Chapter 554: Chapter 554: It Feels Divine
by xennovelBook Chapter 554: It Feels Divine (Update 2)
The summer sky gleams brilliantly. Lin
The sky is an intense blue, and the light blazes fiercely.
Both above and below, a dazzling brilliance prevails.
Yet in such weather, many flock to steam baths.
Why?
Because it feels divine!
By sweating it out in the steam room, you step out and reconnect with the burning summer.
You experience a refreshing sensation beyond words…
Wrapped in a bath towel, Xiao Yu enters the steam chamber.
Inside, numerous young men and middle-aged men roam shirtless.
At a glance, seven or eight of them sport tattoos.
There are full sleeve tattoos, back tattoos, half-arm designs, even full-body markings… as penetrating stares sweep over him.
An ordinary person might feel a chill and dare not step in.
Xiao Yu remains calm, choosing an empty spot and sitting next to the only middle-aged man without any tattoos.
The stifling air and oppressive heat force him to let out a long, resigned sigh.
After a sleepless night and another session at the steam bath, he feels drowsy.
After a couple of blinks, Xiao Yu turns to the middle-aged man resting with closed eyes and asks, “Lao Liu?”
In an instant.
Seven pairs of eyes fixate on Xiao Yu with burning intensity.
Xiao Yu ignores them, smiling as he looks at the middle-aged man.
Slowly, the middle-aged man opens his eyes, a hint of surprise crossing his face.
He sizes up Xiao Yu’s handsome features and then his nearly perfect physique.
Finally, he locks eyes with Xiao Yu and asks, “Who are you?”
“You don’t need to know.”
Xiao Yu curves a smile and replies, “Answer me one question… Through what channel did you acquire that pistol for Kuang Mincai?”
The middle-aged man’s expression darkens; his eyes turn sharp as he glares coldly at Xiao Yu.
He says nothing, merely waving his hand.
Immediately, three tattooed young men rise and approach Xiao Yu menacingly.
Before they can reach him,
the steam room’s door bursts open, and a group of special forces soldiers rush in.
Each points a pistol—aimed at the heads of everyone except Xiao Yu and the middle-aged man whose expression now contorts.
Then, seven robust young men — or perhaps urban toughs — are led away by the soldiers.
The steam room door shuts again.
“I’m not here to show off,”
Xiao Yu picks up his towel, wiping away the sweat and calmly glancing at the panic-stricken middle-aged man. “I’ve just been tired after a long day, thought I’d take a bath. Aren’t you going to tell me where the gun came from?”
The middle-aged man’s expression keeps shifting.
“Not telling?”
Xiao Yu chuckles, grabs a ladle, and scoops a bucket’s worth of water, pouring it onto the stone carbon furnace.
Sizzle.
Steam billows out, and the heat in the steam room surges instantly.
Sizzle… Another ladle of water follows.
The temperature climbs again.
By the fifth ladle, the entire steam room has transformed into a massive steam cage.
The intense heat has the middle-aged man sweating profusely.
When Xiao Yu readies a sixth ladle, the nearly collapsing middle-aged man can no longer bear it and shouts, “You’re killing people!”
“Killing people?”
Xiao Yu laughs, his hand never stopping as the steam rises once more. “Ever since my days as a cop, I learned one thing: never treat criminals like human beings, or you’ll end up a goner!”
“No!”
The middle-aged man, at his wits’ end, charges toward the steam room door.
But the door is locked from the outside.
No matter how he pulls or twists, it refuses to budge.
Sizzle!
The seventh ladle of water cascades onto the stone furnace.
“No, stop!”
The middle-aged man screams in agony, “Help! Somebody, help…”
“Shout louder, with all your might.”
Xiao Yu scoops up an eighth ladle, baring his teeth at the man, “The more you scream, the more excited I get!”
Thud!
At last, the middle-aged man can no longer stand and falls to his knees.
Now, not only is the steam room terrifyingly hot, the air has grown so thin that it’s nearly unbearable.
In such conditions, within just eight minutes,
an ordinary person wouldn’t just succumb to the heat—they’d slowly die from severe oxygen deprivation.
But Xiao Yu, fortified with Camel’s Endurance and Rhino’s Defense, will be just fine.
The situation for the middle-aged man, however, is far bleaker.
In just a few more minutes… the man starts shouting, “I’m telling you, I’m telling you…”
Sizzle!
The eighth ladle of water falls onto the furnace.
“I’m listening,”
Xiao Yu says with a smile.
“It was my brother. He’s the one who made the gun.”
The middle-aged man slumps to the floor, weakly shouting.
“Oh?”
Xiao Yu narrows his eyes. “Did he also make the bullets?”
“He only assembles the guns; most people can’t even make bullets.”
The middle-aged man shakes his head weakly, “But the bullets—all of them—were given to me by him!”
Rising slowly, Xiao Yu strolls to the door of the steam room and knocks three times.
The door opens.
A surge of hot air rushes out, causing Wang Dong and Zhao Long outside to step back in shock as they watch Xiao Yu emerge.
Damn, what did that little brother do in there to make it so scorching?!
“Drag him out. Don’t let him die.”
Xiao Yu casually ambles toward the nearby shower, exhaling, “It feels divine!”
Wang Dong: …
Zhao Long: …
Divine feeling?
No, it’s downright inhuman!
After bathing and changing back into his regular clothes, Xiao Yu exits the bathhouse and gets into a business car.
“Where is your brother?”
Staring at the nearly depleted middle-aged man, Xiao Yu smiles, “Of course, you don’t have to say if you don’t want to.”
The middle-aged man remains silent.
His name is Lu Weiqiang—’Lao Liu’ isn’t a nickname.
It indicates his position as the sixth child at home; he has six brothers.
A real-life version of the Seven Brothers of the Lu Family!
Facing Xiao Yu, he’s genuinely terrified.
Because not many are unafraid of death.
Lu Weiqiang knows this all too well.
Inside the steam room, had he not confessed honestly,
he might have died!
“I don’t know where he is, only his phone number,”
Lu Weiqiang admits. “He sent the gun and bullets via courier.”
“Courier?” Xiao Yu’s face darkens.
“Yes, courier—I’m not lying.”
Startled by Xiao Yu’s change in expression, Lu Weiqiang hurriedly explains, “My brother disassembled the firearms, packed the parts inside chilled fish bellies, and sent them piece by piece… the bullets were sent the same way.”
Well played… Xiao Yu sneers coldly.
Disassembling the gun to ship parts separately was clearly meant to bypass courier scanning and avoid suspicion.
One would think this method wasn’t used just once.
Fin.
The End.