Naming Technique of the Night-Chapter 816 - 491, Regression

Chapter 816: 491, Regression

“You can beat me now!”

This shout seemed to tear apart the night before dawn, tearing apart the darkest moment.

Among the prisoners, one after another, there were people throwing out the protein bars they had hidden on themselves.

Thrown into the pigsty, some missed and fell outside.

In the past, when someone saw others discard protein bars, they would immediately pick them up and shove them into their mouths, eating them first.

Long-term malnutrition made their eyes shine whenever they saw any food.

But this time, nobody scrambled for the protein bars that fell to the ground.

If someone picked it up, they would throw it back into the pigsty.

More and more Qing intelligence personnel threw their hidden protein bars to Qing Chen. They knew that after today, the prison area would surely face a major search. If they didn’t throw now, they would also be found by Jindai.

The beasts who were in charge of watching over them would certainly not allow the prisoners to hide food after today’s incident.

It was not until this moment that the other prisoners knew.

These seemingly numb Qing intelligence personnel had actually reignited the flame in their hearts the moment Qing Chen arrived here.

The prisoners, who had been numb for who knows how long, didn’t know what kind of madness came over them; it was as if they were enjoying long-lost freedom.

They shoved the Jindai soldiers to stop them from whipping the Qing intelligence personnel.

They belonged to different factions, and some didn’t even belong to any faction, but here, they all carried a tragic undertone, wanting to attempt a rebellion.

The Jindai soldiers called for support from the barracks, ready to suppress the place with force!

“Do you think a whipping is enough?” Jindai Yunzi walked slowly over from the barracks, sneering, “If that’s all, people would think this place is some kind of charity institution.”

The prisoners fell silent when they saw Jindai Yunzi.

They were too afraid to meet his gaze.

For the longest time, Jindai Yunzi had been the greatest shadow in their hearts.

“Break the legs of the two instigators,” Jindai Yunzi said, “Break them in front of Qing Chen, then hang them outside the pigsty. Hang them there for a few days. Whether they survive depends on their luck.”

There were no laws here; if Jindai Yunzi wanted to break someone’s legs, he could.

Except for Qing Chen.

Qing Chen chewed the protein bar in his mouth, thinking about why Jindai didn’t directly harm his body. Was it for the usurpation? But the news that he couldn’t be usurped should have reached Jindai by now.

Or did Jindai find a new way to make him a target for usurpation?

He had roughly guessed, for there weren’t many reasons that could explain Jindai’s behavior.

Qing Chen watched silently as the two Qing intelligence personnel were pinned to the ground, about to have their legs broken by the Jindai soldiers.

There was nothing he could do now. The shackles weighing thousands of pounds confined his freedom.

He did not scream, because screaming was useless.

He was not angry either, because anger was also useless.

All Qing Chen could do was wait to return, and then use all his efforts to strike back at Jindai.

But… something must be done.

The boy bowed his head, holding a stone in his hand, with shackles on his wrists and dirty mud under his feet.

Yet at this moment, the two Qing intelligence personnel pinned to the ground suddenly turned to him and smiled, “It’s okay.”

“Officer Qing Chen, it’s okay. It’s our duty.”

“Success doesn’t have to be mine.”

Qing Chen was stunned.

It’s okay.

These four words were what he had said, and now, they were returned to him.

Qing Chen seemed to be pulled back to the Takamagahara, where he sat lonely and side by side with Zhang Wenqi, watching destiny inevitably arrive.

For the saying ‘Success doesn’t have to be mine.’

Zhang Wenqi died.

The two Qing intelligence personnel willingly had their legs broken to throw him a protein bar.

Initially, Qing Chen was not moved when Zhang Wenqi died.

Because he wasn’t one of the Qing’s, and he didn’t have any sense of belonging to the Qing’s.

But at this moment, he suddenly thought of a question. He could not consider himself one of the Qing’s, but those intelligence personnel pinned their honor to him.

And for this intangible thing, they relentlessly and serenely dedicated everything.

Is this the Qing’s Family?

Is this the foundation for Qing’s Family standing firm in the Federation?

Qing Chen seemed to understand something.

With a crack, a cold butt of a Jindai soldier’s rifle slammed down, breaking the leg bone of one of the Qing intelligence personnel.

The blow was so harsh that the fractured leg bone protruded from the skin, looking particularly gruesome.

The Qing intelligence personnel couldn’t help but let out a heart-wrenching scream, like a beast in the wilderness caught in a giant trap, with its thigh bone broken.

From then on, the fate awaiting him was surely death.

Qing Chen watched as the two intelligence personnel were hoisted by ropes to the beams of the pigsty roof by the Jindai soldiers, hanging there.

Swaying in the cold wind.

He suddenly bent down and continued to build his stone wall.

The Jindai soldiers laughed arrogantly, “You broke your legs for him, hanging there. Look at what he can do? Look if he has any anger in his expression? He’s like a castrated bull, already without any fighting spirit!”

“Spit!”

The Qing intelligence personnel hanging there spat a mouthful of thick phlegm onto the face of a Jindai soldier, and then another violent beating ensued.