"Almost," nodded the man. "ATM is just grabbing everything he can, and then we are lighting this baby up."
"ATM?" I replied, confused. Which guy was nad after a machine that hands out money?
"Fan Teng Fei," laughed Si Dong as he rubbed my head. "He got the na because no matter how much money sothing cost, he was always able to get it for the team. I swear, we were the best-outfitted team in the entire country at one point in ti, thanks to that man. He also goes by Monk if you like that one better."
"Huh," I nodded. It had to be a guy thing, coming up with random nicknas for people. But I would be sticking to his actual na.
"Are you ready to get back to Liu Hao Yu’s?" asked the man, peeking over Si Dong’s shoulder. I nodded at Ye Yao Zu.
"Yeah, but first, I wanted to et the newest mber of our team."
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We were standing in the middle of the massive parking lot, the building behind us burning brightly in the darkening sky. Liu Hao Yu had already taken his n ho, and it was just the eight of us standing around the little boy still in Cheng Bo Jing’s arms.
"Hello," I said softly, trying not to scare him. "What’s your na?"
The boy looked at Cheng Bo Jing for reassurance, and when the man nodded his head, the child turned his attention back to .
"Food," was his reply.
And I saw red.
One of my biggest concerns in bringing the child into our team was an inability to look after him. I had no idea what it took to raise a child, and I was scared that I would end up screwing up and scarring him for life.
However, because he thought his na was Food, I realized that nothing I could do would be worse than what had already been done to him.
"Well, that’s a shitty na," I said, a weary smile on my face.
The n around
stiffened, but the kid was just nodding his head. "I don’t like it when people call
that. It makes
scared."
"I bet," I nodded in return. "Should we co up with a brand-new na? Just for you?"
This ti, the boy was nodding his head so much that I was worried he was going to give himself shaken baby syndro.
"How about.... Cheng Chang Ming? Cheng for his last na and Chang Ming aning flourishing bright?" I suggested, looking up at Cheng Bo Jing to see his reaction. He didn’t seem to be too upset over having the child take his last na.
But the kid shook his head. "Could I have your last na instead? I always wanted a mom."
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