Chapter 10, the twilight is like blood

After a long silence, he approached the bison with lingering trepidation, confirmed its death, and then carefully pulled the dagger out forcefully from the back of the bull's skull

For many years, Feng Yu has believed that if humanity becomes overly reliant on machinery, it is not a good thing; it will only obstruct the possibility of humans peering inward and into the universe. Regarding these theories, Feng Yu does not intend to discuss them with Xu Le for the time being. Therefore, after hearing the boy's angry question, he merely smiled and did not respond. Instead, he took out a flat pack of cigarettes from his jeans, lit one, and began to smoke contentedly. Regarding these theories, Feng Yu does not intend to discuss them with Xu Le for the time being. Therefore, after hearing the boy's angry question, he merely smiled and did not respond. Instead, he took out a flat pack of cigarettes from his jeans, lit one, and began to smoke contentedly.

Xu Le's pupils contracted slightly, his complexion pale, as if he were frozen in place. At this moment, he still held the electric baton in his hand, but the tip had now extended into a sharp blade, resembling a military dagger commonly used by the army

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The tip of the military dagger had completely destroyed the bull's central nerve ganglia, and the bull could no longer spring up to express its anger. Xu Le instinctively squinted, glancing at the droplets of blood on the tip of the dagger in his hand, the liquid shimmering faintly in the dimming twilight. There was not a trace of exhilaration after weakness in his heart, nor any excitement; all that remained was a hint of fear and a desire to evade.

The handle is the name he gave to this electric shock baton with a dagger. This metal weapon is designed very exquisitely, but it is merely exquisite. After a single charge, it can only release a current once, and it is completely incomparable to real military weapons. Aside from the smooth curves of the handle, which feel exceptionally comfortable to hold, Xu Le did not find anything that stirred his heart.

This child ... ... is truly quite foolish in certain respects. Has he never realized that when he was leading the bull earlier, he could run faster than the enraged bull? Has he not felt that being able to kill a bull with his bare hands is a more commendable feat than repairing a television?

This is a bloody scene, yet it is also filled with the beauty of life. All life in the world flows between death and survival. Feng Yu, lost in thought with a cigarette in hand, gazes at the young man dancing with a knife, and cannot help but recall scenes from classical literature he read many years ago. In the bountiful autumn, farmers harvest their crops, exchanging the remnants of plants for their own survival. By the tribal bonfire, men and women drink wine, feasting on the roasted limbs of animals from the fire, reveling in joy. Feng Yu, lost in thought with a cigarette in hand, gazes at the young man dancing with a knife, and cannot help but recall scenes from classical literature he read many years ago. In the bountiful autumn, farmers harvest their crops, exchanging the remnants of plants for their own survival. By the tribal bonfire, men and women drink wine, feasting on the roasted limbs of animals from the fire, reveling in joy

Feng Yu recalled Xu Le's earlier question, and the smile on his face became even more pronounced. Against the backdrop of the federal government's strict regulation of firearms, who among the black market dealers would dare to risk their lives to hunt bulls

Damn it, damn it... Under the twilight, Xu Le cursed while enduring discomfort as he carried out the slaughtering work. Finally, he could no longer hold back, stood up with his hands on his hips, and shouted at the shameless middle-aged man smoking: "There are still two hundred jin of bones left; if you keep slacking off, when will we be able to have dinner tonight?"

In an instant, the fear within the young man transformed into a powerful drive for action through the secretion of adrenaline. In that extremely perilous moment, he pivoted his body. A gust of wind brushed against his cheek, and he strained to keep his not-so-large eyes wide open, observing every movement of the bison before him clearly, before plunging the metal spike he had tightly gripped in his right hand downwards

"When can the hand be used twice?" He suddenly turned around and shouted loudly at the owner of the repair shop on the other side of the electronic fence, his voice filled with complaints and anger

Xu Le's caution is well-founded. In previous operations, he had confirmed that the electric baton in his hand could completely incapacitate a human being, but he could not guarantee that it would always subdue a formidable buffalo.

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For instance, in that moment when the buffalo was slaughtered, apart from those who had received special training in the military, who else could kill that bull with just a dagger? Why has there been so little buffalo meat available in the black market in recent years

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Feng Yu, sitting on the other side of the electronic fence, was well aware of everything. He could easily rectify this flaw, yet he never informed Xu Le nor took action to complete it—because he deliberately created such a defensive weapon for Xu Le's use.

The various talents displayed by the youth Xu Le are, in Feng Yu's eyes, nothing remarkable, for throughout his long life, he has witnessed countless true geniuses. However, it was Xu Le's calmness and composure, which were absolutely inconsistent with his age—despite his trembling legs and pale face from fear, he remained calm and composed—that Feng Yu admired the most.

A faint smile appeared on Feng Yu's cheek; this touching smile, combined with his graying hair, seemed to reveal his true age, and a sense of weariness began to emerge.

In the next moment, the military dagger was taken away by a tremendous force along with the * map * book, slipping from his empty grasp, leaving behind a few drops of blood in the fur two inches from the bull's neck

He has always found Xu Le to be an interesting child, as this child seems to devote all his energy to those two ideals, completely unaware of the abilities he demonstrates in other areas.

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The events that occurred today also confirm this point. When he approached the bull's dark, muscular body, the bull, which had been lying limp on the ground, suddenly snorted with powerful breaths, kicked the earth with its four hooves, and with a final surge of energy, it seemed to be jolted up from the ground by a tremendous force, charging towards him.

Xu Le held the dagger, staring foolishly at the bull that had fallen heavily to the ground. After a long silence, his legs finally stopped trembling, and the healthy red color returned to his cheeks. In that earlier moment, he had indeed been very afraid, as he had not anticipated that this bull would possess such vigorous vitality, still charging so fiercely under the residual effects of the electric current.

At the same time, this is also the aspect that Feng Yu finds the most uninteresting about youth. Therefore, upon hearing Xu Le curse, he actually felt a bit pleased, laughing heartily like a wild white flower, standing up and patting his backside

And the book, so he calls it a handle

Looking beyond the wall, under the twilight, the busy youth stirred something deep within Feng Yu's heart. In truth, he was a very cold person; otherwise, he would not have escaped alone to such a remote place as Donglin District. However, the warm hues of the grassland mingled with the encroaching darkness behind him, as the youth, bathed in the red glow of sunset, peeled the hide and cut the meat, occasionally wiping the blood from his palms onto his clothes

Xu Le has excellent eyesight; otherwise, he would not possess such speed in repairs. Corresponding to this talent, his hands are also very steady, ensuring that the pointed metal object penetrates without any deviation.

If the stun baton could release current twice, that previous moment would not have been so perilous. No wonder Xu Le was so impolite towards Uncle Feng Yu, the teacher and designer behind the repairs.

The design of the hand is flawed, as the output current intensity has been deliberately increased by 20%, resulting in it being usable only once

With a loud bang, the bull, which could not be subdued even by the electric baton, charged past Xu Le with an extremely fierce demeanor, and then, with an even more resolute attitude, it crashed down onto the dirt slope, kicking up more dust and grass fragments.

Xu Le turned his head dejectedly and lowered his body