“Saiya, take the hostages out and settle them.” Huo Yanji said, “Team Three, start searching house by house and bring all the residents to the fountain.”
“Yes!”
The Governor clutched his bloody hand and looked up with a twisted smile: “If I had known it would come to this, I wouldn’t have kept my promise… The little guy looks so delicious, such a delicate little face. I wonder if his ass is just as white—it would probably feel great to f*ck, right? Otherwise, why would the mighty Supreme Executive go to such trouble and come personally for such a little plaything?”
“F*ck your grandfather!” Saiya, who had been at the hostage building entrance, turned back and kicked the Governor’s shoulder, cursing loudly.
Huo Yanji didn’t stop this kick, but when Saiya wanted to continue lifting the man up for a beating, he raised his hand to signal: “Go do your job.”
Saiya suppressed his anger and released the Governor’s collar: “Yes.”
When only two people remained around them, Huo Yanji slowly crouched down, looking at the Governor with the gaze of someone looking at a dead person, saying deliberately: “If my person loses even a single hair, General Huo Jiangmian will take over your prison life for the rest of your days. What do you think?”
Suddenly hearing this name, the Governor shuddered, deep hatred flashing in his eyes, but beneath the hatred lay fear.
The cold gun barrel slid down from the Governor’s head, tapped against his temple, then lifted his chin, forcing him to look up and make eye contact.
### English Translation
“The reason you haven’t touched my person isn’t because you kept your promise, but because of your fear.” Huo Yanji curved his lips slightly, his gaze ice-cold. “I’m rather curious about what he did to you that you still haven’t forgotten after all these years.”
As if some terrifying memory had been triggered, the Governor’s hand trembling gradually spread throughout his entire body. His breathing became unsteady, all color drained from his face, and fine beads of sweat appeared on the undamaged half of his face.
The heavy iron door of the hostage room was yanked open with a loud clang, startling the Governor into a shudder.
Saiya comforted the hostages: “It’s okay now, you’re safe.”
Only then did the Governor snap out of his nightmare, spitting out a mouthful of bloody phlegm: “Huo… shouldn’t his brother be just as cold-blooded as him? Yet he still cares about hostages, cares about a little plaything!? Hahaha, what the f*ck—”
“So afraid you don’t even dare mention his name?” Huo Yanji looked down, his arm resting on his thigh, his gloved fingers casually waving the gun barrel.
The Governor trembled, stammering for a long time without managing to say anything in rebuttal.
“Shui Ming, watch him.”
“Yes!”
*
It took Colin quite a while to finish applying the medicine before pulling up his pants and coming out: “Sticky and disgusting…”
Ah Qin smiled with pursed lips: “More disgusting than giant frog mucus?”
“…” The face wrapped in gauze twisted for a moment. Colin waved his hand, “Don’t mention it.”
Ah Qin hesitated, then said in a low voice: “When I was applying medicine the past few days, the Governor was always watching from the side. I had no way to do anything.”
Colin waved his hand: “I don’t blame you, don’t worry.”
Ah Qin breathed a sigh of relief: “Thank you. Actually, I’ve been trying to find a chance to approach you these three days, but the Governor’s people have been watching…”
“I understand.” Colin asked casually, “How old are you?”
“Seventeen.”
Colin’s face darkened: “And your brother?”
Ah Qin was silent for a moment: “The ruins really have too few resources. The Governor also wants more population, so he wouldn’t give ordinary families things like protection… So my brother is only one year younger than me. When my mother gave birth to him, she bled too severely and died.”
Sang Jue sat on a high stool to the side, swinging his legs while listening to them talk.
“With the Governor like this, hasn’t anyone thought of overthrowing him?”
“Many people don’t know about him playing with little boys. They all think their children died outside… Besides, he’s the only deviant here. Everyone fears him. Without him and his subordinates, we couldn’t get many resources.” Ah Qin hesitated, “Actually, the community you see now isn’t bad, but it’s not the Governor’s achievement at all.”
“What do you mean?”
“I heard this from my dad—everyone only moved here two years before I was born, because the Governor did some bad things and was being hunted by the main city. He accidentally discovered this place while fleeing.”
“When I was about three or four, the Governor was captured again while leading people out hunting. At that time, a man accidentally broke into the community. Everyone was terrified, thinking he was infected by spores, but it turned out he was like you.”
“Me?” Colin paused. “He was like me—infected but retained his sanity?”
Ah Qin nodded twice: “After this person regained consciousness, he stayed and helped us build this place, taught us to farm, repair houses, and even secretly infiltrated other safety zones to bring back breeding pigs…”
Sang Jue rested his chin on his hand, knowing that such seemingly beautiful stories often had a “but” coming.
Sure enough, Ah Qin’s voice grew quieter: “But just when we all thought life would get better and better, and we’d never see the Governor again, he came back.”
Colin frowned: “What about the man infected by spores…”
“The Governor killed him.” Ah Qin pressed her lips together. “I don’t know exactly how he died, but after that, the Governor became the boss again.”
Colin thought of something and asked: “Do you know what that man who helped you was called?”
“My dad said he often held me when I was little, but I don’t remember much.”
Ah Qin touched her head: “Oh right, he was the one who taught my dad how to treat wounds, perform simple surgeries, including delivering babies. Later when I grew up, my dad taught me, and now I’m the one who delivers babies for the women in the community.”
“He was amazing.” Sang Jue counted on his fingers. “Could repair houses, farm, and was also a doctor…”
“Right!?” Ah Qin’s mood dropped a bit. “If only it had been the Governor who died back then.”
Colin looked thoughtful: “When was your Governor’s face ruined?”
“Ah… it seems like it was shortly after that big brother died. The Governor disappeared for a while, and when he came back, he was like this.” Ah Qin added, “Before that, the Governor would disappear for a month every year. My dad would curse him not to come back each time… but he always returned safely.”
Something was strange.
Colin wanted to ask more, but suddenly footsteps came from outside.
Ah Qin immediately stood up in panic, pushing Colin and whispering: “Quick, hide under the hospital bed! I’ll handle this.”
Sang Jue jumped down from the high stool, twitched his nose, puffed his cheeks and said: “You don’t need to hide.”
But after saying this, he flipped to the right, opened the skylight and climbed out.
“Hey!” Colin said, “Then why are you running!?”
“You need to hide quickly. If we’re discovered, we’ll all be in trouble—”
Colin grabbed the panicked Ah Qin, listened intently for a moment. The footsteps outside were steady and composed, with a rhythm he found familiar.
“It’s okay, open the door. It’s someone here to rescue us.”
Ah Qin didn’t know whether to believe Colin’s words. Just as she hesitated, with a creaking sound, the basement door was lifted open. Daylight refracted in, making both of them shield their eyes.
A familiar figure walked toward them against the light. Colin got a little excited: “General!”
But the other person only cast him a cold glance, as if asking “who are you?”
“…” Colin sniffled. “General, would you like to take another look?”
The supervisor following behind Colin did recognize this way of speaking: “Colonel Colin?”
Colin said painfully: “Even Sang Jue could recognize me at a glance, but the General has known me for nearly ten years and didn’t recognize me!”
Huo Yanji reminded him flatly: “You’re no different from a mummy right now.”
Colin: “…”
Huo Yanji asked: “Where’s Sang Jue?”
“He ran away.” Colin pointed toward the skylight, adding, “Sang Jue knows about the tracker.”
Huo Yanji paused: “You told him?”
Colin shut his mouth and started playing dead.
Huo Yanji looked around the basement, glanced at Ah Qin, and instructed his subordinate: “Take him to the fountain and have a doctor look at Colonel Colin’s injuries.”
“Yes.”
After Huo Yanji turned and left, Ah Qin finally snapped out of her daze: “You… you’re a colonel?”
Colin laughed dryly: “Haha, yeah. You’ve never seen such a pathetic colonel, have you?”
“Stop joking around, hurry back.” The supervisor beside him helped Colin up. “After the rescue ended, Colonel Wei Lan searched for you for ten hours without eating or resting. The fire in the sewers hadn’t even been completely extinguished yet, and I heard her legs were burned.”
Colin was stunned.
He knew that during those three days of rescue operations, basically no one had slept much, and Wei Lan was naturally no exception.
*
Right beside his military boots was the basement’s skylight. Huo Yanji looked around—there were small alleys everywhere.
From time to time, residents were being escorted out of houses. A passing lieutenant saluted: “General.”
Huo Yanji said: “Don’t miss any corner.”
“Yes.”
Huo Yanji paused: “Tell me if you see Sang Jue.”
“Yes.”
Huo Yanji walked forward along the small path. The alleys on both sides led in all directions, and this community was much larger than expected.
He randomly picked an alley and walked in, but when he turned the corner, he found it was a dead end filled with debris.
But when he looked up, he saw someone sitting on the wall.
The person had his back to him, his tail hanging behind him and swishing back and forth, every scale saying ‘I’m not happy.’
“Sang Jue.” Huo Yanji said, “Come down.”
“No.”
“The buildings here haven’t been decontaminated. Any place could contain contaminated genes from other species. It’s dangerous.”
Huo Yanji walked a few steps closer, took off his gloves, and grasped Sang Jue’s tail: “Come down first.”
The tail nimbly slipped out of his hand, refusing to be touched.
Sang Jue said sullenly: “Do you think I’m more dangerous?”
Huo Yanji said: “Indeed.”
“…” Sang Jue swished his tail, smacking Huo Yanji’s forearm with a “slap,” saying: “I don’t like you anymore.”
“Thinking you’re dangerous and not trusting you are two different things.” Huo Yanji said, “We had only known each other for two days when the tracker was installed.”
“Sophistry.” Sang Jue wasn’t buying it. “If you trusted me later, you should have been honest with me about the tracker, not wait for me to discover it myself.”
“You’re right.” Huo Yanji said in a flat tone, “My mistake.”
Sang Jue snorted: “No sincerity.”
Huo Yanji asked: “What would count as sincere?”
Sang Jue finally turned around, thought for a moment and said: “You should let me install a tracker on you too. That would be fair.”
Huo Yanji let out a very light laugh: “That won’t work.”
“…” Sang Jue gave Huo Yanji another tail slap. He had originally wanted to hit his face, but if he damaged the face, Huo Yanji would become worthless, so he hit his arm instead.
He jumped down from the wall without looking back.
Huo Yanji looked at the surrounding terrain and took a detour from the side. He walked through the gloomy alleys, winding around until he successfully blocked Sang Jue from another alley entrance.
Sang Jue turned around and walked away: “Don’t follow me. We’re not friends anymore.”
Huo Yanji said: “Even if I agreed to let you install a tracker, the military district would never agree. Once your bracelet is taken by someone else, it could easily be used by people with ulterior motives.”
Sang Jue’s steps paused, then he continued walking.
Huo Yanji said: “We can substitute something else.”
Sang Jue seemed to walk determinedly, but the tip of his tail unconsciously swayed, betraying his thoughts.
Huo Yanji asked nonchalantly: “You can propose other compensation.”
The silent silence lasted for a long time, with only the sound of their footsteps.
Sang Jue didn’t seem to be walking aimlessly, but rather heading somewhere specific.
Sang Jue suddenly said: “First, no matter what happens in the future, you must believe me.”
Huo Yanji: “Okay.”
Sang Jue continued: “If you discover in the future that I haven’t told you something, you can’t be fierce with me.”
Huo Yanji: “Hm?”
“You must believe that if I didn’t tell you, it’s because I couldn’t tell you, not because I subjectively wanted to deceive you.” Sang Jue turned back, saying very seriously, “So you’re not allowed to be fierce with me.”
“Alright.” Huo Yanji approached and wiped away the dust that had gotten on Sang Jue’s face when he climbed through the window. “That’s all?”
Sang Jue was a dragon who could reflect on himself.
Huo Yanji’s distrust of him was actually partly his own fault—he had indeed hidden many things.
He hadn’t thought of other compensation yet: “Can I save one request?”
Huo Yanji said: “No.”
“Fine.” Sang Jue frowned in thought, then his eyes lit up: “You have to give me a gemstone every week!”
Sang Jue hadn’t eaten gemstones in a long time.
Although he had gotten the sapphire from the aircraft, he was reluctant to eat it—it was the first gemstone the Doctor had given him, very commemorative.
“Can’t a General’s salary afford gemstones?”
Seeing that Huo Yanji didn’t answer, Sang Jue also felt it was a bit excessive, and said reluctantly: “Then one per month. I won’t make you give them for very long.”
What did “won’t give them for very long” mean?
Huo Yanji’s eyes moved slightly: “What do you need so many gemstones for?”
Sang Jue replied, “To collect them, of course.”
“Alright,” Huo Yanji agreed calmly. “Why did you stop walking?”
“Hmm?”
“Weren’t you going to take me somewhere else?”
Sang Jue thought that sometimes humans could be quite clever—like Huo Yanji. Even though he hadn’t said anything, Huo Yanji had already caught on to his intentions.
Sang Jue pointed the way: “This way.”
After his small request was granted, the little dragon’s tail perked up again, swaying as he walked. Just like the big cats in historical films, when they’re happy, their fluffy tails curl up high.
After turning a couple of corners, an abandoned truck covered in vines came into view.
“The bumps in the ground look a lot like graves,” Sang Jue added, “don’t you think?”
The little dragon had learned to be clever. To avoid suspicion, he decided to speak as tactfully as humans, not directly stating that human bones were buried below.
Huo Yanji replied calmly, “Grave mounds are much bigger than this.”
Stubborn human.
Sang Jue objected, “I think it’s a grave mound.”
Huo Yanji curled his lips: “If you think it is, then it is.”
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the tip of Sang Jue’s tail swaying happily again, the scales shimmering with icy blue in the sunlight.
Sang Jue urged, “Then hurry and get someone to dig.”
Huo Yanji responded, “Put your tail away.”
Sang Jue replied with an “oh.”
Soon, a team arrived. Humans hadn’t seen graveyards in a long time—due to limited land resources and the fact that most people in the city were executed after infection, bodies were dragged away for mass cremation.
Countless people’s ashes were fused together, making it impossible to tell who was who, as if a giant had been burned.
The first grave mound was excavated, and after examining the remains, a supervisor reported, “Sir, it’s a male skeleton, probably only about eighteen… Judging by the leg bones, he was likely abused before death.”
“Dig them all up.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Let’s go.” Huo Yanji led Sang Jue back to the fountain.
The area around the fountain was crowded, with nearly two hundred original residents, adults and children alike.
They stood timidly, not daring to meet the soldiers’ eyes.
Saiya, having escorted the last group of hostages, removed his protective mask and approached. “Report: a total of 113 hostages have been rescued and properly settled. Two died from skin infections.”
The further inside the hostage rooms, the worse the conditions became—no sunlight, and all eating, drinking, and waste had to be managed in a tiny space. Under such conditions, it’s no wonder people got sick.
“The earliest hostages have been here for three months,” Saiya said. “According to them, at first, the kidnappers’ purpose wasn’t to get contaminated genes, but something else.”
“Something else?”
“They don’t know the exact purpose, only that they overheard the Governor telling his men they needed at least two hundred people.”
Huo Yanji put on the gloves he’d removed earlier to touch the tail. “What else?”
“All these hostages are ordinary people without any evolution,” Saiya said. “But since the Governor was the only deviant in this community, it’s understandable they didn’t dare target deviants—too risky.”
“How were they kidnapped?”
Saiya explained, “Do you remember the missing persons cases in the main city last month?”
Several people had reported that their sons, friends, or mercenary teammates had suddenly disappeared, and were certain they hadn’t left the city.
But when checking the records, those people’s names appeared on the list of those who had left, so the investigation was dropped.
“I checked, and the missing people are all among these hostages,” Saiya said hesitantly. “And they really hadn’t left the city—they were knocked out inside and taken away, sir…”
Huo Yanji said, “Go on.”
Saiya closed his eyes and blurted out, “The main city isn’t like District Seven—no one could dig a secret tunnel here. If people are being kidnapped from inside the city, it means we have an internal problem.”
Huo Yanji’s eyes flickered, sunlight falling across his face and dusting his eyelashes with gold.
Sang Jue sat nearby, staring for a long time. Maybe Huo Yanji was an eyelash spirit.
A lieutenant came out of a distant house with five residents. “Report, sir: all houses have been searched. There are 182 ordinary residents in total!”
The residents included men, women, and children. Meeting Huo Yanji’s gaze, a mother protectively drew her frightened daughter deeper into the crowd.
This was an unexpected situation—if only ruthless criminals were here, they could be executed or jailed without hesitation. But now, the problem was what to do with this group of old people, women, and children.
Huo Yanji suddenly asked, “Do you want to enter the city?”
Most people hesitated, haunted by the Governor’s stories of the city’s horrors.
Only a young girl stepped forward—it was Ah Qin.
She said firmly, “I do!”
“I can perform surgery and know a lot about medicine. Let me into the city and you won’t regret it.” She added nervously, “My dad is a doctor too, much better than me… Could we bring my younger brother as well?”
Huo Yanji replied calmly, “Of course.”
Ah Qin was stunned, not expecting Huo Yanji to agree so easily.
The other residents were still conflicted. Life here was pretty good—self-sufficient, free. As for whether the Governor was scum, as long as it didn’t affect them, what did it matter?
The team that had dug up the graves returned, pushing over a dozen skeletons on a cart. Two bodies weren’t fully decomposed, and the stench of rot filled the air.
Residents began whispering:
– “What’s that…”
– “Where did the bodies come from?”
– “Weird… what are these soldiers up to?”
– “The coat on the body to the left looks familiar…”
Suddenly, a man in his sixties or seventies collapsed to the ground, staring blankly at the cart.
“Grandma, what’s wrong?” Someone nearby hurriedly helped her up.
“That’s… that’s our Fan Fan…” Grandma suddenly turned her head and glared viciously at the Governor, who was being watched over by Shui Ming. “Didn’t you say Fan Fan died outside? Didn’t you say he was bitten by a red flower snake while saving you!?”
She stumbled to her feet and rushed in front of the Governor, slapping him hard across the face. “I knew it—why else would I dream of Fan Fan every night? It wasn’t enough for you to kill his parents, you had to kill Fan Fan too—”
The Governor’s head was knocked to the side by the slap. He slowly turned back and sneered, “Don’t act so innocent. If you couldn’t farm, you think I’d keep a useless old thing like you around?”
“Go to hell!” Grandma, trembling, grabbed the Governor’s hair and choked his neck. “You go to hell!”
Huo Yanji signaled his subordinates to pull her away.
Once Grandma’s venomous curses had faded, Huo Yanji gestured to the supervisor who had just finished digging the graves. “Explain the situation.”
The supervisor reported gravely, “There are twenty-three bodies in total, all with different times of death. Eight of the bodies are young boys, very likely sexually abused before death. Nine are elderly, and the remaining five are from various age groups, all disabled before death.”
At the words “sexual abuse,” it was as if frost formed in Huo Yanji’s eyes.
“What’s going on—sexual abuse? Are you kidding?”
“What does ‘all disabled before death’ mean?”
“Who abused them?”
“The Governor…?”
Most of the older adults fell silent, clearly knowing something.
After a while, the father of Ah Qin—the one who’d wanted to enter the city—stepped out, turned to the crowd, and sighed. “The Governor has some unspeakable fetishes. All those young people were abused to death by him, but he told everyone they died hunting outside. As for the elderly and disabled, since they were of no use to the community, the Governor had them killed.”
Ah Qin added, having overheard this herself: “And hunting wasn’t what you thought—it wasn’t animals, but people. Innocent mercenaries from the main city sent out on missions.”
The ruins had been collapsed for years and resources were scarce. With only the Governor as a deviant, fighting contaminated monsters was nearly impossible. It was much easier to set traps, hunt mercenaries, and steal their supplies.
The crowd erupted in shock.
– “The Governor’s lost his mind!?”
– “A beast in human skin…”
– “He’s really changed for the worse these years, grown so much darker.”
– “We were self-sufficient—why would he do all this…?”
The Governor, disheveled, leaned against the wall, sneering repeatedly and muttering to himself, “A bunch of hypocritical trash. You really think you could have survived this long on your own? If not for me, you’d all be dead by now…”
“You have the freedom to choose.” Huo Yanji’s voice wasn’t loud, but as soon as he spoke, everyone instinctively fell silent. “Whether you stay or enter the city is your choice, but you only get this one chance.”
Saiya spoke up at the right moment: “Anyone who wants to come with us, please step forward.”
The doctor’s family took the first determined step—they’d wanted to leave for a long time. Behind Ah Qin, a young boy with a shirt over his head, looking about Sang Jue’s age, also stepped out.
With someone leading the way, the rest followed more easily. People stood up one after another, and the few still hesitating gave up their doubts—since everyone was leaving, there was no point in staying behind alone.
Huo Yanji turned to Saiya and said, “Contact District Seven, have them send ten vehicles.”
“Yes, sir.”
District Seven was closest to the city ruins, and with recent population shortages, it was the best place to send them.
“You escort the hostages back to the main city first,” Huo Yanji said. “Take Colin with you.”
“Yes!” Saiya looked serious on the surface, but his eyes were full of joy—no one had expected Colin to actually be alive.
Colin, wrapped up like a mummy, hesitated and stepped forward. “General, I’ve become a deviant.”
Huo Yanji glanced at him. “So, does being a deviant mean you don’t want to return to the team?”
“…No.” Colin let out a breath of relief. “Thank you, sir.”
Unlike deviant soldiers, all regular soldiers, like Huo Yanji, held two positions: their military rank and that of supervisor.
Even if Colin could no longer serve as a supervisor, he was still Huo Yanji’s subordinate, just like Wei Lan.
Though he knew the rumors about Huo Yanji hating deviants were nonsense, Colin couldn’t help but feel a bit nervous.
Saiya patted Colin’s shoulder. “Let’s go, time to go home.”
Huo Yanji suddenly called out coolly, “Wait.”
Saiya turned back and saw the General holding out his slender hand, as if asking for something.
It took him a moment to react, then he quickly pulled out a heavy bag from his coat.
Huo Yanji took it and tossed it to Sang Jue, who was quietly sitting in the corner.
He walked over to Sang Jue and glanced at the Governor. “Did he bully you?”
“No.” Sang Jue opened the bag and found a tentacle-and-cheese sandwich inside. “If he bullied me, I would have killed him.”
Some of the coldness faded from Huo Yanji’s eyes. Although Sang Jue’s clothes were a bit dirty, his skin was still fair and clean—he didn’t look abused.
“Eat slowly.”
Sang Jue took a bite. It tasted good. “Okay.”
Saiya shook his head and looked away. The little troublemaker was being spoiled again.
The sandwich had originally been in the car, but when it became clear they couldn’t all return to the city at once, the General had told Saiya to bring it in when he came back with the hostages.
After all, they’re all human—a little nutrient drink wouldn’t kill anyone.
Of course, Saiya didn’t dare say that. He punched Colin in the side. “You’re really lucky!”
Colin pretended to double over in pain. “I was fine, but with that punch, you might have finished me off.”
“When we get to the car, you’d better report to Colonel Wei Lan in person—” Saiya’s words cut off abruptly, and he called out in surprise, “…General.”
As Huo Yanji was watching Sang Jue’s little fangs, he glanced back and saw a squad of soldiers wearing protective masks emerge from the spore-infected zone outside the main gate, dressed in the same uniforms as them.
The man leading the group removed his protective mask and saluted. “Major General Huo.”
It turned out to be Leon, the adjutant of Huo Jiangmian.
Huo Yanji asked, “What is it?”
Leon looked at the disheveled Governor. “On the Commander’s orders, I’m here to escort the Governor back to the city.”
“No!!” The Governor immediately struggled to get up, but was held down by Shui Ming nearby. His voice began to tremble uncontrollably. “Don’t hand me over to the Huo family! Don’t hand me over to the Huo family…”
Leon said coldly, “Sorry, that’s not up to you.”
The Governor stared fixedly at Huo Yanji, as if clutching his last hope, his eyes full of fear. “As long as you don’t hand me over to the Huo family, I’ll tell you why I needed to capture two hundred people in the first place! I swear it’s something you’ll be interested in!!”
Huo Yanji’s gaze darkened.
He had located the Governor’s hideout using Sang Jue’s communicator. Before entering, no one except Saiya knew about it.
How did Leon find it so quickly?
Leon continued, “Major General, the Commander also sent us with ten armored vehicles—enough to transport all these residents back.”
Huo Jiangmian even knew the number of residents in this community.
Leon went on, “The Commander only wants the Governor. Would that be acceptable?”
The implication was clear: Huo Jiangmian wasn’t trying to claim credit for capturing the criminal or rescuing the hostages—he only wanted the Governor.
Huo Yanji casually ruffled Sang Jue’s hair and walked over unhurriedly. “No.”
“The person I caught, I’ll personally escort. Please leave.”
His voice was cold, with a calmness that allowed no argument.
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Wait he´s right. How did his brother find ou so quickly and there that fast