Chapter 83: Reborn 1987 Chapter 83: Dark Corner

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Protagonist:

Jiang Wenyu

The so-called Dark Corner refers to those sides outsiders cannot see; ordinary people know of this place, yet few come here — "chaotic" would be the more apt two-word description.

No one knows why the rapidly developing Jianghai City still has a place like this; perhaps it is an oversight, perhaps it is the natural growth of a metropolis.

Of course, it is not as terrible as people imagine; some young people who cannot survive in the city's prosperous districts seek a foothold here, which amounts to indirectly carving out a path to survival for certain special groups.

After night falls, the lights here remain bright, and the clamorous noise is incessant — compared to the city center, this place is even more lively.

Mostly young people enter and exit various venues; in a dark alley behind an old shop, two men and a young woman are locked in a tense standoff.

"Give me back my money!" There is hardly any light here, yet Chen Na's furious expression is clearly visible.

The two men before her are about her age, their hair dyed garish colors, their clothes worn sloppily; they sneer, and one of them says, "Give it back? We didn't take your money, so what is there to give back?"

Chen Na grits her teeth and says, "Stop playing dumb with me! If you don't give it back, I'm calling the police!"

"Call the police?"

The other man steps forward with a cold laugh, not the least bit afraid, and says, "Fine, go call the police. Even if the police come, they can't do anything to us, because no one can prove we took your money!"

They keep sneering, while Chen Na grows increasingly enraged. But what else can she do — really call the police?

She is not very familiar with the two men; they only had some slight contact at her workplace.

She herself had been fairly thrifty and saved a sum of money, hidden under the floorboard by her bedside for a rainy day, but today it…

She doesn't know how these two found where she lives, but the bastards who took her money are definitely them!

One of the men suddenly gives a sinister smile and says, "How about this — we know you need money, so why bother pretending to be pure? Be straightforward: put a price on your own body."

Chen Na clenches her teeth and curses, "Shameless!"

"Shameless?" The two men suddenly burst into loud laughter; one of them takes another step forward and says, "You don't even look at where this is — do you know the fastest way to make money?" As he speaks, he suddenly reaches out to touch Chen Na's cheek.

Chen Na immediately retreats several steps without hesitation, staring at them with anger and anxiety.

"Tsk tsk, if you ask me, you might as well be straightforward and learn from those other women — isn't that pretty good too?"

"Exactly, singing there every day doesn't earn much."

The two men sneer and jeer; Chen Na's face grows uglier by the moment. Finally one of them says, "Alright, we're not interested in playing with you any further. But if you really have that thought, come find us anytime — we'll definitely give you a big sum of money then, hahaha!"

The two men leave satisfied, while Chen Na feels as if she has fallen into an ice cellar, her whole body freezing cold. The money she saved for so long is just gone; she is eighty to ninety percent sure these two men did it, but even knowing that, what can she do? She had prepared herself for the possibility of not getting the money back today, yet her heart is still filled with despair.

"Damn it… you all deserve to die!" Her voice trembles; she stands there for a full five or six minutes before walking out of the dark alley.

And not long after Chen Na leaves, a man also walks out from a pitch-black corner — he is Jiang Wenyu.

In fact, he had been following Chen Na all the way to this place, witnessed the scene just now, and the two men rang a slight bell — they were at the entrance of Chen Na's apartment building.

The general situation was probably that those two men sneaked into Chen Na's home and stole all her savings, then denied it.

No wonder Chen Na cried so hard back then; who knows how much money was actually taken.

Seeing the scene just now, one can imagine how difficult Chen Na's life is here alone, but Jiang Wenyu feels no empathy; he is only thinking about how to bring Chen Na back safe and sound.

He glances at the venue Chen Na entered, which resembles an entertainment hall, and finally steps inside without hesitation.

The moment he enters, a deafening clamor hits him; young men and women gather here, drinking, playing, dancing — some couples even stagger off to hidden corners.

Jiang Wenyu's brow instantly furrows; "chaos" is his first impression of this place — it is a favorite haunt of street toughs, no rules, no oversight, nothing but indulgence.

The piercing noise gives Jiang Wenyu a headache, but he suddenly spots Chen Na; at some point she has already changed into an outfit covered in all sorts of strange little ornaments — not revealing, but somehow off-putting.

After this, Jiang Wenyu understands: Chen Na isn't doing anything unsavory here — she is singing, busking.

Jiang Wenyu didn't know Chen Na had this talent.

For the entire latter half of the night, Chen Na sings there nonstop, stimulating the young people's nerves and making the place even more frenzied and restless.

Until around eleven at night, her replacement arrives; only then does she step down and disappear into the crowd.

Chen Na changes back into her own clothes and walks out with a dull expression.

Once outside, the air feels much fresher; though a bit cold, it is indescribably comfortable.

"So this is your work? It doesn't seem much different from busking."

A familiar man suddenly walks over from the side.

She snaps her head up — the man is none other than Jiang Wenyu.

"You… you followed me!?" Chen Na looks extremely surprised.

Jiang Wenyu's expression remains flat as he says, "I couldn't just watch my wife's younger sister run into trouble. Fortunately, this place is slightly better than I imagined."

Chen Na stares at him in shock, then reacts and turns to walk away, her pace quickening — but a woman's speed is no match for Jiang Wenyu, who follows behind her with ease.