A Warrior Can Be Killed but Not Humiliated. How Dare You Say My Acting Sucks?!

[The previous chapter has been revised, the picture of Yukio has been changed, and more pictures have been added later. You can take a look if you're interested~]

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Yukio turned her head and stared at Sing Sing, her eyes filled with murderous intent.

Sing Sing chose to ignore it and reached out to pat the splinters of wood off her shoulder.

"We're all decent people, why are you so hostile?" He drawled, his face full of helplessness.

"I was just asking about the Old Jin family's genealogy, why the big reaction?"

Yukio kept her lips tightly shut and remained silent.

What should I do...?

This woman has been trained to withstand pressure; she's a tough, unyielding piece of meat.

Should we go straight for the ultimate memory recovery technique?

Inappropriate.

Old Goldhead is an unreasonable guy; if he ever holds a grudge later, he'll definitely use his steel claws to cut himself.

Since brute force won't work, we'll have to resort to some high-tech solutions.

"Fine, then don't tell me."

Sing Sing pulled out his phone. "I'm a very democratic person. If you don't believe me, I'll have the person involved tell you himself."

The screen lit up, Sing Sing Chow opened the "We Are a Loving Family" chat group.

Sing Sing quickly searched and soon found a video file that had been uploaded just two hours earlier.

Upon opening the link, his face immediately darkened.

Okay!

While I'm in Japan acting like a coward and pretending to be a high school student because of your petty affairs, you Old Goldhead, actually have time to fish by the lake?!

Suppressing his inner turmoil, Sing Sing shoved the screen right up to Yukio's nose.

"Come on, open your eyes wide and look carefully."

A mocking glint flashed in Yukio's eyes, and she was about to close them and ignore it.

But when I caught a glimpse of that familiar, rugged face on the screen out of the corner of my eye, I couldn't look away.

Sing Sing noticed the change in her emotions.

"Did you look closely? Logan's living the high life in China now, better than me. He eats braised pork every day and goes fishing every day."

Sing Sing took his phone back and rubbed the screen on his trouser leg. "Now, do you believe I'm checking your household registration?"

Yukio remained silent, simply turning her face away to avoid his gaze.

"If you still don't believe me, let's make a video call to him right now and confront him?"

"Don't hit me!"

This reaction is very unusual.

Old Goldhead had clearly stated that back then, they had an unbreakable bond, someone who could trust each other with their backs and even had in-depth conversations.

This kind of hostile emotion, as if encountering a mortal enemy, is highly abnormal.

"You can refuse to fight, but do you believe me or not?"

Yukio closed her eyes.

It took her more than ten seconds to nod.

"It's good that he's alive." Yukio opened her eyes again.

"But you'd better not let him show his face in front of me. If I see him, I will use all my skills to plunge a knife into his heart!"

Sing Sing was genuinely shocked this time.

The plot took a completely different turn from his intelligence predictions.

"No, big sister, are you sure you've got something wrong?" Sing Sing spread his hands, looking completely innocent.

"Old Goldhead said you two used to be on good terms? How come you're suddenly at each other's throats?"

"Good relationship?" Yukio scoffed.

"Did he tell you that we met on the street, fought side by side, and I was captivated by his wildness and strength? We had a deep and unforgettable relationship?"

"He's just fooling himself! He only remembers the so-called heroic moments he wants to remember!"

Sing Sing remained silent.

Yukio's hatred, mixed with extremely suppressed pain, didn't seem feigned.

"I grew up in the slums of Kansai," Yukio said in a hoarse voice.

"I was adopted by a blind old woman who ran a run-down izakaya (Japanese pub). When Logan wandered there, he was covered in blood and looked like a stray dog."

"My mother-in-law took him in. I stitched him up and watched his raw, bleeding wound heal. That was the first time I'd ever seen Mutants."

"I thought he was a hero who could protect us all."

"And then?" Sing Sing squinted.

"Then, his pursuers arrived—a group of fully armed mercenaries."

"Logan was a formidable fighter; he tore those people to shreds. But he also descended into utter madness! He killed his way from one end of the street to the other, completely oblivious to his surroundings and who was dying!"

"When he came to his senses, all the mercenaries were dead, but the entire neighborhood was destroyed."

"My mother-in-law's izakaya (Japanese pub) was hit by mercenaries' incendiary bombs. When I crawled out of the rubble and ran back, all I found was a charred piece of my cane."

Logan stood in the fire, staring blankly at his claws. Then he turned away, said nothing, and walked alone into the snow. After that, he was completely forgotten.

Yukio stared intently at Sing Sing, her eyes bloodshot.

"Tell me, should I hate him?"

Blind old woman?

Kansai slums?

Izakaya fire?

The woman's despair and anger as she recounted this story were genuine.

An ordinary person would most likely have been moved to tears.

Unfortunately, standing in front of her was the ace field agent of the 749 Bureau of China.

Sing Sing reached out and touched his chin.

That unlucky Old Goldhead, he really does bring disaster wherever he goes.

But that doesn't mean the woman in front of you is telling the truth.

Sing Sing pulled a photo out of his pocket and waved it in front of Yukio.

"You really could try to get an Oscar for Best Actress."

Upon seeing the photo, Yukio's angry expression vanished instantly.

In the photo, she is clearly wearing a traditional kimono, standing respectfully behind a serious-looking old man.

"Entered the Yashida Family's assassin training camp at the age of eight, becoming the personal bodyguard of the young lady Mariko Yashida."

"Kansai slums? Blind old woman? Dude, when you're writing a script, you should consider reality!"

"You can't even put your heart into a supporting role? That's utter nonsense. I can't possibly give you a high score!"

"We're all just trying to make a living, so if we're going to put on an act, we have to go all the way!"

"When you were talking about the izakaya fire, you were really seething with anger."

"But!"

Sing Sing held up one finger.

"His eyes held only hatred, not the bewilderment of losing loved ones!"

"All you showed was Abomination for Old Goldhead, not a trace of the grief and sorrow of the blind old woman's death!"

"His facial expression was too exaggerated, and his body trembled too much."

"Your performance in this scene... completely lacks depth!"

Yukio's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

What is this lunatic saying?

This is a life-or-death interrogation, and you're commenting on my acting?!

Sing Sing shook his head, his face full of disappointment.

"With your exaggerated acting skills, if you were a background actor in Hengdian, the director wouldn't even give you a boxed lunch!"

"At most, you'll get to play a minor role as a Song soldier who gets beaten to death as soon as he appears!"

"And the kind where they don't even have a single line, they're just dragged away and fed to the dogs!"

His true colors were exposed to his face, and he was pinned to the ground and brutally humiliated for his proud act of disguise.

His pride as an assassin was shattered.

"I kill you!!"

Yukio let out a scream and twisted her body wildly like a mother leopard guarding her food, trying to break free of her restraints by dislocating her joints.

Sing Sing Chow chuckled, Da Vinci -made, high-toughness, adaptive anomaly containment restraint belt was activated.

The harder Yukio struggled, the tighter the ropes binding her became.

Sing Sing stood to the side, lost in thought.

Wenxi, that lousy thing, finally acted up for once. I'll have to treat him to a pig's feet meal when we get back to China.

Sing Sing took out his cigarette case, shook out a cigarette, and lit it.

"Phew~"

A bluish-white mist sprayed onto Yukio's face.

"I'm a very reasonable person."

Sing Sing, with a cigarette between his fingers, said earnestly, "As long as you cooperate obediently, we'll be good friends."

"First question: When you were working for Logan back then, did you secretly get pregnant and have a baby with that long-haired old thief?"

"Me?! To have his child?!"

Yukio collapsed in a hysterical state.

"That furry monster that just pokes around with its claws, stinks all over, and has a mind full of destruction!"

"That Beast finds even taking a bath too troublesome! Smoks cheap cigars! Eats raw meat!"

"I'd rather commit seppuku! I'd rather be bitten to death by wild dogs! I'd rather despise him!!"

She yelled so hard she nearly spat on Sing Sing's face.

Sing Sing showed no signs of anger. He placed two fingers of his right hand together on Yukio's carotid artery, sensing the flow of blood and qi in the other person.

His pulse was rapid, without the nervous confusion one would have when lying.

A person's physiological reactions when extremely angry don't lie. Does this woman really find Old Goldhead disgusting?

He withdrew his hand.

The image of Old Goldhead Jintou's slovenly behavior—picking his toes, picking his teeth, and spilling beer on his clothes—came to mind.

Sing Sing nodded in deep agreement.

If it were him, and he had a daughter who brought this kind of guy home, he wouldn't be able to resist splitting her in two with Pig Butchering Knife.

But there are still doubts. Old Goldhead is not the kind of person who speaks carelessly.

There must have been physical intimacy between them. Could it be... that Old Goldhead forced himself on her?

Or perhaps it was a case of starting something and then abandoning it?