AWITTGABAGIWOBAFOAP Chapter 12

Chapter 12: Late Ancestor Bullies Children “Do you know the consequences of deceiving me?…

After leaving the deathmatch arena, Song Ningwan had the legion find a factory in advance, gathering all the children together.

There were boys and girls of all ages, huddled in groups of twos and threes in the corner, afraid to move.

Despite the several cardboard boxes in front of them filled with mid-grade nutrient paste, the children were so starved that they were skin and bones, their eyes gleaming, but no one dared to touch it.

After all, having experienced the deathmatch, it would be strange if they weren’t afraid.

Song Ningwan naturally knew this, so he sat up straight, picked up a nutrient paste, and tore open the packaging.

Sure enough, the children perked up their ears, staring at the food like hungry wolves.

“Want to eat?” Song Ningwan raised his hand and waved it, making himself the focus of attention.

“I’m going to ask you three questions now. If anyone can answer them correctly, they get food.” Song Ningwan threw the nutrient paste back into the box, his gaze sweeping over everyone.

He wouldn’t ask the children to line up and stand properly; after all, having just arrived in an unfamiliar environment, no one could let down their guard.

“Now I will ask the questions. First, how many of you are there in total? I need a satisfactory answer,” Song Ningwan said.

At first, no one dared to answer, and time passed by in seconds.

After a long wait, Song Ningwan not only didn’t urge them but leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes to rest comfortably.

“There, there are more than 100…” a weak male voice appeared.

Song Ningwan smiled encouragingly and beckoned, “Good boy, come here.”

“You, you… you really, really will give me food?” Hesitantly, in a low voice, as if unsure, hiding in the crowd.

“Of course, a good child who answers the questions correctly deserves a reward.” Song Ningwan said calmly, continuing to encourage, “You can think for yourself, or gamble on the authenticity of the event, because the future is always changing. This is my rule.”

Confusion reappeared on the children’s faces.

People who don’t know how to think independently and only listen to orders in everything will never be able to train themselves and develop a way of thinking that is careful in everything they encounter.

Just when Song Ningwan thought it would be difficult to get the wolf cubs to put away their fangs today and was about to leave, he was stopped by a faint voice.

“Great sir, please give me a piece of food. My sister’s heart is about to stop beating. I, I want to save her!”

Song Ningwan turned around, and the children, being perceptive, voluntarily made way.

A skinny boy held a girl with a sallow complexion and sunken eyes in his arms, her clothes ragged and tattered, the exposed small neck stained with blood.

The boy was no better off, covered in wounds that seemed to reveal his white bones, still bowing his head to kiss his sister’s yellowed long hair, “Don’t sleep, open your eyes, okay?”

He was the one who answered the question just now, so Song Ningwan naturally knew this, so he walked to the cardboard box and picked up a high-grade nutrient solution and a medical kit.

As he walked over, the children scattered, leaving space for Song Ningwan.

“You answered one question, so here’s the nutrient solution for you. You need to answer the second question, and I will treat your sister’s wounds.” Song Ningwan handed over the high-grade nutrient solution and continued, “Aim the needle at your arm and inject the liquid.”

The boy nodded immediately, carefully took the nutrient solution, not daring to touch Song Ningwan, tore open the packaging, and hesitated greatly.

Until the girl in his arms murmured in a low voice, her chapped lips oozing blood, “Pumi, brother…”

Pumi panicked, his hands trembling, raised his sister’s arm, and made up his mind to stab it in.

“Ugh!”

“Sister?” Pumi pushed the nutrient solution in, and seeing the girl in his arms no longer struggling, he immediately burst into tears, “Pulan? Sister…”

“Let me see.” Song Ningwan frowned, squatted down, and was pushed away by the frail Pumi.

“You’re a bad person! You’re all bad people!!! I hate you, give me back my sister!” Pumi cried heartbreakingly, shedding his weakness and incompetence, and no one dared to speak at this moment.

Because they knew Pulan was dead.

Offending a big shot was bad enough, but he had also pushed Song Ningwan himself, and no one knew how bad the consequences would be…

Weeping in despair, suppression and fear lay in everyone’s heart, unable to dissipate.

Pumi was so presumptuous that he angered the big shot, and everyone would suffer.

Everyone had ulterior motives, only the girl’s low voice sounded, “Brother, don’t cry.”

Pumi was stunned, lowered his head to look at the girl in his arms, tears soaking his clothes, “Sister! Are you in pain? Where do you feel uncomfortable?!”

Pulan struggled to raise her hand and touched her brother’s lips, “I’m okay, brother. My head isn’t dizzy anymore, and I can see you clearly now.”

“Where is this…”

Pumi touched his sister’s forehead and said softly, “There are no more big wolves here. It’s very good here. But your brother won’t be able to stay with you anymore. You have to be good.”

“Where is brother going?” Pulan asked doubtfully.

Pumi pursed his lips, leaned his sister’s body against the wall, walked to Song Ningwan, and knelt down on one knee, “Please forgive my sister. She is still young. I am willing to accept punishment. Please, sir.” He kowtowed heavily on the ground.

“Don’t… brother!”

Hearing his sister’s anxious voice, Pumi was ashen, and kowtowed again, “Please, sir!”

“Remember what I said?” Song Ningwan said coldly, but without extra emotion.

Everyone shuddered at this moment, casting sympathetic glances at Pumi.

“I am willing to atone for my sins with death.” His sister’s cries were heart-wrenching, seeming to want to crawl over, but her body was too weak to move.

Song Ningwan lowered his eyes to look at Pumi kneeling on the ground without dignity and repeated, “Answer me, what did I say?”

Although this sentence was strange, Pumi honestly said.

“You, you said to answer the questions.”

“Second question, I want to know if anyone has seen a boy with golden curly hair, deep-set eyes, and bright black pupils. Very beautiful.” Song Ningwan habitually stared at people, making it easy to observe some micro-expressions.

It seemed that Pumi hadn’t seen Allen, and neither had any of the children in the deathmatch arena.

“Sir, I’ve seen him.” Pulan suddenly spoke up, her voice hoarse due to weakness.

Pumi, kneeling on the ground, turned back upon hearing this, seemingly puzzled.

“Can you let my brother get up? He’s not feeling well.” Pulan’s voice was very soft, with a weak feeling.

Song Ningwan found it interesting, “Get up.”

“Sister…” The two children looked at each other, and both stopped talking.

Pumi stood up from the ground, still not letting down his guard.

Song Ningwan didn’t walk over, afraid of scaring the children, but his voice was much lighter, “Where did you see him? Or, you should know what the consequences of deceiving me are.”

“I know sir is not a bad person.” Pulan raised her head, her voice soft, her expression very serious, “Bad people wouldn’t save me, nor would they let my brother answer those questions. Also, sir’s eyes seem to be smiling.”

This statement was interesting. Song Ningwan was a little surprised. The little girl was very smart, able to observe the essence in times of crisis.

This kind of quality was rare.

“I might not have had the intention to kill at the time, but aren’t you afraid of the consequences of deceiving me?” Song Ningwan said.

Pulan asked back, “Sir saved me and gave me high-quality food. Would you let me die casually? That wouldn’t realize my value, and it would make you lose money.”

Too smart.

Song Ningwan admired Pulan’s fearlessness in the face of danger, her intelligence, her meticulousness, her keen observation skills, and her ability to think.

So he couldn’t help but ask, “What do you think I want you to do?”

“First, cough, cough, cough!” Before Pulan could finish speaking, she turned her head and coughed a few times, her small face pale and colorless.

“Sister?” Pumi had already run over like a wisp of smoke, supporting the girl’s fragile spine.

Pulan paused for a while before opening her mouth, “It’s okay, brother, don’t be sad. I will live for you.”

Pulan continued, “Sir, whatever you want to do, we will listen.”

“You know I want to find my child, but you didn’t say it. Because you’re afraid I won’t believe you anymore.” Song Ningwan carried the medical kit, opened it, and rummaged through it for bandages and medicine. He glanced at the production date. Although he couldn’t understand it, it shouldn’t be expired. There were also other medical devices that he didn’t understand, so he threw the entire medical kit over directly, “Take it and use it.”

“Children,” Song Ningwan said to everyone, “I now need you to make a choice. First, from today on, you are free. You can choose to leave the factory, and no one will stop you on the way. But after that, your future is uncertain, and your life is in your own hands.”

Song Ningwan was indeed a little different from his previous masters, and the children gradually let down their guard.

After hearing about freedom, many people fell into confusion.

What is freedom?

Being abducted, being chased, being bitten.

Or… death.

No one understood, which meant no one would act.

Song Ningwan smiled, “Second, you can stay and work for me. I will support you and give you Contribution Points as rewards. In the future, you will no longer go hungry, and there will be tools to treat you when you are injured. The most important thing is that life and death are in your hands, and destiny is determined by yourself.”

Pulan grabbed Pumi’s hand and raised it, “We are willing to join you, sir. We are willing to serve you. Please accept our fragile, helpless selves and become your best assistants in the future.”

“I accept. Hello, little partners.” Song Ningwan walked over, took Pulan’s hand, and released it immediately.

This scene fell into everyone’s eyes, and they were all excited, “I, can I join?”

Song Ningwan nodded and shook hands, “Of course, hello.”

As one person succeeded in “holding hands,” more and more children also expressed their willingness to stay.

Only a small number of older children pursed their lips and said nothing, rushing out of the factory in one breath and disappearing without a trace.

Song Ningwan didn’t say much. The most important thing at the moment was to find Allen, so he asked Pulan’s name and said to everyone, “I will appoint Pulan as your captain. If I’m not here, you can listen to her from now on. Children, I’m now giving you a task. I need to find my child. His name is Allen, and I’ve told you his characteristics. Whoever can find my child will be greatly rewarded. Oh, yes, he may not be in Upper Trash District, so you must be careful and prioritize your own safety above all else, understand?”

“Allen?”