Unusual Fate Records

Chapter 182.013. The Transaction
Haruko Sada stared at the man's eyes, a hint of fear in them:
"I was just joking, you don't even have breasts, why are you being so fierce!"

The man remained silent, as always.

"Hey, what exactly did you bring me here for?" After a moment, Haruko Sada asked tentatively.

"I want to use your abilities," Jin Ziyue said without beating around the bush.

The girl's eyes flickered with uncertainty, and her pretty face grew more serious: "What nonsense are you talking about? I don't understand."

"You saw it that day too. The world is inhabited by White Walkers, so it's not an exaggeration for humans to possess so-called special abilities."

"That's true, but what makes you think I have any special abilities?"

"I can discover other people's destiny, and your destiny grants you the ability to send messages in dreams."

As if her secret had been exposed, Haruko Sada fell silent.

"How did you find out?"

You were talking in your sleep last night.

"..."

"Isn't talking in your sleep normal?" the girl argued vehemently.

Jin Ziyue glanced at her and said, "What if every word was enunciated clearly, and tears streamed down her face for an hour?"

Haruko Sada blushed, speechless for a long time before finally managing to utter:
"But you can't eavesdrop!"

Jin Ziyue stared at her without saying a word.

Feeling guilty under her gaze, the girl decided to be frank and said, "That's right! I dreamt of the person I miss, but I can't give this to you!"

Name your price.

Haruko Sada laughed in exasperation: "Fine, one night!"

Ignoring her absurd request, Jin Ziyue said, "I'll help you retrieve your belongings."

At first, the girl didn't react, but then she suddenly remembered something and her face turned red with anger: "You're invading my privacy!"

"You bastard!"

Jin Ziyue said, "I have never been a gentleman."

"I've gone to so much trouble to sell you today!" The girl gritted her teeth, her face fierce.

"You have no choice." Jin Ziyue pretended not to hear and ignored her protests.

After much deliberation, Haruko Sada decided that considering the man's despicable methods and the fact that he was an assassin, she might actually be able to retrieve her father's belongings from her boss.

For ordinary thugs in society, the choice between a skilled assassin who can scale walls and has extraordinary abilities is already quite clear.

Let those rotten people fight amongst themselves.

Haruko Sada thought viciously.

"Okay, but I need to get my father's belongings first and see him!"

"Does receiving the keepsake truly mean we can meet again?"

Jin Ziyue hesitated for a moment.

"Of course." I wear the bracelet my mother gave me, so I can dream of her anytime. The girl lowered her eyes and touched the red knotted bracelet on her fair wrist.

"make a deal."

"I have a few questions. Will you take away my abilities?"

"Ah."

"How to do it?"

"It can be removed if the host consents, or your life can be released freely after you are killed."

Haruko Sada pouted, "I haven't seen you make a move."

"Does that mean I won't be able to see my parents anymore?"

"Ah."

The girl was silent.

Are your parents dead?

“Hmm.” Haruko Sada’s answer was weak. “I was ten years old. After my parents divorced, I never saw my father again. My mother told me that he died in a car accident. My mother found a new boyfriend, and then she was eaten by a monster.”

"And what about your stepfather?" Jin Ziyue had already finished packing and took out a box of egg tarts.

“It’s all because of him that I’m like this now.” Haruko Sada’s eyes turned cold instantly. “He sold me to Hidekawa Munemasa, that greasy pimp.”

"What, is it funny?" she said angrily, her anger rising at the thought that the man had been using her from beginning to end.

"It's good that I survived."

She felt that Jin Ziyue's words were indifferent, so she retorted sarcastically, "Yeah, as long as I can survive, it doesn't matter what I sell. Sell my body, sell my abilities, and squeeze out any remaining value I have left."

There was no sound.

Haruko Sada turned her head and saw Jin Ziyue looking down in thought, his eyes vacant.

That face, which should have been in its early twenties, looked like a wrinkled dried radish, completely devoid of youthful vigor.

He genuinely felt that "it's good to be alive."

Seeing that she was being ignored, the girl turned her head away in a huff and refused to talk to him.

Unfortunately, her youthful impetuosity led to her defeat in repeated cold wars.

"Hey."

As if making conversation out of curiosity, Haruko Sada casually asked, "Who do you want to see in your dreams?"

“An important person who has passed away.” The man’s reply was delayed, as if he had just come back to his senses.

"Still acting all old-fashioned," Haruko Sada scoffed. "Don't you dare spy on my information again. I won't run away."

"You couldn't have escaped in the first place."

The girl was furious: "You!"

……

into the night.

Dark clouds covered the sky, the thick, inky clouds unable to contain any dark liquid, and the moon could be vaguely seen as a sugar-coated egg in the rolling clouds.

Jin Ziyue tugged at the corner of his clothes and lowered his head to hide his face.

Haruko Sada had already told him the location: the address of Hidekawa Munemasa's brothel.

The trams have already stopped running at this time, so you'll have to find a car or other form of transportation.

He arrived at his underground garage, pressed the car key, and the metal car in the garage opened its eyes.

Jin Ziyue got into the car, opened the driver's side door, and said to the empty garage, "Get in."

The echo lingered in the empty garage, but no one responded.

"I'm in a hurry."

The girl then timidly peeked out from behind the white pillar and stuck out her tongue.

"How did you find me?"

Jin Ziyue turned the key once, and the car sputtered and started moving.

"How are you going to get my father's belongings back?"

"seat belt."

"How are you going to fool the surveillance system?"

The car had already started, and the sudden acceleration caught the girl off guard: "Hey!"

Jin Ziyue stared straight ahead, focusing intently on driving.

"Have you seen 'Léon: The Professional'?" Haruko Sada asked excitedly, gazing at the scenery outside the car window. She felt she could understand Mathilda's thoughts back then; following a hitman to fight for justice was indeed pretty cool.

"Say one more word and I'll send you down."

The girl was about to say a few more words when Jin Ziyue gave her a cold glare, so she could only shrink back dejectedly.

She thought angrily, "This guy doesn't have Uncle Leon's gentleness at all."

……

Motohara Town.

A dilapidated pickup truck slowly drove to a stop and turned off its headlights in a secluded corner.

"Let me confirm one more time, is your room layout correct?"

"Yes. Most of the people living there are girls like me. When they have business, they go out to find work. Occasionally, if a customer asks for a place to stay, they will give up their clean inner room."

"Some girls choose to work regular jobs, while others live outside and earn extra money irregularly. There's not much discipline among them, and no one is there to guard the boss's secret stash. It's worth noting the security guards; anyone who dares to do this wouldn't dare to be so blatant without a few thugs to protect their reputation."

"Okay." Jin Ziyue nodded, indicating that he understood, but still added with concern, "Stay in the car and don't move. No matter what happens, don't come out. I'll notify you via text message once I've succeeded."

"Eh?"

After saying that, he bent down and stepped out of the pickup truck, the black umbrella in his hand like a cane, and slowly walked into the alley.

A girl's angry roar came from behind:

"When did you steal my text messages again?!"

(End of this chapter)