175: Chapter 143: Severe ntal Illness – Ferocious Old Man_3 175: Chapter 143: Severe ntal Illness – Ferocious Old Man_3 “What’s this, Uncle ng, would you like so liquor?
I can bring you so another day?”
Brian had never been this attentive even to his own father.
Drinking, whoring… he just stopped short of arranging gambling for this 67-year-old man.
But he wasn’t trying to poison the old man to death; he had already slled the cheap cigarettes and the scent of a prostitute’s perfu on Uncle ng, typical of a Mutant whose body was active.
They don’t hesitate to indulge in drugs or shy away from such things.
Brian was simply noticing that Uncle ng’s life seed a bit strained, and he wanted to establish a good relationship.
Uncle ng decisively shook his head, “Forget the liquor.
You should drink less too.
Drinking harms the body and brain.
If you face danger, you won’t be able to react in ti; you might not even be able to run.”
Listening to the old man’s caring words,
Brian felt a bit ashad.
Damn, to build a relationship, he actually tried to corrupt such an old man with drinks and whores.
That was truly low.
His conscience spoke, “Uncle ng, those foreign prostitutes will drain you dry, be careful.”
Uncle ng exhaled a puff of smoke, chuckled, and said, “Let them drain.
I am old already.
Don’t you think I wanted to enjoy my life before?
It was just that I had no money.
Living a good life for a shorter period is not a loss.”
As he spoke,
he took out his business card, “Here, save my number in your phone, note it under ‘Mutant’.
If you encounter danger, your phone will likely end up in soone else’s hands, and I will sense the danger.
Then, I’ll call to notify you.”
“Is that possible?”
Brian stared in amazent.
Holy shit, this uncle wasn’t a bad connection to make!
Uncle ng chuckled:
“It’s possible, but not allowed.
There are so old immortals who know about .
They don’t know what I look like or my race; they can only keep chanting my na, making shudder occasionally.
But if you plan to do sothing dangerous, you can tell in advance.
If I sense it, I can give you a reference.”
Mutations had been many years.
He had long toyed with his abilities.
Brian gave a thumbs up, “Aweso, Uncle ng!”
This ti, he ant it.
However, Uncle ng wasn’t very happy:
“Actually, I had arranged the sa for your uncle.
Before he disappeared, I warned him of the danger.
But he didn’t listen; said you were unreliable and wanted to prepare sothing for you.
I’d say, he’s more paranoid than .
Afterward, since he was anyway going to lose control, I didn’t try to dissuade him.”
After a mont of silence, Brian spoke, “So, my uncle hoped you’d look after ?”
He didn’t ask Uncle ng about the unknown person his uncle ntioned would co looking for him.
There might be a trap there.
Brian wasn’t sure how much Uncle ng knew about his uncle Billy and his relationship.
Better to speak less.
Uncle ng didn’t ntion it, so neither did he.
Hearing Brian’s question, Uncle ng shook his head:
“No, Billy once saved my life, so I promised to help him with one thing.
He asked to vouch for you and bring you into our background organization if he disappeared or sothing happened.”
“Organization?”
Uncle ng nodded:
“An organization full of lunatics, always dreaming.
Since you’re not a Mutant, better not to know too much.
Your uncle was also nuts!
I asked him, what if you didn’t turn into a Mutant; he told not to worry, said we’d know when the ti cos.
Know what, my ass, I don’t know where he got that confidence from.”
Brian: …
This made Brian breathe a sigh of relief.
It seed Uncle ng didn’t know his uncle’s arrangents; otherwise, he would surely have known that if he didn’t beco a Mutant, his uncle wouldn’t have told him about what was to co, not revealing…
the high-explosive bomb hidden in his apartnt that would get rid of him, seen as defective by Billy.
In a way,
Uncle ng was right, Billy was indeed a paranoid lunatic.
…
“Alright, don’t overthink it.
It’s good that your uncle is dead, Brian, you’re young, a good kid.
Just live your life well.
Contact if you need anything; I’ll help if I can.”
Uncle ng comforted him.
He knew what Billy had done to this boy.
This sudden reach-out was also thinking he could help if possible.
He could foresee the good and bad related to himself.
If Brian harbored malice, his sensing would be extrely strong, intense enough to make him flee without looking back.
Before, Brian did have a bit of malice but was more prepared to see what would happen before deciding his attitude.
It was Schrodinger’s malice.
This was why Uncle ng hadn’t detected the malicious source as Brian, mistaking it as another old immortal worrying about him.
Brian actually wanted to know what the organization Uncle ng ntioned was, but to avoid arousing suspicion, he decided against asking.
He suddenly rembered his own limit-breaking state and what old Hardenn had ntioned about the twisted Mutant known as ‘Long’.
Uncle ng had lived to such an old age and was part of the sa mysterious organization as his uncle; perhaps he knew sothing.
Thinking this,
Brian feigned a sigh, “I also want to live a good life, but my uncle asked to join the current NW organization.
I initially thought it was a police organization, but later I found out about the dangers…”
As he spoke,
he recounted the incident of encountering the Mutant Beast at Forest Park.
Of course, in his version, he was just a loiterer while his team leader Susan was the main force.
…
Brian wanted to try and pry so deeper secrets and truths of the world from Uncle ng’s lips!
He was actually very curious; what exactly was the Blood Moon?
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