Belobog: I'm a Big Villain, Starting by Wiping Out the Astral Express Crew

"Boss, it's me... don't you recognize me?"

The boss was busy collecting money from customers and looked up impatiently when he heard this.

When he saw Jiang Mo clearly, his brow furrowed even more.

This little brat again?

He didn't get beaten to death last time, and now he's back begging?

He was about to burst into curses, but he froze the moment he met Jiang Mo's eyes.

Those eyes, in the dim light, seemed too bright, yet full of childlike innocence, and a kind of helplessness that made your heart ache.

"Last time, you beat me so badly... I couldn't even lift my hand. I didn't even have the strength to scavenge..."

As Jiang Mo spoke, he moved his left arm in coordination, looking very stiff.

He wasn't lying; those blows had really hurt him, but now his stamina was overdrawn, making it look even worse.

The boss looked at Jiang Mo's thin figure, as if he could be blown away by the wind, and a strange emotion suddenly welled up in his heart.

Half guilt, half pity.

This emotion came too suddenly, too intensely.

A blurry shadow flashed through his mind, his son, Turner, who had gone to the Upper District with his wife.

My kid... seems to be about his age too?

Looking at Jiang Mo's pitiful appearance, the boss felt a tightness in his chest, as if he had done something terribly wrong, completely unlike the man he was, who had been in the Underworld for decades, with a heart harder than iron.

"R-really?" the boss asked, almost stuttering, as if possessed, "Was I that rough back then?"

He didn't even carefully check if Jiang Mo's arm was really that badly injured.

He only felt that, looking at the pitiful little face covered in dust, and thinking of his son's appearance in his memory, his heart ached.

Jiang Mo noticed the change in the boss's expression and knew the Silver Tongue was working!

He struck while the iron was hot, continuing to act pitiful, choking with sobs:

"It hurts so much... three days, I haven't eaten anything for three days, and you still beat me... Boss, I'm already so miserable, shouldn't you compensate me a little? Anything will do..."

The boss looked at Jiang Mo's face and listened to his tearful words, his mind buzzing, completely short-circuiting.

He didn't even think about whether this little brat was lying to him, only feeling the guilt in his heart growing like weeds, at a loss.

"Compensate, yes, I should compensate..."

The boss muttered, as if controlled by something.

He turned around as if possessed, grabbed a few hot Belobog sausages that had just been grilled from the stall, and took two skewers of sizzling, oily grilled meat from the stove.

Then, he fumbled in his apron, took out a small handful of Winter City Coins.

"Quick! Take it!"

He stuffed the food and money into Jiang Mo's arms in one go, his movements rough, but his eyes showed a kind of panic, eager to get rid of something.

"Go! Go now! Don't come back!"

Jiang Mo steadily took the food and money, feeling the warmth of the sausages and grilled meat, and the cold touch of the Winter City Coins.

He looked up at the boss, whose face was a little distorted because of the inner struggle, which made him want to laugh a little.

"Thank you, Boss."

Jiang Mo turned around, suppressing the corners of his mouth, and quickly left the snack stall.

He didn't run, just quickened his pace until he turned a street corner, making sure the boss wasn't chasing him, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

The heat in his hands was transmitted through his tattered clothes, and Jiang Mo couldn't help but gobble it up.

First, he took a bite of the sausage, which was filled with meat with a strong spice flavor, and the scalding oil burst in his mouth instantly.

Then, he tore off a piece of meat from the grilled skewer, with the smoky aroma and the taste of grease.

Although the taste was rough, even a little greasy, in Jiang Mo's eyes, who was extremely hungry, this was the most delicious food in the world!

He chewed and swallowed in large mouthfuls, and after eating a sausage, he quickly finished a skewer of grilled meat.

The emptiness in his stomach was gradually filled as the food went down.

The burning hunger subsided, replaced by a long-lost and intense feeling of fullness, even a little bloated.

Jiang Mo felt alive again!

He touched his stomach, which had finally stopped wailing, and still had two heavy sausages and a skewer of grilled meat in his hand.

Normally, this little bit of food would last him for days.

But today was different; his physical and mental strength had been exhausted too much, so he had to eat more.

Jiang Mo counted the Winter City Coins the boss had given him, one fifty-yuan coin and three ten-yuan coins, a full eighty yuan!

Although it wasn't much, if he saved it, it would be enough for him not to starve for a week.

Suddenly, Jiang Mo thought of Seele.

She must be starving too.

Something this good, I have to share some with her.

Jiang Mo pocketed the money, took the remaining food, and headed towards the scrap collection point Seele frequented.

As he walked, he pondered the effects of the [Silver Tongue] entry just now.

Sure enough, it's extremely effective against those with simple minds who are easily swayed by emotions!

That boss, usually so fierce, was actually moved to open up to me with just a few words, giving me both food and money.

This entry is truly a divine skill!

Worthy of being carefully selected by the system!

The scrap collection point was at the other end of town, a huge garbage dump with mountains of waste.

Jiang Mo quickened his pace, eager to find Seele and share the food with her.

The wind grew stronger, stinging his face.

Jiang Mo looked up at the sky, the Underworld sky blocked by the thick dome, forever a depressing gray.

The scrap collection point was getting closer, and the stench in the air was getting stronger.

Jiang Mo went around a pile of foul-smelling garbage and finally saw the familiar area.

However, as his gaze swept across the pile of scrap, his footsteps suddenly stopped.

Something seemed wrong there.

Several figures were gathered together, seemingly arguing about something.

One of the figures looked a little thin, with short black and blue hair...

Was that... Seele?

Jiang Mo's heart sank.

He had a bad feeling.

Ignoring everything else, he hurried towards the scrap collection point.

Chapter 13 Seele: Are you crazy???

Jiang Mo approached, paused, and locked his gaze on the figures ahead.

It was indeed Seele.

She was surrounded by three or four people in neat uniforms.

They held weapons in their hands, wore cold helmets, and spoke with the arrogance of the Upper District.

The Silvermane Guards, a symbol of order in the Underworld, although their symbolic meaning outweighed their actual function, their presence meant trouble.

What were they doing here?

And why were they surrounding Seele?

Jiang Mo hid behind a pile of garbage, pricked up his ears, and eavesdropped on their conversation.

A Silvermane Guard holding a piece of paper handed it to Seele, his tone with a hint of disgust, and pointed to the image on it:

"We're talking about these three kids, do you recognize them?"

Jiang Mo peered through the gaps in the garbage pile, trying to see the paper in the Silvermane Guard's hand.

He saw three blurry faces drawn on it, but he recognized the outlines—it was Huzi and his gang!

Seele lowered her head, her voice very soft: "I recognize them... I've met them before."

Another Silvermane Guard chimed in: "Oh, so you know that all three of them are dead?"

"Dead?" Seele looked surprised. "I didn't know... It's normal for people to die, it happens every day in the Underworld..."

"Alright, enough nonsense." The leading Silvermane Guard clearly didn't want to waste time. "Do you know who did it to them? Or did you see anyone suspicious?"

Jiang Mo wasn't flustered when he heard this.

Although the Silvermane Guards had discovered that the three were dead, it seemed they couldn't even be bothered to ask for their names, just holding up the picture and asking around, doing it as a formality.

Sure enough, no one cared even if vagrants died.

"I don't know anything... I haven't seen those guys in days."

Seele's voice trembled a little, but she looked calm.

The Silvermane Guard scrutinized her: "Are you sure? I heard you didn't get along with those kids? Didn't they steal your stuff and beat you up before?"

Jiang Mo's heart skipped a beat.

The Silvermane Guards even knew about the conflict between Seele and Huzi?

Seele was silent for a few seconds before whispering:

"Yes... they stole my things and beat me up. But that was all in the past."

"I really don't know anything about this."

Jiang Mo breathed a sigh of relief.

Seele hadn't betrayed him after all.

She clearly saw everything, but said she didn't know anything.

"Don't know anything? Fine... but to strike with such force, it certainly wasn't something a little kid like you could do."

The Silvermane Guard glanced at Seele's thin frame, and said dismissively.

"Forget it, there's no use asking her." The leading guard waved his hand, saying perfunctorily, "Just a few vagrants, their deaths are meaningless. I'll report it later and have the cleaners take care of it."

Jiang Mo hid in the shadows, his heart completely calm.

This was the Underworld.

Life was as cheap as weeds on the side of the road, and no one would care who you were when you died.

"Alright, disperse, disperse."

"This place is filthy, let's get out of here."

"Let's go, let's go."

Jiang Mo listened to the sound of their boots on the ground gradually fading away.

He waited patiently.

Until the scrap collection point returned to its deathly silence, with only the sound of the wind carrying garbage.

After confirming it was safe, Jiang Mo finally came out.

Seele was still standing there, her body a little stiff.

"Seele."