Urban Soldier Young Master

Chapter 957 - 956: Mourning and Joy

Just like the kick that sneak-attacked Yuan He earlier, Chu Ge's punch was full of power. His left hand tightly gripped Yuan He's neck, and his right hand rose again, viciously striking down.However, just as Yuan He hadn't expected Chu Ge to be so tenacious, Yuan He, after taking this heavy punch, surprisingly launched a counterattack that caught Chu Ge off guard.

Before Chu Ge's fist could land, Yuan He, in a frenzy, arched his waist, desperately pulling out his hands trapped under Chu Ge's legs. His right hand moved to protect his temple, while his left hand, fingers together like a knife, stabbed fiercely at a knife wound on Chu Ge's abdomen.

Both of their attacks landed simultaneously, eliciting a muffled grunt from each, but neither stopped. Their bloodshot eyes glared as they continued their life-and-death struggle.

This battle could only be described as brutal. After ten seconds, the two entangled figures finally separated, slowly getting to their feet. After shaking their dizzy heads, they clashed again.

The scene grew increasingly horrific, with Yuan He being in a sorry state, and Chu Ge even worse.

A few minutes later, when they collapsed to the ground again and then rose, their reddened eyes gradually filled with a mix of shock and relief.

"So it was you." The two wiped the blood from the corners of their mouths with the backs of their hands, speaking in unison, though their emotions were entirely different.

When they uttered these four words, they finally confirmed their suspicions about each other.

No wonder they felt a sense of déjà vu from the first glance, and the familiar feeling only grew more pronounced as they fought. Turns out, this wasn't their first encounter, and this was their true appearance after shedding their masks.

Chu Ge let out a bitter laugh. Even without today's events, the two would be mortal enemies locked in bitter battle. He wanted to say something, but ultimately said nothing.

"Looks like I really should thank that useless Li Zheming. If not for him, I wouldn't have had the chance for revenge, settling old scores and new all at once."

Yuan He spat out blood-tinged saliva, slowly stumbling towards Chu Ge.

"Ha, haha, retribution, this really is retribution. You once defeated me, costing me the most important opportunity of my life, and now you're paying with your life!"

"You're outmatched; who can you blame?"

Chu Ge stood like a javelin, watching Yuan He approach step by step.

In truth, he was utterly exhausted now, barely able to see Yuan He's face, unable to clearly hear his voice, his mind buzzing with noise as the world spun.

Chu Ge remained upright, sustained by sheer willpower. If he was destined to die here today, he at least hoped to stand with dignity.

"That's right, I'm indeed not your equal. My skills are inferior in every subject, which is why you joined that elite organization while I couldn't."

Yuan He laughed self-deprecatingly, "In fact, even now I'm not your match. If not for your severe injuries, I still wouldn't stand a chance against you. If I had to fight the ones you've killed and they teamed up, they wouldn't even need to go all out, and I still wouldn't be a match for them."

"But! But what does it matter! You're still going to die by my hands! By my hands, which are nothing compared to you! Ha! Haha! Hahaha!"

Yuan He picked up the Butterfly Knife Chu Ge dropped earlier, using his fingers to wipe away some of the blood on the blade, then licking his blood-stained fingers. Laughing aloud, he raised the knife, his eyes sinister as he wobbled forward faster.

He resembled a hysterical mad dog.

Yuan He's laughter echoed sharply in Chu Ge's ears, his face increasingly distorted in Chu Ge's vision, and Chu Ge collapsed to the ground, his consciousness succumbing to darkness.

Before losing consciousness completely, Chu Ge seemed to hear something other than laughter. Maybe it was just a hallucination. Who knows?

In his dazed state, he couldn't tell how much time had passed before Chu Ge opened his eyes.

He found himself wearing a suit, a tie, standing on an empty stage that seemed to be the lobby of a hotel, with everything in his view either black or white.

Like the black and white photo hanging in the center of the stage and the white wreaths.

Oh...this is a funeral banquet, isn't it? The person in the photo, is that me? Whoa, this expression is a bit too serious, huh?

It's a shame there are no guests; all the tables are empty. Are my social connections really that bad?

This must be a dream, right? Or perhaps, it's my remaining consciousness wandering the world before dissipating completely? Is this the last experience before truly dying? How interesting.

Chu Ge didn't know what was going on, having never died before. He chuckled, walked off the stage, and found a coffin below.

Perhaps the coffin's original color was red or brown?

But all Chu Ge saw was black; in his current vision, there was only black and white.

He raised his hand and patted the coffin, but felt no sensation from his palm. The white curtains on the windows trembled slightly, yet he heard no wind. He noticed some fresh flowers next to the coffin, but when he sniffed, there was no fragrance.

No sense of smell, no hearing, no touch.

Chu Ge suddenly wanted to try picking a flower. Although he had no sense of touch, he did manage to pluck the flower, whose original color was anyone's guess, and bit into it. He chewed it carefully, as expected, he couldn't feel his teeth or his tongue touching the texture of the flower, and he had no sense of taste.

Chu Ge shrugged. Fortunately, he could still see and think. This sensation...was quite interesting, very peculiar.

Hmm, and then? What should I do? What can I do in my current state?

As Chu Ge thought this, he raised his hand to pinch his chin, then sat on the coffin lid, with some curiosity, crossed his legs, and continued to look around.

The hall's door suddenly opened, and people began to trickle in. Leading them were two individuals with identical figures and appearances, who turned out to be Qin Ruojing and Qin Ruoying.

"Wifey, I'm here. Hello, can you see me?"

Chu Ge waved a hand at Qin Ruojing and opened his mouth to speak a voice he couldn't even hear himself. Although these two were indistinguishable from each other, he had a feeling, he was sure the one on the left was Qin Ruojing.

Qin Ruojing's gaze was straight ahead, her eyes showing no fluctuation.

"Hey, I'm already dead, shouldn't you stop being mad at me? If this is my last consciousness, or perhaps a dream, wouldn't you at least let me see you smile?"

Chu Ge's silent voice still brought no change. He turned and jumped down from the coffin, coming before Qin Ruojing, and made a funny face at her, but unfortunately, Qin Ruojing walked right through him.

Chu Ge was taken aback and turned to watch Qin Ruojing's back.

This isn't scientific—I can clearly touch the coffin, pluck a flower, how can she...

At this thought, Chu Ge wryly curled his mouth. Everything in front of him was so bizarrely surreal, and yet he was still considering scientific issues? He certainly was silly enough.

Qin Ruojing and Qin Ruoying stood silently on either side of the coffin, seeming to wait for the people filing in to take their seats.

The hall continued to fill with people, and Chu Ge saw many familiar faces: Tong Yaqi, Ye Li, Mu Lingshan, Shu Lulu, Luo Suyun, He Qing, He Junming, Lu Gang, Ji Songtao, Chen Jiatong, Xu Jingyuan, Chen Jue, Lin Gaoze...

Nearly everyone he'd interacted with since returning to Lido had come.

The women associated with him sat beside the table closest to the coffin, their expressions sorrowful and bitter.

Apart from these familiar people to Chu Ge, there were some very strange ones, or rather, Chu Ge didn't know if they should even be counted as human.

On their faces, there were no features.

Chu Ge's eyes twitched. Hey, do they have to be so creepy? What's the deal with these guys?

Finally, except for Qin Ruojing and Qin Ruoying standing by the coffin, everyone else sat around the tables.

Qin Ruojing pursed her lips and then said something, but despite Chu Ge's efforts to listen, he couldn't hear a thing.

Soon after, Qin Ruojing and Qin Ruoying together opened the coffin.

With a complex mix of emotions, Chu Ge looked inside the coffin. His pupils suddenly shrank, a cold sensation spreading throughout his body, his scalp tingling a bit.

Inside the coffin lay a person wearing the exact same suit as he was, with an identical figure, but... this person's face also had no features!

Chu Ge's brows furrowed tightly.

Suddenly, a blinding light flashed. Chu Ge reflexively squinted, and then the light grew so intense he had to close his eyes.

When he opened them again, the scene before him had abruptly changed.

Before him was no longer a simple world of black and white, yet it wasn't a normal colorful world either, for besides black and white, there was only one other color, red.

It was still a hotel hall, and the people were the same as before, even their seating was identical, of course, including those eerie entities without facial features, who might or might not be human.

However, everyone was now dressed in red, with bright red tablecloths on the tables, and a red carpet running through a black-white-red floral arch from the entrance to the stage.

The place where Chu Ge stood, where there should have been a coffin, was now empty. He stood there, while all the seated people beside the tables showed no change in expression, as if he were completely invisible.

Chu Ge frowned and slowly turned around. Qin Ruojing and Qin Ruoying were standing right behind him, one on the left and one on the right.

Further back was a very festive curtain, playing black-and-white slide shows of wedding photos of him and the sisters.

Most prominently on the curtain was a large red character for "Happiness."