Child of Secretary Two

The butler glanced with satisfaction at the dazed children standing frozen in place. Then, with elegant steps, he walked to the left wall of the main hall. Before a row of dusty cabinets, he gently knocked. The foremost cabinet then slowly opened.

A hunchbacked person, carrying a lantern, slowly stood up from within.

Before he emerged, it was hard to imagine such a small cabinet could hold such a large person.

But after he came out, it somehow felt reasonable, making one even more curious about what was inside the other cabinets.

The butler nodded gently at the hunchbacked person, then led the group of dazed children to the end of the living room, before a half-height door on the left wall.

He pushed it open gently, revealing a staircase leading deep underground.

It was pitch black, and its depth was unknown.

With a gentle clap of his hands from the butler, all the children filed through the small door.

Han Su obediently followed. Although everything in this ancient castle sparked many escape ideas in him, he only dared to choose the one with the highest chance of success.

Adventure was necessary, but risks had to be minimized. He was certain that if he died here, it would be true death, rendering all his subsequent lives meaningless.

The dungeon was pitch black, with only a narrow wooden ladder leading back to the small door they had entered through. There were no windows.

Imprisoned here, without even light, Han Su could only silently calculate in his heart, using the crying and talking times of the children around him to help him gauge the passage of time.

Including Han Su, no one knew how long they would be locked up here. They could only occasionally hear the cawing of crows outside, and sometimes, from higher up in the Bunker, transmitted through some unknown material, the fearful, short cries of children upstairs.

All the children huddled together, an invisible fear enveloping them. But they didn't even dare to cry loudly anymore, lest their sobs attract something.

"The first day is the Night of Crying, the second day is the Night of Silence, the third day is the Night of Joy, and the fourth day is the Night of Transformation..."

He silently memorized the milestones recorded in his mind.

In Han Su's experience, the most suitable opportunity to escape on his own would be after the Night of Joy on the third day, and before the Night of Transformation on the fourth day, during the daytime.

Last time, he had also tried to lead out the children who were willing to believe him at that time.

But this time, he wouldn't wait until then. He would leave tonight.

Besides the fact that the key was on the Pale Giant, making it relatively easy to snatch, there were two other reasons:

Firstly, the children tonight were restless, which would distract several monsters.

Secondly, Han Su knew that after sending him and the other children into the cellar, the butler, wrapped in withered vines, would leave.

The only guard would be the hunchbacked person holding the lantern. Although this hunchbacked person possessed strength incomparable to the children, he was bound by rules.

He was merely a subordinate, so he dared not harm the children.

This, is an opportunity!

In the darkness, all the children gathered in a corner, with only the occasional suppressed whimper and cry. No one dared to make any extra movements.

They didn't know how long they would be locked up, nor if something terrifying would happen the next second.

Especially in this pitch-black cellar, children are afraid of the dark, afraid of monsters in the dark, so they want to find adults, want to go out, want to cry, but they are also afraid of the monsters outside, so they don't dare to cry loudly, only a sound of sobbing.

Only Han Su remained calm, his gaze slowly scanning his surroundings.

Since he decided to leave tonight, the sooner the better.

Now, his current body is only nine years old, inherently weak. The longer he delays, the weaker this body will become, and the smaller the chance of escape.

As he thought, he looked up at a spot in the cellar. It was dark, with a rusty iron pipe about three to four meters high. At the end was a messy pile of cloth bags and broken floorboards, but now, a fresh wooden board had been nailed there.

"As expected, this hole has also been sealed."

Once, he had climbed up from there, escaped the cellar, and then found a way upstairs to find an exit. Now, he had to think of another method.

"You are all scared, but I am not."

As Han Su thought to himself, among the huddled children, someone was shedding tears while waving his fists, saying to the other children, "My dad will definitely come to save me. As long as you listen to me, I'll have my dad save you all too."

"My dad is very powerful."

"My dad is Secretary Two, but his power is greater than the Mayor's. As long as he nods, disobedient gardeners will be beaten to death and thrown into the garden to feed the dogs, so my dad will definitely come to save me."

"When he comes, these monsters, these monsters will all be thrown in jail. If you don't listen to me, you'll also be thrown in jail."

"..."

When children are timid, they also seek a backbone, even if that backbone bullies and scolds them. Therefore, the words of this young master with the split hair brought a glimmer of hopeful agreement to the small cellar.

"I'll be good, I'll be good..."

"..."

Not far away, Han Su watched with cold eyes. He rarely thought a child was bad, but this young master with the split hair was an exception.

At such a young age, he was damnably stupid, wicked, and selfish.

The last time he escaped from this cellar, he had just climbed up along the iron pipe when this guy jumped out and ordered him to pull him up first. Of course, he refused, so this guy suddenly started shouting loudly.

Because of his shouting, he panicked and was eager to pull his leg up, getting a deep gash from an iron nail. This affected his speed and he was almost caught by Half-Woman.

Besides, he had heard him say many times that he was the child of Secretary Two's family?

Every time he was locked in the cellar, when he was scared, he would desperately brag about how powerful his father, Secretary Two, was.

After a few times of eavesdropping and probing, Han Su already knew that if what he said was true, his secretary father must have at least three to five lives on his hands.

There was the one who ruined the flowers, the one who broke the dishes, the one who angered Madam's Anger...

He even bragged that because he wanted to touch a Maid's Wet Nurse, and the maid wouldn't let him, he pretended to have a stomachache and said the maid had given him something spoiled overnight, and then watched that maid get beaten to death.

That bragging and smug look made Han Su, an adult, feel a chill down his spine.

However, there were also some strange things. After he escaped, the families of these children had all come to find him.

Some were noble, some were rich, but it seemed none of them were the so-called Secretary Two.

Theoretically, this Secretary Two was the most powerful person in Qinggang City besides the Mayor. If his child was also kidnapped, the city's media would have reported it extensively, but he had never heard of it.

"Could it be that his identity is so special that he has to be kept hidden?"

Han Su couldn't figure it out for a moment: "But no matter what, this chance to escape falls on you this time..."

Amidst the children's emboldened bragging and agreement, he tried to calm himself down, and the structural map of most areas of the bunker below the fifth floor appeared in his mind.

"Although the principle is to avoid any potential danger as much as possible, this time, to get out, it seems the first step requires taking a risk..."

As he thought, he looked up the stairs, straight towards the small door at the end of the stairs, which was only half a person high. He thought of the strange person who would come in with a Lantern, frightening them whenever the children in the cellar cried too much.

After making up his mind, Han Su immediately began.

He listened to the Parted Hair Kid Brother, who was bragging about his father being more and more powerful, even getting carried away and seeming to have forgotten his fear. Han Su suddenly nodded vigorously in agreement:

"Your dad is Secretary Two? That super powerful official that even the Public Security Bureau wouldn't dare to investigate even if he killed someone?"

"..."

The Parted Hair Kid Brother was stunned when he heard Han Su's agreement. Then, he proudly crossed his arms and looked Han Su up and down from a distance. Seeing the black Jacket he was wearing, he said, "You know my dad is powerful?"

"Then I order you to take off your clothes and give them to me, because I'm cold."

He said, raising his chin proudly, "If you obey, I'll allow you to wipe my butt when I poop. In our house, everyone fights to wipe my butt for me."

As he spoke, he even looked around.

He actually needed to poop, but he was afraid and didn't know how to wipe, so he held it in.

Han Su said, "That's good, I've found the right person."

After saying that, he swung his palm and slapped him.

The little division head was stunned. He covered his face and looked at Han Su in disbelief, as if this slap had shattered his worldview. After all, even his father wouldn't hit him, so violence was like a dimensional attack to him.

"My Older Sister was killed by your father after she broke a Plate he liked. My Younger Sister had her legs broken and was thrown out after angering your mother when she was in a bad mood."

"My Cousin Sister was framed and killed by you. My Cousin Brother was buried in your garden for cutting a flower..."

"..."

Han Su roared, baring his claws and brandishing his teeth, and went up to slap him again and again, just like a vengeful ghost.

Although, considering his soul's age, attacking this child was like an adult bullying a child, who could he blame when this guy's family was so detestable?

He wouldn't hit too much. One slap for one life wasn't excessive, right?

Speaking of which, he hadn't lied to him either. All the suffering masses were his brothers and sisters!