The Frenzied Savior - Chapter 13

Director Luo remained silent. He had asked a similar question not long ago, and the result was Fu Qingya using a tiny pebble to blast a massive hole in the ground.

Therefore, what Fu Qingya said was highly likely to be true!

However, the nature of this matter was so severe and malicious that Director Luo had to proceed with extreme caution.

He looked at the mysterious young man before him, who had just turned eighteen, and with a complex expression, took out his phone to call his superiors.

A few minutes later, several police squads were dispatched, launching a grid search across Kyoto.

Meanwhile, Fu Qingya was pulled along by Director Luo to sit at the General Bureau, waiting for news from the teams.

Click—

The door to the control room was pushed open by a hand with a scar on the back of the middle finger. A pair of dark leather boots struck the floor, pacing with a rhythmic cadence.

“Old Luo, I heard you’ve gone mad?”

A teasing inquiry drifted in from the doorway.

Director Luo didn’t even look up. His eyes remained glued to the footage being fed back from the officers’ body cams, searching for those familiar black pillars.

Fu Qingya, on the other hand, was buried in his work, processing a pile of parts and metallic materials spread out before him.

“I didn’t realize our Director Luo had become hard of hearing at such a young age. Do you want me to call a doctor to check you out?”

The high-quality leather shoes stopped between Fu Qingya and Director Luo. That magnetic baritone sounded again, and the thick sarcasm finally forced the two to look up.

The newcomer was a tall, broad-shouldered man with short hair. He wore a black casual suit with two buttons rebelliously undone at the collar, yet a white handkerchief was tucked with extreme precision into his breast pocket. As he raised his hand, an exquisite filigree gemstone cufflink caught the light.

Fu Qingya followed the man’s movement as he rested a hand on Director Luo’s shoulder and glanced at his face.

He had a handsome, sharp-featured face, with a contradictory mix of nobility and roguishness in his familiar eyes.

At that moment, the man was turned sideways to speak to Director Luo. From Fu Qingya’s angle, he could see the man’s sharp profile and the sapphire stud in his ear.

Fu Qingya took one look and withdrew his gaze. He had no interest in irrelevant people.

“Brat, shut your mouth!”

“I asked you here to help me find something, not to pick a fight!”

Director Luo slapped the man’s hand off his shoulder and gave him a highly undignified roll of the eyes.

This uncharacteristic behavior from Director Luo prompted Fu Qingya to look at the two of them again.

Noticing the resemblance in their features, Fu Qingya guessed they were likely related by blood.

“So, this is the kid whose every word makes you lose your mind?”

Sensing Fu Qingya’s gaze, the man looked over. His dark eyes were deep and cold, clearly holding a poor impression of the youth.

He had just returned from a business trip in a neighboring city when he heard that the old man of his family was at the beck and call of some eighteen-year-old kid from nowhere. Apparently, the Director even believed the boy’s claims and was conducting a city-wide search in Kyoto despite facing questioning from higher-ups.

Supposedly searching for some new type of bomb?

He had an extensive network and usually kept a pulse on everything in Kyoto. He hadn’t heard a whisper of anyone planning to deploy high-risk weapons recently.

Besides, he heard this kid was just some pampered rich second-generation heir. Where could he have possibly gotten such information?

Luo Mingyuan was inclined to believe this delinquent boy had used some trick to deceive the old man.

Having been away and knowing nothing of the recent events, Luo Mingyuan—who had only heard fragments from his friends—looked at Fu Qingya with a gaze that was anything but friendly.

Fu Qingya’s expression gradually shifted to one of cold indifference and disdain. Was this man, who kept rambling about “going mad,” perhaps a bit slow? Director Luo’s behavior was perfectly fine and his mental state was clearly stable, yet this man spoke so recklessly. He seemed like someone with a deficient brain.

Fu Qingya had zero interest in people who lacked intelligence.

Deciding that even looking at him was a waste of time, he lowered his head and continued assembling the items he would soon need.

“You brat, what kind of nonsense are you spewing?”

Director Luo slapped the back of the man’s head and pulled a file folder from the side, handing it to Luo Mingyuan.

The folder bore the insignia of the National Security Bureau, with a large “S” symbol stamped prominently on the front.

Luo Mingyuan’s expression instantly turned solemn. He took the file and flipped through it rapidly.

Ten minutes later, Luo Mingyuan stood beside Fu Qingya and leaned down halfway.

“Mr. Fu, I apologize for my rude language earlier.”

He leaned in toward Fu Qingya’s ear, offering a sincere apology. His bony, well-defined hand placed a bottle of milk and some bread next to Fu Qingya.

“I was overconfident in my own information channels, and my preconceptions led me to misunderstand you. Please, vent any frustrations you have on me.”

“I heard you discovered the ‘Hidden Mines’ during a party, so you likely haven’t eaten. Here is some untouched milk and bread, you should have a taste.”

Reminded by Luo Mingyuan, Fu Qingya—who had been immersed in his mechanical world—finally realized he was famished.

He glanced at Luo Mingyuan. The man’s eyes were filled with genuine apology and chagrin. Seeing Fu Qingya look over, he gave a polite, gentle smile and nudged the milk closer to Fu Qingya’s hand.

He might be a bit slow, but his temper is decent, Fu Qingya thought.

Fu Qingya begrudgingly accepted Luo Mingyuan’s presence, but he still only gave him a brief look before lowering his eyes listlessly.

Just as Luo Mingyuan thought Fu Qingya would reject him, the boy took the milk and bread, tilting his chin toward Luo Mingyuan. “I don’t bother myself with words spoken without a brain.”

“Thanks for this.”

Fu Qingya embodied the “aloof and taciturn” persona perfectly. Feeling the sting of the subtle insult, Luo Mingyuan arched an eyebrow.

For years, he was the one who dealt in sharp tongues and sarcasm. This was the first time he had to sit back and take it after being so bluntly insulted.

This kid certainly had personality.

Then again, it made sense. For someone so brilliant who commanded unknown powers, having a bit of a temper was normal.

Since he himself had decided to live more freely, hadn’t he become quite willful as well?

Moreover, this whole situation was his own fault. He had gone too long without encountering the unexpected and had lost his caution and composure.

He still lacked a bit of refinement.

Luo Mingyuan smiled and pulled out the chair next to Fu Qingya to sit down. “Director Luo has gone to coordinate with the various departments in Kyoto. He asked me to help you with the search.”

“You?”

Fu Qingya looked up at Luo Mingyuan with rare doubt. Could this guy, who seemed a bit dim, actually be useful?

Amused and slightly piqued by the doubt in Fu Qingya’s eyes, Luo Mingyuan drew a long horizontal line in his notebook with his pen.

“I forgot to introduce myself. I am the Team Leader and Chief Forensic Pathologist of the Special Cases Division of the Kyoto General Bureau.”

“Oh, and occasionally, I moonlight as a profiler for other bureaus. I just got back from a business trip to the neighboring Law City today.”

“I wonder if I am qualified to sit here now?”

While he wasn’t an expert in these technological gadgets, surely he wasn’t so incompetent that he couldn’t monitor a recording feed to find something?

If that were the case, he would be a laughingstock. A Special Cases Team Leader who handles cold cases and mysteries but can’t conduct a search.

Fu Qingya nodded. Everyone had their specialties. While this man seemed a bit “off” in the head, his professional credentials should be solid. To hold a Team Leader position in a competitive place like Kyoto, he must have significant personal strength in addition to the Luo family’s background.

Fu Qingya resumed eating his dinner with peace of mind. He ate with great manners; though he was fast, he was methodical, and not a crumb was left on his face when he finished.

Still, Fu Qingya pulled a pack of tissues from his pocket and wiped his mouth and hands slowly.

“Perfect, the items have been located.”

Luo Mingyuan turned to look at Fu Qingya. His gaze lingered for a second on Fu Qingya’s long, slender fingers, which were slightly flushed from the wiping, before quickly looking away.

“Intersection of 408 South Avenue, West District; 222 Gongqi Avenue Commercial Street, South District; and 66 East Avenue Industrial Zone, West District.”

“The targets have been found at three locations in total. These are all densely populated areas with heavy traffic. If the ‘Hidden Mines’ explode, the casualties in Kyoto will be countless.”

“We must act immediately.”

Fu Qingya picked up the tools next to him and held them to his chest. “Let’s go.”

Luo Mingyuan pressed a hand to his forehead. “You’re thinking too simply. We can’t just head over like that.”

“Just to be safe, we must first request permission from above to evacuate the crowds, then notify the police squads to set up cordons. This prevents anyone from wandering in and disrupting your dismantling work.”

He was still just a teenager, after all. No matter how smart or capable Fu Qingya was, he wouldn’t necessarily think of these logistics.

Luo Mingyuan didn’t mind. Being able to dismantle that miraculous, high-risk product was already impressive enough. These preliminary steps and the final cleanup were for people like them to handle. Fu Qingya only needed to focus on the dismantling.

Fu Qingya’s heavy eyelids lifted slightly, showing a hint of impatience, yet he obediently sat back down to wait for Luo Mingyuan to arrange everything.

When Luo Mingyuan finally returned after a frantic period of handling the logistics, he couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight of Fu Qingya sitting there.

Both proud and obedient, no wonder the old man liked him.

He also found the boy quite endearing and felt like he should look out for him more. He noticed that Fu Qingya didn’t seem to know how to take care of himself very well.

Luo Mingyuan thought to himself, his movements becoming a bit gentler as he led Fu Qingya to the car.

The kid looked thin and weary, like a piece of brittle bamboo that might snap in a strong wind. He had to be careful.

Fu Qingya rode in Luo Mingyuan’s car toward the destination. With a police escort clearing the way, they traveled quickly and soon arrived at the closest location, the 408 South Avenue intersection in Kyoto’s West District.

The Kyoto Police were known for their efficiency. By the time Fu Qingya and Luo Mingyuan arrived, the crowds had been evacuated and a cordon had been established around the black pillar.

Tap, tap, tap—

After showing his credentials, Luo Mingyuan walked quickly toward the black pillar, followed by Fu Qingya, who was clutching several tools.

The moment Fu Qingya stepped within a one-meter radius of the black pillar, a piercing sound suddenly rang out.

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