Chapter 180: Fifty-one I, am your father ah (6K)_2 Chapter 180: Fifty-one I, am your father ah (6K)_2 Bai Wei looked at Luobo again and asked, “Why haven’t you suffered any harm? You haven’t turned into one of those employees, nor have you beco a monster like that. In such a place full of bizarre and ferocious creatures, having soone as ordinary as you is a bit too peculiar.”
Bai Wei’s question plunged Luobo into a long silence. He stared into Luobo’s eyes, which revealed struggle and regret.
“What’s the matter?” Bai Wei asked indifferently, “Is it a secret you can’t tell?”
“No, it’s not that,” Luobo said. “I’m just afraid you won’t believe .”
“Having seen so many unbelievable things already, what could you possibly say that I wouldn’t believe?”
“What if I told you that it was because Manager Dark was protecting ? Would you believe that?”
Bai Wei raised an eyebrow and then turned once more to the corpse being devoured by the flas. “Him? Protecting you?”
“Yes.”
“Hmm… go on.”
Luobo also turned away and looked at the body that was being consud by the fire, as if trying to find so familiar trait in it.
“At first, Manager Dark wasn’t like this; he was a friend of my father,” Luobo began slowly. “After I started working at the factory, he took care of . He made his assistant instead of having work directly with Source Oil processing, which is why I haven’t been corrupted by the Source Oil.”
“How did he end up consuming that chunk of at?”
“The New Chaser Association sent it,” Luobo said, clenching his fists subconsciously. “By then, he had already discovered there was a problem with the Source Oil and wanted to report it. That’s when the New Chaser Association ca, masquerading as envoys of Bishop Hallman. They brought a large chunk of rotting flesh and claid that eating it would allow him to resist the contamination.”
“And he believed such a claim?”
“… So things… can’t be avoided just by disbelief.”
Bai Wei understood; it looked like the New Chaser Association had resorted to more forceful thods.
After all, this was the manager of a Source Oil processing plant—they needed his support.
Regarding what happened afterward, there was no need for explicit explanation; the manager had clearly retained his sanity for a while. This sanity wasn’t enough to let him do much more, but it was sufficient to try his best to prevent a young man from falling into the Abyss.
But that was it; after all, the power of a god isn’t sothing that a re mortal can resist simply through willpower.
In this regard, the situation with Rhein was the best example.
Bai Wei looked at Manager Dark’s body for the third ti.
The flas had totally consud him. The limbs that didn’t belong to him were incinerated in the high heat, making his body gradually resemble that of a normal person.
No wonder he could have been friends with Gerard.
Bai Wei thought to himself.
At that mont, Bai Wei heard a dull thud; he turned his head and saw that Luobo had given him a deep bow. “What are you doing?”
“Mr. Gerard, I’ve told you all I know; only a few details are probably missing,” Luobo’s voice trembled. “Whatever you want to know, I can tell you, but can it wait a little longer? I want to see my father; I want to… see him for one last ti.”
“Your father?” Bai Wei asked. “Which workshop?”
“Workshop Three.”
Bai Wei recalled that this was one of the first workshops to be set on fire.
Which ant…
Out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a fleeting shadow.
“Clang!”
Bai Wei blocked with the Chainsaw Sword in his hand.
Sparks flew.
The attacker imdiately retreated, her Blazing Fire Sword tracing several fierce arcs in the air.
Then, she stood still.
Bai Wei looked at the woman who’d suddenly attacked him; after a brief recollection, he rembered who she was, and a smile involuntarily crept across his lips. “Interesting.”
Luobo was sowhat dazed, not knowing who the woman that had suddenly appeared was, only recognizing that she seed to be dressed in the Devil’s Army uniform and wielding the Devil’s Army’s Blazing Fire Sword, which filled him with a deep sense of unease and impatience, because there was only one thing he wanted to do right now.
Then, he heard Bai Wei’s voice, “Go on.”
Luobo paused for a mont, then instinctively looked at Bai Wei.
Bai Wei’s gaze rested on the woman, and he said slowly, “What in this world is more natural and righteous than a child seeing their parents one last ti?”
Luobo’s throat moved slightly; he bowed profoundly to Bai Wei once again, quickly got up, and ran towards the deeper flas.
They both watched as Luobo’s figure disappeared from sight.
Then, Ina’s gaze fell back on Bai Wei.
She spoke slowly, “Who… who exactly are you?”
Bai Wei smiled. “Can’t you tell?”
“I,”
“Am your father.”
…
Ina.
One of Gerard’s children, rarely ntioned.
The first ti Bai Wei heard this na was on the machine in Gerard’s house, which was designed for self-destruction—the list of heirlooms called out by the machine listed Ina as the last and only valid beneficiary.
But this didn’t an she was unimportant. Bai Wei suspected that when the list was drafted, Ina must have been very young.
And now, she had grown up.
Grown enough to stand opposite Gerard, becoming a rebellious daughter like her brother.
Logic dictated that in such a father-loving, son-pious scene, Bai Wei returning his body to Gerard and watching the drama unfold would’ve been more interesting.
It remained to be seen whether Gerard would have the heart to slay his disobedient daughter.
But from the attack that Ina had just made on Bai Wei, he discovered sothing—Ina had clearly avoided his vital spots.
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