The ace broker of superstar development

Chapter 191 Extra Story: Born in the Darkness (1)
My name is Han Yunxi, and I am a Forsaken.

I like to wander in the dark, the night is my best protective color.

As Han Feng's illegitimate daughter, I have been used as a tool for killing since I was a child.

I will never forget the days in the training camp. Whenever the steel blade pierces into it, bright red blood will come out, and the tip will even hook up the steaming organs, those disgusting stomachs, these are the partners who get along day and night, We are a bunch of executioners who have to exterminate humanity.

Most of the people in the training camp were not killed by others, but driven mad by their own fear.

There is a gas chamber, what we usually call a suicide chamber, filled with colorless and odorless carbon monoxide that can suffocate you to death.

Every day, untrained people enter the suicide chambers, their bodies dragged out with brutal hooks by the sweepers, and left in the desert to be eaten by vultures.

I forgot to mention that the training camp is located in a remote place in the desert but far away from the oasis. Along the road are uninhabited and dilapidated yellow sand, as well as desert plants with strange shapes and dry branches.

All of this is the natural protective color of the training camp, no one can escape from here, never.

There will be food and fresh water supplies every month, but most of them will be taken away by those Kong Wu’s powerful and cruel instructors. If we want to get food, we can only keep fighting, fighting like beasts in the Colosseum, from each other’s mouth. Take even a single bone.

Silently licking the wound in the corner, occasionally, I would think of my mother.

It was a woman with warm eyes, and the deepest thing in my memory was the tone of her humming a nursery rhyme.

"Sleep, sleep, my dear baby, mother loves you and will always love you."

The memory that will never be forgotten is also the only pillar that supported me out of the training camp.

Most of the people sent to the training camp are orphans. Their masters need to build a truly elite team. Of course, there are also those who throw their enemies here to torture them to death.

And I'm probably the only exception, because it was my father who brought me here.

A truly inhuman demon.

Mother——the woman with warm and even docile eyes is a woman who came out of a big family in a small town.

Zhishu Dali is gentle and pleasant, and belongs to the most typical good wife and mother. The combination of her and Han Feng is a romantic tragedy.

She, who was intoxicated in love at that time, probably never imagined that this considerate and gentle husband was a greedy and cruel devil. After he squeezed out all the benefits from his wife and started to ascend to the top, he coveted a higher position .

And all of this was something that the drained mother could not give him.

Han Feng began to hate himself for having such a cowardly wife. His mother's meekness and the daily hot tea that waited for him after he came back from get off work were regarded as the biggest obstacles in his life by Han Feng.

He wanted to get rid of his mother, this gentle and virtuous woman who never abandoned him even in the most difficult times.

If I hadn't woken up in the middle of the night to see Han Feng strangling his mother's neck and faking the scene into a robbery and murder scene, I'm afraid Han Feng would have kept me, or maybe he wouldn't.

After all, for him, I am also an obstacle to climbing to a higher peak.

So I was sent here. It was a dark night. I was dragged out of the villa by the bodyguard beside Han Feng. My weak body left a bloodstain on the ground. Looking back, I saw the window under the night, as if seeing my mother. Those warm eyes.

She told me to survive.

Maybe it's just an illusion, or maybe it's not.

Since then, I have been used to the darkness, as if I have returned to my mother's arms, listening to her songs.

"Sleep, sleep, my dear baby, mother loves you and will always love you."

But mom, where are you?

Life in training camp was not easy. There were many times when I almost walked into the suicide room, but the deep-rooted hatred kept me going.

I can't die, I want revenge.

The raging fire burned in my bones. I completed all the training excellently. I didn’t have to trade my looks for a chance to survive like many girls who were sent here. And these girls who walked into the coach’s room at night, everyone Most were thrown into the gas chambers the next day scarred.

As I grew up, the coaches looked at me with increasingly obscene eyes, and the tasks I was assigned became more and more onerous.

Forced to fight with a man who was decades older than him, he was scarred every day, lying on the bed so painful that he couldn't sleep, every inch of muscle was screaming, and the bones seemed to be dismantled into countless pieces, shattered inch by inch.

I know what they want, but I will never give it.

One day, on a moonless night, I was dragged to a dark place by a coach, my clothes were torn, my shoulders were exposed, and occasionally the dim light of the toilet flickered, illuminating the opponent's tyrannical cheek like a jackal.

Then, a knife stabbed through his heart.

(End of this chapter)