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Chapter 830: 830, My fate is in my own hands, not dictated by heaven 2.

Chapter 830: 830, My fate is in my own hands, not dictated by heaven 2.

Because he had previously killed people, he had many enemies. Even if the old man’s issue was resolved, it still wouldn’t be possible for him to live like a normal person. Is that what you mean?

But Bi Yuntao shook his head and denied it.

He said, “No, their training us isn’t meant for us to kill. Like I mentioned earlier, it’s about making money. They want us to earn money,”

“Earning money?” Song Qinghuan was puzzled, “Train you, to make money without killing? Not like hitmen who get paid to kill, then how do you make money?”

Bi Yuntao replied, “The Sin Street I just mentioned, with drug dealers, thieves, prostitutes, these people, they all rely on one person for a living. That person is the master of Sin Street. To him, drug trafficking is not the most lucrative underhanded business—it’s boxing. He has a boxing ring and had trained a group of people to become boxers. We were among them. Have you seen horse racing? Cockfighting? That’s how we existed. Basically, the patrons would come and we would be made to fight in varying arrangements, maybe in pairs or several against one, and the patrons would bet heavily on this.”

Song Qinghuan bit her lip, “Then why didn’t you escape?”

Bi Yuntao laughed, “Escape, everyone wants to escape, but how? The boxing ring is in a basement. There’s a secret passage from the basement to the training field, which is in the mountains, surrounded by cliffs on three sides that are impossible to climb. There’s a river on the other side, but it’s fenced with electrified wire. And the entire base is also surrounded by an electric fence. Moreover, that river is filled with corpses.”

“…..” Song Qinghuan couldn’t express what she felt at that moment, but one word came to her, horrifying!

“The boxing ring only takes in boys under 18. Once someone turns 18, they will make us fight to the death, saying that only the living can leave. But in reality, even if you kill the others, you cannot leave safely. There’s another trial—that is to throw the only survivor into the lions’ den with two lions. You have to kill two lions barehanded to be able to leave alive. Against such ferocious wild beasts, do you think an ordinary person could fight them off? And there are two of them. So, no one ever left alive; the river is often filled with crimson flesh and dismembered limbs; thus, the training grounds reeked with a foul stench year-round.”

Upon hearing this, Song Qinghuan shuddered. Such days were unimaginable and likely beyond anyone’s comprehension.

After his mother left, Shi Yuhuan lived in such an environment: “Then later, did you all…”

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“Because Xia Yang and I were captured on the same day with Boss and Yuandong Chen Tian, we lived in the same room. From the day Boss moved in, he never spoke a word. Yuandong and Chen Tian thought he was mute. After being trapped for several years, as we were about to face turning eighteen, Boss was the oldest, which meant he would be the first to face death. When everyone reached this point, they would normally be particularly anxious, but he remained calm and composed as if nothing bothered him.”

Bi Yuntao paused as if recalling something, stopping for quite some time.

He sighed, “Although we were a year younger than Boss, we were actually waiting for death, never contemplating the possibility of escape. One night, we were chatting, talking about how much time we had left to live, ultimately resigned to our fate. It had been years since anyone went in, and that was the first time Boss spoke.”

Song Qinghuan softly asked, “What did he say?”

With a gentle smile, Bi Yuntao replied, “He said, ‘My fate is mine to command, not decreed by heaven.'”