Urban Soldier Young Master

Chapter 1074 - 1073: You Just Have to Trust Me

Make the beast lose control?The phrase was spoken without much thought, yet its impact was significant, as often the speaker is unaware, but the listener takes heed. It started as mere banter, not a conceived plan, but as their words landed, a sudden burst of inspiration illuminated Chu Ge's mind.

Perhaps, under normal circumstances, this hypothesis would be almost impossible. Considering Chu Chengrui brought him here, this was undoubtedly a very secretive and important research lab, where all kinds of security measures must be impeccably arranged.

This means that the fierce beasts used for biochemical experiments, no matter how formidable, are like monkeys before the Tathagata Buddha in front of Chu Chengrui, with every method to confine them serving as the unmovable Five Finger Mountain.

However... that is only under usual circumstances, conclusions drawn from the perspective of ordinary people.

Is Chu Ge ordinary?

In some sense, he certainly is. He possesses the full range of emotions, feels pain when hurt, cries when sad.

Yet, from another angle, the answer on this matter is absolutely negative!

Can an "ordinary person," when Hong Zude fell ill, treat him with brute yet directly effective techniques commonly mastered by battlefield doctors? Can he skateboard wildly at speeds over seventy miles per hour on bustling roads? Can he discern possible correlations between asthma and heart disease, prepared with multiple life-saving medications for such moments?

Can an "ordinary person" boldly lead a fledgling rookie cop into the shadowy and sinful depths of Jinkai Villa, even amidst a crowd, cheat at gambling unnoticed, win over ten million in roulette and use gambling to overturn the underground casino?

Can an "ordinary person" have the ability to cultivate a Spiritual Technique unknown to the world, said to be practiced only by those with unique bloodlines, and do so at a monstrous pace? Can he turn mundane, everyday objects into lethal weapons, even destroying a Jeep Cherokee? Can he single-handedly take down human-like creatures whose bodies have been driven berserk by drugs?

These sorts of feats, even Chu Ge himself has lost count of how many he's accomplished. Any random one would be something an "ordinary person" couldn't possibly do, yet he did them all.

This, naturally, shows that he definitely is not an "ordinary person."

Perhaps... as Chu Shiyao mentioned, considering those beasts used by Chu Chengrui for biochemical experiments is indeed a strategy worth trying.

Chu Ge has always been a man of action; since he thought of this, he must immediately put it into action.

"Yaoyao, don't be afraid, no matter what happens next, at least you still have me. I'm a bit tired and want to rest for a while. Let's stop for now, okay?"

Watching the smile on Chu Ge's face, Chu Shiyao felt a gentle spring breeze soothing the tension and anxiety in her heart, unconsciously filling her with a sense of reassurance.

Sharing a smile with Chu Shiyao, Chu Ge closed his eyes. Appearing to be in a light sleep, he was actually clearing his mind of all distractions, breathing as it naturally became calmer and smoother, concentrating his Spiritual Power to perceive everything around him.

Gradually, Chu Ge entered a dreamlike state, his spirit seemingly transforming into tendrils reaching outward in all directions, centered on him, sensing, capturing.

Chu Ge's idea was utterly crazy—he wanted to connect his spirit with those angry beasts around him. If he could truly achieve this, then the possibilities would be endless.

Time slowly passed, Chu Ge's spirit continued to expand, but no matter how he tried, he still couldn't detect any mental fluctuations, just the continuous echoes of angry roars reverberating near and far around him.

Despite this, Chu Ge had no intention of giving up. His breathing and heartbeat both slowed even more, the illusion of a meditating old monk becoming him, seemingly wanting to forget everything about the world.

The sensation of his body on the bed, the metallic smell in the air, the fragrance from Chu Shiyao, even the beasts' ferocious roars, all gradually faded. In this transformation, those "spiritual tendrils" that had reached their maximum range and stopped moving, began to expand outward again, millimeter by millimeter.

Chu Ge had already shut his eyes, thus blocking his visual sense. In this mystical state, touch, smell, and hearing also weakened, all senses yielding to his expanding spirit. This was both intentionally done by Chu Ge and a naturally developed state of consciousness.

Who knows how much time had passed, Chu Ge finally faintly sensed a very blurred fluctuation in the direction at seven o'clock, about twenty meters away.

Even though this mental connection was extremely subtle, like two slightly touching thread ends that might slip apart at any moment, there was no real contact, yet just this was enough to make Chu Ge overjoyed!

Yes, even though Chu Ge knew he should be calm and steady and push a little harder, his emotions still rippled with excitement, and that feeling of mental connection instantly broke off. He was suddenly pulled out of that profound state of forgetting self and surroundings.

Damn it!

Chu Ge cursed silently, furrowed his brow slightly, and was just about to try again when he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his head, like being pricked by a needle. His body involuntarily shuddered, and he opened his eyes abruptly.

"Big Brother Chu? What's wrong with you? Why do you look so pale?" Chu Shiyao, who had been daydreaming, suddenly felt her arm being nudged. Turning her head, she saw Chu Ge's face was indeed quite pale and quickly asked with concern.

"Do I look bad?" Chu Ge was slightly taken aback, turned his gaze to a steel wall, and used it as a mirror, only then noticing the change on his face.

It seems... it must be due to overuse of spiritual power.

Almost to confirm Chu Ge's suspicion, as soon as he thought about it, he felt a dizziness, a bit of nausea in his stomach, and his breathing became somewhat unsteady.

Since I'm not in the best state right now, I might as well wait until I'm a bit better to try again. At least... I wasn't completely unsuccessful earlier; I've already successfully caught a strand of spiritual fluctuation. The next step is to attempt building a mental connection with the owner of that strand for communication.

Thinking this way, Chu Ge smiled at Chu Shiyao, comforting her while changing to a more comfortable position, preparing to rest well before trying again once adjusted.

An afternoon passed this way. Chu Ge estimated it was around six or seven o'clock when he heard faint footsteps above him, followed by a few soft sounds from a pipe hanging from the corner of the wall, and two bottles of water and two portions of vacuum-sealed meals slid down the pipe.

Seeing the items slide out from the pipe, Chu Shiyao's expression froze. She had been giggling at one of Chu Ge's jokes, almost forgetting their predicament, but the laughter stopped abruptly, and her eyes, filled with laughter, turned dim again.

Yes, this place... is a cage. Even though there are tables and chairs, a reasonably comfortable bed, even a bathroom, it's still a cage. They're like beasts roaring madly from the torture of experiments, tools for Chu Chengrui's experiments.

Unconsciously, Chu Shiyao sighed, bit her scabbed lip, and her mood turned heavy again.

While Chu Shiyao's mood plummeted, Chu Ge, his smile unchanged, got off the bed, walked lightly to the pipe's exit, and squatted by the two meals, looking down with interest.

"Hey, our dinner's quite lavish, huh? Sushi, salmon, tsk tsk, if only there were some sake, it'd be perfect."

Chu Ge remarked with interest, turning to look at the dazed Chu Shiyao, "Yaoyao, come see, is it the Japanese chef from that old guy's family? He promised me that their foreign chef would cook my dinner."

Chu Shiyao's eyes flinched slightly, her eyes filled with a complicated look, silently walked over, and slowly, slowly squatted beside Chu Ge. She really couldn't understand how Chu Ge could still smile now. Didn't he feel humiliated?

"Don't worry, everything will be fine. It may seem tough not to eat these things or even stomp them and throw them at those cameras, but... what's the point of that?"

Chu Ge picked up a bottle of water, bit open the cap with his teeth, took a big swig, wiped the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, and smiled brilliantly at Chu Shiyao again, showing his white teeth.

"What we should do now is to keep ourselves in the best state as much as possible, right? Yaoyao, you trust me, and I'll get you out of here, just like before, okay?"

Chu Shiyao released her tightly bitten lip, slowly, yet firmly nodded. Yes, what else could she do but trust Chu Ge?

Besides, this man has always been so worthy of her trust.