Yama Reborn-Chapter 585 - 582: This Is a Big Shot!

When the Wizard lifted the tent flap and walked in, he saw Nolan leaning on a chair, holding a bottle of whiskey, gulping it down.

Seeing the Wizard come in, Nolan smiled and said, "Want a drink? I had someone make some ice with the ice maker. It's refreshing to have a chilled drink in a place this hot."

The Wizard coldly glanced at Nolan, walked over to him, and stared down at Nolan.

Nolan smiled nonchalantly and handed a bottle to the Wizard.

The Wizard didn't take it, still looking coldly at Nolan.

Nolan sighed, put down the bottle, and said with a wry smile, "Staring angrily at me won't help. You know... ever since our last failed rebellion, I've fallen out of favor with the Octopus Monster.

If it weren't for me being his Chosen One, killing me would weaken his powers—he would have done it long ago."

The ice on the Wizard's face thawed slightly, and he said in a deep voice, "So, you still can't contact the Octopus Monster?"

"No, I can't. I've called dozens of times." Nolan smiled wryly.

"You don't know where he is now either?"

"I don't know."

The Wizard gritted his teeth and suddenly asked, "What about Lillian? Where was she sent?"

"The hospital.

There's a fairly decent hospital in this country's Capital. The medical facilities were aided by international organizations, and they have some skilled doctors.

Lillian was sent there for treatment—to be precise, to maintain life.

I arranged for a professional medical transport plane, which can arrive at the Capital airport in two days to transport Lillian back to M Country."

The Wizard fell silent.

Nolan handed the bottle over again: "Have a drink. I know this crap is making you unhappy—I'm actually quite unhappy too.

But there's nothing we can do now.

All we can do is wait here.

At this time, besides having a drink, there's not much else we can do.

Have a drink, ease your emotions, calm down, and better prepare for the unknown future."

The Wizard coldly looked at Nolan: "Since when the hell did you become a philosopher!"

Nolan laughed heartily: "After I died twice.

It's a pity Chen Nuo isn't here. If he were, he would understand. There's an old saying in the East, between life and death lies great terror.

I went through that terror twice, and I came to understand many things."

The Wizard finally took the bottle, didn't use a glass or ice, uncapped it, and took a big gulp.

"Keep trying to contact the Octopus Monster, let me know as soon as there's news."

Nolan smiled: "I will. And what about you? What will you do, continue searching?"

"Search my ass."

The Wizard sneered: "It's all just for show, why should I bother?!

Now, I just want to lure out the person who attacked Lillian, then tear their Consciousness Space to shreds and throw it into a swamp for the crocodiles!"

Watching the Wizard walk out of the tent with the bottle, Nolan pouted.

Damn it, it seems you two do have something going on.

·

The Wizard's anger over Lillian's serious injury apparently exceeded normal limits.

Nolan's assessment was: this old schemer obviously has something going on with the Diamond Queen!

The two were imprisoned on the moon for so long... who knows what happened.

Later, they teamed up together and have been traveling together to this day.

Clearly, their relationship exceeds normal partnership boundaries.

But then again... it's not surprising.

This old schemer, the Wizard, has had a pretty miserable time.

During that operation in Antarctica, his son died there.

Then he himself was captured and imprisoned.

The Diamond Queen Lillian, although rumored to have a messy private life, is after all a Controller, and part of the elite ranks of humanity.

She matches well with the Wizard.

Two disheartened people ending up in bed together isn't that surprising.

·

After the Wizard walked out of the tent, the anger on his face quickly vanished, and the unwillingness and fury in his eyes gave way to a calm gaze.

He walked to the side with the bottle, glanced at it, sneered, and tossed it away.

Nolan, this guy, is clearly unreliable now.

The courage he once had to challenge the Seed, after experiencing death twice, this guy's mentality has obviously collapsed.

He's nothing more than a useless wreck now.

The Wizard's gaze slowly focused in the shadows.

So...

It seems I can no longer ally with Nolan.

Who else could be a potential partner?

It seems...

I can only consider those two damned lovers...

·

Three in the afternoon.

Three in the afternoon in Africa, is the hottest time of the day.

In this small country's Capital City, it's as if the gunfire that persisted all night has completely stopped during the day.

Corot was sitting next to the hotel parking lot, by a European-style stone flowerbed—around the flowerbed was a circle of fountains.

The spraying mist seemed to bring a bit of coolness.

Unfortunately, this bit of coolness couldn't dissolve the anxiety and unease in Corot's heart.

He was smoking heavily, with five or six cigarette butts already on the ground.

By noon, the hotel staff told Corot that the security in the Capital had basically stabilized, with the government army controlling the city—the chaos caused by the sudden death of the President, which sparked a small-scale rebellion, has now been completely quelled.

But for safety's sake, they also advised Corot not to leave the hotel.

At least the hotel is under the protection of the government army, with checkpoints set up on the surrounding streets.

And the hotel has its own security force.

Corot couldn't leave, but still tried his best to fulfill Gray Cat's request.

At all costs, he spent a lot of money to bribe the hotel staff, purchasing the supplies he needed from the hotel's back storage.

Moreover, the biggest headache, gasoline, was also resolved. Just the cost...

The amount spent on gasoline was enough to buy another car.

Corot had no choice—he is no longer a Special Ability User.

As a flesh-and-blood ordinary person, if he dared to leave the hotel and venture into this chaotic city in search of fuel,

Corot was sure he would die out there.

Now, all the supplies have been purchased and loaded onto the off-road RV.

He even spent some money to have the hotel repairman give the car a quick check-up.

But the closer it got to three in the afternoon, the more nervous and frightened Corot became!

He knew very well that if Gray Cat didn't come back... that would be his greatest crisis!!

In this war-torn little country where you never know when gunfire might erupt.

If not for being with Gray Cat, there's no way he could get out alive!

And his vehicle, loaded with supplies, and that fully refueled off-road RV, would not bring any sense of security, but rather attract countless coveting eyes.

If he dared to drive away in that car.

Perhaps once he left this Capital City, there would be problems.

But once he left this city, in this war-torn country, that vehicle loaded with supplies would become a piece of juicy meat attracting wolves!

And he, an ordinary person with no special abilities, would only become a lamb to be slaughtered!

This situation made Corot, who once stood among the elite of humanity, exceptionally angry in his heart.

If it were in a peaceful country, and Gray Cat ran off leaving him like this...

Corot will be so happy that he'll wake up smiling in his sleep!

He already has a fortune of millions of US dollars; the world is vast, and he can live anywhere.

And without a master, he has regained his freedom.

Although being half-human, half-pig will be a problem—he just needs to avoid people during his pig hours every day, and he could still survive.

But...

This is a war-torn land!

He needs a strong protector.

It's already 3:05.

Corot's heart is gradually sinking!

With Africa's scorching sun beating down, he feels a trace of cold spreading from deep within his heart!

The parking lot faces the hotel's main entrance.

At this moment, that entrance looks like the mouth of a human-devouring monster!

If he were to start the car and leave the hotel now...

Nine deaths and one life?

No!

It's ten deaths and no life!

At 3:08 in the afternoon, Corot once again flicked away a cigarette butt that burned out.

He must implement the second plan now!

After all, he was once the Controller, having endured the blood and turmoil of the Underground World.

He spent the entire night last night crafting a backup plan, in case the Gray Cat doesn't return, trying to struggle to survive!

To survive... staying at the hotel seems like a good choice.

The hotel is funded by white capital, protected by the local government, and has its own security force.

There are over ten armed guards. These guards are the hotel's private militia.

It appears that the hotel is currently very safe.

But... Corot isn't a fool!

Having weathered life's storms, Corot knows that, presently, the seemingly stable little capital city is actually a powder keg!

After a warlord leader dies under mysterious circumstances, an internal struggle of blood and chaos is inevitable!

The current peace is merely the calm before the storm.

This is just a temporary window.

If he foolishly stays here, just for the promise of safety at the hotel...

Once this capital city erupts into massive armed conflict, the city will be immediately consumed by war!

By then, relying on just the dozen or so hotel security guards? They'll be nothing more than eggs under a hammer.

The best option is to quickly leave the capital, escape this powder keg, and rapidly depart this war-torn country.

And to leave the capital and the country... requires...

The capital's airport is not an option! It's already closed, no flights can take off. The few existing commercial routes have stopped operating.

By land... he must fight through the capital city, then travel north, crossing the country's territories, passing through unknown tribal armed territories.

Then, cross the border and flee to a neighboring country—where things are at least peaceful.

This morning, while bribing the hotel manager, Corot hinted to him.

Then got a message.

He needs to buy a gun!

Without Special Ability, Corot knows that in this war-torn country, for an ordinary person of flesh and blood like him, the only way to protect himself is with firearms.

At this moment, there's no other choice.

Corot took a deep breath, turned around, and walked back into the hotel lobby.

The air conditioning's cool breeze couldn't disperse the anxiety in Corot's heart.

He quickly found that hotel manager, and after a brief conversation, they walked through the corridor, reaching the back of the hotel.

After spending five hundred dollars, the manager took the money and left, leaving Corot waiting there.

Soon, a guard dressed in hotel security attire approached, coldly handing Corot something wrapped in newspaper.

Corot took it and was about to leave, but was pulled back by the guy! 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

The black guard stared fiercely at Corot, making a gesture.

Corot was furious, wanting to say: I've already paid!

But he knew that at such a moment, talking sense to this aggressive guard as an ordinary person?

Meaningless.

Having prepared, he took out a prepared paper roll from his pocket—rolled-up bills.

Two hundred dollars.

After handing it to the black guard, the guard took and counted it, then waved his hand aggressively.

Corot quickly left.

He didn't go directly to the parking lot; instead, he entered the hotel lobby's bathroom, locked himself in a stall, and opened the newspaper-wrapped package.

It was a gun.

The rifling was severely worn, quite old.

But after checking, Corot found it usable.

A total of twenty-six bullets.

He spent seven hundred dollars for such a meager thing, harshly ripped off.

But nothing else can be done now.

Quickly handling the gun, he loaded the magazine full, inserted it, and hooked the handgun to his waist.

The remaining bullets were carefully tucked into his jacket pocket.

Exiting the bathroom, Corot felt a little more confident, even with his originally fearful heart.

A hint of resolve began to stir from within him.

Having once been a low-level Special Ability User, he climbed up, gradually enhancing his power, overcoming obstacles, and ultimately reaching the Controller's pinnacle!

What chaos hasn't he been through?

It's just...

Risking life once more!

Buoying himself with courage along the way, Corot regained some confidence, walking out of the hotel lobby with head held high.

Upon exiting, he vaguely saw the hotel manager standing at a distance, looking at him with complicated eyes.

Corot's heart clenched slightly.

Quickly heading to the parking lot, he found and entered his car.

Starting the engine, checking the dashboard's indicators, Corot took a deep breath, saying to himself.

"I can do this! I survived against two Controllers in a one-on-two battle years ago! Now, it's just a matter of getting out of this damn place!!"

Killing intent gleamed in Corot's eyes.

Pressing the accelerator, the car gently jolted forward, finally moving.

But at this moment, a voice came from the cabin behind.

This voice instantly shattered all the killing intent and courage Corot had painstakingly built up!

"The preparations were well done, but I've checked the fridge; where's the ice cream I wanted?"

Screech!

Corot slammed the brakes, spinning around!

Only to see the Gray Cat, lying in a ball on the motorhome's dining table, lazily looking at him.

In an instant, Corot felt unsure about his feelings—it was so complicated!

Logically, a slave shouldn't have such mindsets towards a slave owner.

Yet at this moment, Corot felt some warmth in his eyes.

Is this a slave owner?

No!

This is a lifeline!!