Chapter 1646 - 83: Memories

Chapter 1646: Chapter 83: Memories

In the nightclub, everyone looked at Fatty, confused.

Everyone here knew Friedrich. They knew this old man was like an imperial manager beside Barbara, wielding terrifying underground power. Even without any official position, he could make most dignitaries treat him with fearful respect.

Fatty caught this man, and initially, nobody had doubts. After all, he was a key figure in the opposing faction, and even if they didn’t expect to extract any information from him, it was still a heavy blow to Barbara and Miller’s group.

Originally swaggering at the entrance, almost as a demonstration, Friedrich was finally hauled into the nightclub by Fatty like a captured old rabbit. This slap would make anyone feel ashamed and furious.

But unexpectedly, Fatty called out another name to Friedrich and mentioned a tragic incident from twenty years ago.

Seeing Fatty’s bloodshot eyes and the sudden stern expressions on Margaret and Ann Lei’s faces, an invisible atmosphere quickly infected everyone around. They exchanged glances, realizing that things might not be as simple as they seemed!

"General Tian," Friedrich stood up, wiped the droplets off his face, and tidied his hair, saying blandly, "I suppose I haven’t introduced myself yet. My name is George Manuel Friedrich, you may call me Friedrich, or Old George."

"Are you sure you want to talk this nonsense with me?" Fatty crossed his arms, smirking coldly at Friedrich.

His eyes, like sharp knives, constantly roamed over Friedrich’s vital parts. It’s the basic bodily knowledge for a Special Soldier; every Special Soldier knows which parts of the body can be hit to cause intense pain without being fatal.

This is the simplest and most direct method to make a tongue captured on the battlefield reveal intelligence within minutes.

Friedrich smiled, but the swollen, red half of his face made his smile lacking in the gracefulness of an old gentleman.

"I don’t understand..." The cunning in his eyes flashed and disappeared quickly, but before he could shake his head and speak, Fatty reversed his hand and slapped Friedrich’s face violently, cutting his words off at the throat.

"Let’s continue playing," Fatty said coldly.

Friedrich painfully covered his face, his heart sinking. With his experience, how could he not see how ruthless Fatty was?

If you don’t tell the truth, this guy who doesn’t care about his image wouldn’t care how many graceful youths or beautiful girls are staring at him.

He would stage a bloody interrogation show in public view until he pried your mouth open and got what he wanted. If you plan to stall or lie, then be prepared for this tasteless guy to beat you to death!

"You’ve really mistaken me, General Tian." Friedrich quickly displayed a weak state befitting an old man, hunching his body, his eyes filled with innocence and pain, invoking sympathy.

"You should be saying... I hit the wrong person!"

Fatty suddenly punched Friedrich in the diaphragm section of the chest and abdomen, with the protruding knuckle bone like a hard steel protector, fiercely penetrated the flesh.

A scream not resembling human voice echoed suddenly with this punch. Friedrich trembled all over from the pain, his entire face distorted by extreme agony.

However, Fatty showed no signs of stopping, he grabbed Friedrich’s collar with his left hand, slamming him against the firm and thick bar edge with a dull thud. His right hand battered Friedrich like punching a sandbag, one punch after another.

His punching speed was not fast, yet ruthless to the extreme.

Every punch was as precise as a scalpel, only hitting the most fragile and painful places of the body. Each punch forced a heart-wrenching scream from Friedrich’s throat.

Many girls nearby had already turned their heads, covering their ears, too scared to watch or listen anymore. Yet, the dull sound of fists impacting flesh and the piercing screams penetrated their minds as demonic tones, unstoppable no matter how much they blocked their ears.

Moments later, Friedrich couldn’t even let out a scream anymore. Though he briefly lost consciousness, every time Fatty pinched a certain point, Friedrich would quickly regain awareness.

This was a live execution-style beating. By the time Fatty’s fists stopped, Friedrich was a heap of limp mud. His throat could only emit sibilant gasping sounds, tears, snot, and even feces and urine uncontrollably discharged, emitting a foul stench.

"Twenty years, a spaceship, hundreds of lives, including my parents!" Fatty trembled all over, gripping Friedrich’s collar tightly.

The truth from twenty years ago lay within this person’s mouth right before him.

So close yet so far.

The pain of losing parents, the inhuman torment built over twenty years, erupted at this moment, making him completely unable to control himself.

"Little Jian! Come here." In memory, his mother’s beautiful face, scolding but unable to hide her smile, flashed before his eyes like movie scenes: "You little brat, don’t bother the big sister!"

"Little rascal, you really embarrass your old man!" His father seemed to cover his face, painfully shaking his head, filled with a mix of laughter and helplessness.

"Didn’t they all come from you?" His mother twisted his father’s arm.

In the sunny, green-grassed park in the middle of the street, a chubby little boy eagerly followed a pretty little girl, shamelessly attempting to hold her hand over and over again, completely ignoring her parents’ furious gazes.

..........

"Mom, why do I have a wee-wee, but Ann Lei doesn’t?" In the living room, the little Fatty ran to the adults chatting, pulling down his pants to look inside, asking.

"Fatty, do you dare to ask such a question again?" The frantic mother was nearly losing her mind.

"Pfft..." The father, who was drinking tea, suddenly spat it out amid a burst of laughter from his friends. He was utterly embarrassed.

..........

"Little Jian..." In the lonely living room, a chubby middle-aged man sat beside the little boy, his voice trembling: "It was an accident... just an accident..."

Next to him, a woman wiped her tears, holding the hand of a little girl who was watching the boy intently.

.........

In the laughter-filled amusement park, the little boy stared vacantly at the laughing crowd. Beneath the colorful lights, children led their parents by the hand, smiling, crying, or spinning on carousel horses.

But the chubby little boy, ultimately, did not reach out to grab the hands of those pretty little girls. He suddenly began to cry, wiped his tears, went home, locked himself in a room with all the lights on yet absolutely silent, buried his head under the blanket, and cried himself to sleep in that small, warm space.

.......

Scenes from his memory replayed in his mind, each fragment so heart-wrenching.

Looking at the face before him, so different from the photograph yet etched deeply into his memory, Fatty needed all the strength in his body to control the urge to beat him to death.

He gritted his teeth tightly, his normally guileless face became extremely vicious at this moment.

"I don’t care about anything else. As long as you don’t reveal the truth for one day, I will torment you for a day. You won’t be able to die even if you want to. I will use the most cruel means in this world to make you regret why you chose to leave the spaceship that day instead of dying with them!"

As he said this, Fatty’s entire body was trembling.

The nightclub was silent. Even though some did not know what was happening, everyone present could genuinely feel Fatty’s pain from his appearance and voice, seeing his soul nearly struggling in fierce fire.

Ann Lei reached out and grabbed the corner of Fatty’s clothes. Her slender, fair hand, due to exertion, revealed pale blue veins.

No one understood the reason better or knew Fatty better than she did.

Children are everything to parents, and parents are everything to children. When they lose each other, neither the living nor the dead can bear such pain.

In the last moments of life, Fatty’s dad and mom’s last thoughts must have been of their child.

They died, their thoughts extinguished amidst the universe’s fireworks, while Fatty had to endure this pain alone. On every lonely night, on every joyful festival, it was like being pricked by needles!

For a child who just turned six, how cruel this is!

Moreover, Fatty had always believed it was an accident, and was convinced of it. One can imagine when he found out it was actually a murder and caught the person who knew the truth and was most likely the culprit among the sea of people, his emotional defenses would instantly collapse to what extent.

With eyes already red, he wouldn’t care about anything else.

As long as he could find out who killed his parents, as long as he could find an answer for twenty years of pain, he could do anything, even if it meant being an enemy of the whole world!

In the silence, only Friedrich’s groans could be heard.

This old man, who always maintained his gentlemanly demeanor, had completely collapsed under Fatty’s fists. That face, stubbornly maintaining composure and a detestable pretentiousness, was now streaming with tears and snot.

Yet his mouth remained tightly shut. Despite being pinched awake when passing out, despite emitting intermittent sounds of extreme pain and gasping, he said nothing from start to finish, his gaze vacant, as if he had become completely foolish.

"Trained for interrogation resistance?" Fatty laughed, looking straight into his eyes: "I am most adept at dealing with people like you. You will talk!"

. Don’t say I am sentimental or romantic; I just still have a bit of passion and emotion and haven’t become cold and indifferent in the real world.

I have feelings about family. I remember attending a funeral of someone who wasn’t quite a friend, just someone I interacted with in the past for work. That time, seeing his still school-aged daughter holding his portrait, my heart felt as though it was fiercely clutched, and the memory remains vivid to this day.

I think Fatty’s parents, when leaving, their last thought must have been of him.

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