Chapter Seventy-Six: Executioner? What Fault to Intervene?

The man's eyebrows and eyes beneath the black hood were almost identical to Turtlefield Glutton Taro's.

"Turtlefield Glutton Taro, your face healed so quickly? How did you escape? You’ve been hiding some fine skills, haven’t you? And what did you do with my Yana Li?"

Lu Hu fired off a barrage of questions.

What worried him most at this moment was whether Yana Li had come to any harm.

The black-clad man stared at him, bewildered, blinking his triangular eyes. "Ni di, shenme di ganhuo?"

Yakexi marched forward and slapped him hard across the face. "Damn you and your ancestors, you’ve got some nerve, talking to the Godfather like that."

The moment the black-clad man spoke, Lu Hu breathed a sigh of relief.

This wasn’t Turtlefield Glutton Taro—their expressions, movements, and voices were markedly different.

He was also much slimmer than Turtlefield Glutton Taro, whose figure was round like a landmine. This fellow wasn’t even the size of a hand grenade—at best, a small shell.

The black-clad man was stubborn; after Yakexi's slap twisted his face, he whipped it back, challenging Yakexi with a defiant glare from his small triangular eyes.

"You little bastard, still not convinced?" Yakexi slapped him again, backhanded.

The man twisted his neck, straightening his face once more, continuing to glare.

"I’ll knock that stubbornness out of you!" Yakexi wound up and rained a flurry of slaps, over thirty in a row.

The black-clad man's head twisted this way and that, each time his face was struck, he straightened it immediately, glaring fiercely at Yakexi, refusing to yield.

They say the best swimmers drown, and the most stubborn get beaten—this one, while not mouthing off, was even more infuriating than those who did.

Yakexi was furious, gritting his teeth and slapping with all his strength.

"Yakexi, that’s enough," Lu Hu finally interjected, realizing this man had undergone rigorous training and could take a beating.

"Troublemaker!" Yakexi stopped, baring his teeth and rubbing his hands to ease the pain.

Damn, this guy’s face was tough as leather. Should have used my shoe sole earlier.

Lu Hu picked up the electric baton, mimicking the black-clad man's tone. "Ni di, shenme di ganhuo?"

The man sneered. "Wo di, I simply won’t tell you di ganhuo."

"Heh, can’t get enough of a beating, can you?" Lu Hu grinned amiably, cursing inwardly.

"Not afraid of a beating di, kill me di, I’ll be even happier di," the man challenged.

Lu Hu pressed the baton to his face. "Today, I won’t beat or scold you. Isn’t that what you want? I’ll let you have your fun."

He gently flicked the switch on the baton.

He didn’t turn it up to full power; he wasn’t looking to hit him with a heavy current. Against this kind of diehard, you had to work slowly, break him down bit by bit.

The black-clad man’s body convulsed violently, a tingling numbness spreading through him.

His facial muscles quivered, somewhere between a grimace and a grin.

"How’s that? Enjoying yourself? You look like you’re smiling pretty nicely," Lu Hu teased, adjusting the current.

The man couldn’t speak at all.

Lu Hu released the switch. "Well, does it feel good? Had enough fun? Ni di, shenme di ganhuo?"

The man, relaxing, collapsed to the floor, taking a long time before he could muster his strength. With a stiff neck, he forced an air of bravado. "Not afraid of fun di, still won’t tell you di ganhuo."

Lu Hu let out a cold laugh. "A stone from the latrine—filthy and tough. It seems this doctor must cure your madness."

He turned to Yakexi. "Untie him. Make him dance the breakdance for us."

"Troublemaker!" Yakexi quickly undid the ropes.

Freed, the black-clad man sprang up and swung a punch at Lu Hu.

Lu Hu saw it coming—he touched the baton to the man’s fist and turned it up halfway.

The man’s body went numb, arms and legs flailing, jerking stiffly like a breakdancer, his joints twisting in all directions.

Lu Hu alternated between his hands and knees with the current, making him move continuously, singing a song from his past life as accompaniment, "Dearest little ghost, please don’t, don’t cry. I will use my electricity, to train your little body..."

The man squirmed, dripping with sweat.

Lu Hu released the switch, and the man collapsed, limp as a rag.

"Ha, not a bad dance. Now—ni di, shenme di ganhuo?" Lu Hu thought, surely now he’ll speak.

"Not afraid of death di, still won’t tell you di ganhuo." The man’s body was weak, but his spirit remained unbroken.

"Yakexi, bring me those two useless swords of his."

"Troublemaker!" Yakexi fetched the man’s two long blades, presenting them to Lu Hu.

"You di, going to chop me di ganhuo?" The man thought Lu Hu was going to play with knives.

Lu Hu ignored him, wielding one sword in each hand, clashing them together, nicking and chipping both blades.

Lu Hu tossed the battered swords at the man's feet. "I know your supreme honor lies in ritual suicide. I’ll grant you that wish—go ahead, start."

The man slowly knelt, undid his shirt, revealing a solid abdomen with faint muscles.

He picked up the chipped blade ceremoniously, chanting under his breath.

Lu Hu sneered. "Get on with it—whoever you need to atone to, do it. Why are you stalling?"

The man measured his belly with the blade for a long time, gritting his teeth again and again but never making a cut. Finally, he looked up and said, "You're bullying me, truly bullying me."

"You wanted to die yourself. How am I bullying you?"

"I need a second di ganhuo."

"A second? What for? Someone as fearless as you, always looking for a beating, and you still need a second to finish the job?"

"This blade is too dull. Bring a proper sword."

"Best stick with your own. Both are as jagged as saws—just take your time. By the time you’ve sliced up all the bits inside, you’ll be finished, ha!"

The man mimed a few more times, then suddenly threw the blade aside and bowed his head to the ground. "Godfather, Kameda, I am willing to serve you."

"Kameda? Your name is Kameda? Which Kameda Glutton are you?" Lu Hu deduced that though this Kameda was not the one he knew, there must be some connection.

"Kameda Glutton Jiro."

"Oh, the younger brother of Kameda Glutton Taro."

"Yes, Godfather, you know my brother?"

"Very well. Your brother is currently trafficking illicit salt for me."

"Is that so? Wonderful!" Kameda Glutton Jiro's face lit up with joy.

"Then you should work for me, too."

"No, that won’t do," Jiro shook his head vigorously.

"Hmm..." A cold gleam flashed in Lu Hu's eyes.