Night’s Nomenclature-Chapter 487: Giving Life a Thumbs Up

Is it really okay?

Being scorned by more than 2900 prisoners, standing in this foul-smelling pigsty, being ridiculed like a monkey by Shendai soldiers, is it really okay?

Qing Chen didn't think he had such a strong heart, but he had to start learning to understand.

To understand the hardships of this world.

To understand the helplessness of ordinary people.

When he was at Luo City Foreign Language School, many students thought Qing Chen had a hard time, having to earn his tuition and living expenses himself.

But now, what were those hardships compared to this?

Even in Prison 18, before he became a Knight, what he experienced was far less than one ten-thousandth of today's.

Li Shutong helped him overcome the knot of his past suffering; now he had to walk this path alone.

Shendai Yunzhi looked at the prisoners, very satisfied that they finally succumbed to the temptation of food. He smiled at the Shendai soldiers and said, "Let them move stones for another hour, and give 2921 people 2900 synthetic protein bars tonight."

He broke his promise. He said that they wouldn't have to do hard labor today, and each would get a protein bar, but he could freely change his words.

Shendai Yunzhi seemed to be deliberately announcing that in this A02 Secret Military Base, he had the final say.

The prisoners lowered their heads numbly; no one glared at Shendai Yunzhi. Qing Chen knew that these people must have often faced this situation for decades.

Opposition and complaints would only result in a beating.

Shendai Yunzhi came before Qing Chen and said with a smile, "Isn't it ironic? Those who once swore allegiance to the Qing Family now scorn you for a bite of food. You know, Qing Mu didn't commit suicide so that these people could continue to live." ƒreewebηoveℓ.com

Qing Chen smiled, "Your mother's dead."

Shendai Yunzhi was stunned.

He thought Qing Chen would talk about the Qing Family's beliefs, about the persistence of Qing Family intelligence officers, but he didn't expect such crude abuse.

Qing Chen continued, "If you think you have the ability to make me submit, then try. From the moment I knew you couldn't kill me, I knew your fate. I'm ready for that day. Are you ready?"

Since Shendai wouldn't kill him, the worst-case scenario was simply being stuck here for a lifetime.

So why submit?

Shendai Yunzhi turned to leave, "Don't worry, you'll be stuck here for a long time; we can play slowly."

Then, he said to the soldiers, "Starve him for three days and three nights, then feed him pig slop, and see if he's still so tough then."

Night fell.

Qing Chen watched as the prisoners, organized by the Shendai soldiers, slowly walked towards the prison area.

Under the night sky, more than half of the prisoners lined up, with those behind putting their arms on the shoulders of those in front, like the train game they played as children.

Those behind had unfocused eyes, like the blind.

Qing Chen was startled, but he quickly realized that this was because the prisoners hadn't had enough nutrition for a long time and had developed night blindness.

They had to be guided by people with good eyesight to return to their barracks in the prison area at night.

Qing Chen looked at these prisoners. Their clothes were thin synthetic winter coats, and they wore thin rubber shoes.

Many people's ankles were swollen from the cold, and their swollen feet were barely crammed into their shoes, looking particularly awkward.

Qing Chen sat in the mud of the pigsty, looking at the empty trough. He patted a black pig, "You're really unlucky; you're going to be starved for three days because of me."

The prisoners were silent for a while. A prisoner who had been imprisoned for stealing a High Caste vehicle muttered softly, "Is this guy crazy? He's still worried about pigs at a time like this?!"

Someone behind him reminded, "Hush."

The night in this cold region was exceptionally cold. With a temperature of Ling minus 30 degrees, Qing Chen felt like he was frozen in the mud.

This temperature wouldn't kill a C-Class expert, it would only bring pain.

He felt it all seriously, recording everything he experienced in his mind.

In the past, he would have wanted to seal up his painful experiences. Now, he wanted to feel them even more deeply.

Even his past sufferings were examined one by one.

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The next morning.

The prisoners were driven to the stone quarry like lambs.

Everyone worked while occasionally looking at Qing Chen's side.

They found that the young man was sitting in the pigsty, with frost on his hair and eyebrows.

Everyone knew how difficult the night here was, especially since Qing Chen's clothes had been soaked in saliva and he hadn't eaten anything.

At this time, an Airship arrived, and several uniformed civilian officers came down from it, carrying filming equipment.

The prisoners knew that they were going to record Qing Chen's miserable state and spread it to destroy the morale of the Qing Family intelligence officers.

Previously, Shendai Consortium had been forced by Qing Chen to return Qing Mu and had its intelligence alliance broken up by Qing Chen; these things had become a laughingstock in the intelligence world.

Now, Shendai Consortium had captured Qing Chen and made him repeat Qing Mu's misfortune, which was the most ironic counterattack.

The officers set up their equipment, focusing on the miserable Qing Chen.

Someone wanted to approach to take close-up shots, but a Shendai soldier from A02 base hesitated and stopped them, "Don't get too close; it's dangerous."

The civilian officers were stunned. They looked at the soldier and then at the haggard and miserable Qing Chen in the pigsty. They didn't understand where the danger came from.

However, when these Shendai Consortium officers stood by the pigsty to take pictures, all the prisoners saw Qing Chen stand up, wearing heavy shackles.

The shackles made a rattling sound, and the ice-covered clothes on Qing Chen made a cracking sound of ice shards, like a winter Towel frozen and forcefully rubbed.

At this time, everyone noticed that the Shendai soldier guarding Qing Chen instinctively took a step back.

But the soldier quickly reacted; the other party's hands were shackled, he couldn't even lift them, and he was incapable of hurting anyone.

He adjusted his expression and said to the civilian officers, "You can take pictures now, quickly."

The civilian officers raised their cameras, but were astonished to see that the young man slowly raised his right arm in the lens.

The heavy shackles caused his arm muscles to tremble. The single handcuff weighing 800 kilograms, used to restrain B-Class experts, made people feel breathless just looking at it.

The prisoners watched silently. They saw the young man slowly raise his arm.

Then he smiled brightly and gave a V-sign with his right hand.

"Giving life a thumbs up!" Qing Chen said.

The civilian officers were stunned. They were here to film how miserable Qing Chen was, but at this moment, he didn't look miserable at all.

The civilian officers angrily said to the soldier, "Your superior told us to come and take pictures, but you haven't even dealt with him yet. How can we take pictures? Where is Shendai Yunzhi?"

Shendai Yunzhi came from the distant military camp with more than ten officers. He said coldly, "Since when can civilian officers shout at me?"

The civilian officer's momentum faltered. He mumbled, "The higher-ups require the promotional materials to be ready within seven days. You can figure it out."

Shendai Yunzhi frowned. He said, "You can stay in the military camp for three days, and it will be fine after three days. Second Lieutenant, take them hunting in the wilderness, let them eat some wild game, it's something they can't taste outside."

A junior officer beside him nodded, "Understood."

"Okay, you said so, wait for you three days," The civilian officers took their equipment and left with the Second Lieutenant.

Qing Chen lowered his arm and smiled, "Hey, I feel like you're not doing very well under Shendai. Even the civilian officers are so arrogant in front of you. Why don't you defect to the Qing Family? Come scrub the toilets in my office at PCA. I'll ensure your safety for life."

Shendai Yunzhi glanced at him and said to the prisoners, "Stop working. Each of you take a stone and throw it at him. Same as yesterday, those who throw stones get synthetic protein bars; if one person less throws stones, everyone will get no food. Anyone who throws lightly will be whipped."

Then, Shendai Yunzhi whispered, "Don't actually kill him."

Then he turned and left.

A prisoner who had been brought here for flirting with a High Caste woman picked up a fist-sized stone and ran over, throwing it at Qing Chen's head.

Qing Chen simply dodged it by tilting his head.

But with his movements restricted by shackles, he could dodge one, but not two thousand.

One prisoner after another came to the edge of the pigsty and threw stones.

Apart from his Face[-], Qing Chen was covered in injuries.

The Qing Family intelligence officers came forward, hesitated with their stones, and even when the nearby soldiers whipped them, they didn't throw the stones.

Seeing those people bleeding from the whips.

Qing Chen calmly said, "It's okay."

Those four words again.

The Qing Family intelligence officers eventually threw the stones, hitting Qing Chen with a bang, reopening his wounds.

Blood mixed with mud through his clothes, and the black pigs were scared and hid in the corner again.

No one spoke, and Qing Chen didn't speak again.

After all the prisoners had left, he sat in the pigsty, gasping for air. The prisoners were chronically underfed, and even their stone throwing was weak.

But being hit by two thousand people, even with his current strength, it was excruciating.

On the third morning.

When all the prisoners came out of the prison area to work, the first thing they did was to look at the pigsty to see if the young man was dead.

But the next scene stunned everyone.

The previously drafty pigsty was surrounded by a windbreak wall built by the young man with the stones thrown at him yesterday.

He didn't complain or submit, but continued to show his will through his actions.

Some Shendai soldiers rushed over and pushed down the rubble wall, but Qing Chen's expression didn't show any discouragement.

At one point, the Qing Family intelligence officers even felt that the young man's eyes looking at the Shendai soldiers were somewhat compassionate.

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