Urban Soldier Young Master

Chapter 1072 - 1071: Performance of No. 97

"Well, very well, extremely well. I have to admit you're a sharp-tongued young man. For the matters you've mentioned, I indeed cannot accomplish them for the time being. However... as long as my experiment achieves further success, all these will become possible.""Haha…"

Looking at Chu Ge's cold sneer, which clearly showed disdain, Chu Chengrui slowly took a breath.

"Kid, let's end this topic here. Since it's about future matters, everything will be revealed in the future. For now, let's talk about the present matters."

Chu Ge still remained indifferent, with a cold smile on his face tinged with mockery. Although he didn't speak, such an expression seemed more cutting than any harsh words. The rebelliousness and disdain emanating from his bones filled his eyes.

Apart from rebellion and disdain, what made Chu Chengrui feel a sense of frustration even through the big screen was the faint trace of pity hidden in Chu Ge's deep and vaguely fierce eyes?

Ridiculous! What does he need Chu Ge's pity for?

The life of Chu Ge, the life of Chu Shiyao, even the lives of the women and friends around Chu Ge, are all in his grasp. How can that kid still show such an expression?

If there should be pity, it should be he who pities Chu Ge!

Chu Chengrui gritted his teeth, feeling an impulse to drag Chu Ge onto the experiment table right now and gouge out those eyes!

However... he also knew well that impulsiveness could only stay as impulsiveness. At least for now, he couldn't do that.

After a long, turbulent breath, Chu Chengrui continued the topic he wanted to hold onto.

"Chu Ge, apparently you don't quite understand your current situation. However, I don't plan to explain. Our cooperation will last a long time, since there's ample time ahead, you can slowly understand and experience it yourself."

"What I want to say is, showing you those photos and honestly telling you about the research and experiments is not primarily to intimidate you, but I hope you can understand that I've been conducting this research not just for a year or two. The technology is not only very mature, but it has also achieved very significant results."

"Simply explaining may seem empty, so why not prove it with facts."

As Chu Chengrui spoke, he extended his right hand and beckoned as if calling a dog, "Number Ninety-seven, come over."

The camera on the big screen started to zoom out. Soon, in Chu Ge's line of sight, it was no longer just Chu Chengrui's old face and half his upper body, but his entire figure revealed.

It turned out Chu Chengrui was grandly seated on a massive chair that was entirely made of gold, glistening brilliantly. The back of the chair was carved with a winding, life-like five-clawed golden dragon, with scales clearly visible, eyes glaring angrily, and mouth roaring.

It was a dragon throne!

Just by seeing this chair, Chu Chengrui's ambition was already conspicuous!

Soon, a muscular man with a stern face, dressed in tight black clothes, and a blood-red "97" emblazoned centrally on his back appeared on the screen.

Number Ninety-seven respectfully walked toward Chu Chengrui, and then, like an ancient minister seeing the emperor, knelt down on both knees.

Chu Chengrui casually said, "Do a simple performance for our distinguished guest."

"Yes, boss."

Number Ninety-seven stood up, walked a few steps to the side, and picked up a seemingly deliberately prepared iron rod over a meter long and about the width of two adult fingers, holding each side with his hands, then calmly began to exert force.

In just ten seconds, that thick iron rod was bent into the shape of a U. Throughout the process, Number Ninety-seven's movements were calm and composed, as if he was not bending solid, heavy metal, but casually playing with a lump of clay or putty.

Chu Shiyao was stunned. From the moment that rod started to bend, she forgot how to breathe, her body froze as if she was suddenly hit by the Body Fixing Technique. It wasn't until "Number Ninety-seven" handed over the U-shaped rod with his right hand and respectfully stood aside that she shuddered violently and involuntarily gasped out loud.

Chu Ge, however, remained calm, his expression unwavering.

Chu Chengrui smiled faintly, clearly unsurprised by Chu Ge's indifference, "Little Chu, do you think this level of strength is no big deal? In your eyes, it's far from impressive?"

Chu Ge still remained indifferent, his calm demeanor unperturbed, while Chu Shiyao gulped down a mouthful of saliva, turning her head to look at Chu Ge as if scrutinizing a monster.

Yes, Chu Shiyao always knew Chu Ge was formidable, but that was only when measured by normal human standards. The strength displayed by this so-called "Number 97" was already so overpowering, or perhaps abnormally strong, that it seemed inhuman.

If... in Chu Ge's eyes, such monstrous strength is nothing, then what kind of power would truly catch Chu Ge's attention, and to what degree has Chu Ge's own strength reached?

"It seems I'm right, but... if his strength can be increased onefold, twofold, or even threefold, fivefold, would you still see his performance for your esteemed guest as nothing more than a clown show, would you still think it's not worth mentioning at all?"

Chu Ge's expression shifted slightly, and his eyebrows furrowed a bit.

Chu Chengrui slowly stood up from his throne, walked to the side of "Number 97," and continued to look at Chu Ge, unhurriedly extending his right hand.

"Number 97" held the U-shaped iron rod he had bent with both hands, bowed his head, and humbly handed the U-shaped rod to Chu Chengrui.

Taking the U-shaped iron rod, Chu Chengrui chuckled and said, "Earlier, you've seen this guy's strength, now… it's time to show you something else."

The word "now" had just been uttered when Chu Chengrui suddenly swung the U-shaped iron rod in his hand, striking "Number 97" in the chest with a loud "thud."

Chu Chengrui's action was completely unexpected, and Chu Shiyao instinctively cried out in surprise—it's an iron rod! To strike someone so hard with it like this, wouldn't it break several bones?

"Thud! Thud thud! Thud thud thud thud…"

The iron rod struck "Number 97" again and again on the chest, as well as the waist, arms, legs, and even a few times on "Number 97's" head, narrowly missing his eyes.

The sound of skin and metal clashing was relentless, and it sounded eerily unsettling.

Throughout the process, Chu Chengrui maintained eye contact with Chu Ge, as if he were hammering a bag of garbage with the iron rod, rather than a person.

Chu Shiyao couldn't bear to watch any longer, instinctively turning her head away, biting down hard on lips already bitten with tooth marks, even to the point of bleeding. She wanted to cover her ears, but her tremulous hands couldn't raise at all.

After violently striking "Number 97" dozens of times like a raging storm, Chu Chengrui finally threw the bloodstained U-shaped iron rod to the side, emitting a tinkling echo as it collided with the marble floor, staining the pure white surface with specks of crimson.

"Sigh, as one ages, the body becomes weak, just a few hits, and my arm is a bit sore. Alright, bend this rod straight and you're dismissed."

"Yes, boss."

Chu Chengrui returned to his throne without glancing at "Number 97," whose forehead was gashed, face covered in blood, as he worked to straighten the iron rod.

Chu Chengrui didn't look, but Chu Ge's gaze fell upon "Number 97," observing both his body and his continuously bleeding face, trying to discern what expression lay there now.

Compared to paying attention to "Number 97's" body, that had been wildly hammered with the iron rod numerous times, Chu Ge focused more on "Number 97's" face, searching through the scattered blood, every muscle, not missing even the faintest twitch.

Even the subtlest tremor of an eyelash might represent an inner turmoil within a person— for Chu Ge, anything around him, no matter how inconspicuous, might provide crucial information to reverse the situation ahead, playing an essential role.

"Number 97's" body seemed mostly unharmed, besides the grisly gash on his forehead. This resilience was comparable to a wild boar coated in mud year-round.

However, deep within "Number 97's" seemingly calm eyes hid a barely detectable trace of malice, and as he straightened the U-shaped iron rod again, he applied force more than what was necessary—his ten fingers tightly grasped the rod, the bulging biceps slightly quivering.

Clearly, no matter how respectful and obedient "Number 97" appeared to Chu Chengrui, a spark of hatred burned in his heart, merely suppressed from showing.

After confirming this, Chu Ge redirected his gaze to Chu Chengrui, seeing him still not devoting even a fraction of attention to "Number 97."

Perhaps, in Chu Chengrui's view, "Number 97" wouldn't dare harbor any disrespect towards him?

Or maybe he was well aware of "Number 97's" resentment towards him, yet remained indifferent?

"You must have heard how I address him—indeed, he's merely a war machine under my command. Perhaps such a war machine won't stir much trouble, but if I had ten, a hundred, or even thousands, what would you think then?"

While Chu Ge considered, Chu Chengrui's voice came through again.