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Eternal Gate—could it really just be a door? Clearly, that is not necessarily the case.
Tang Yumo remained in a deep sleep or perhaps a coma; I could not confirm anything with her. However, from my interactions with her, even if she were aware of the truth, it was highly likely she would not disclose it. She opposed our approach to Eternal Gate, especially since we were here with the intent to destroy it.
But there was an even greater possibility that Tang Yumo did not know the truth at all. Just like her, the Hakka People had severed their ties with Eternal Gate for far too long, long enough for all memories to fade away. Otherwise, she would not have pointed us in the right direction despite knowing we were here to destroy Eternal Gate.
I turned my gaze to Jack. "What about you? Do you feel anything?"
Jack nodded silently.
I didn’t ask Fatty, as I felt his coarse nerves would struggle to grasp any subtle sensations.
If this space was indeed behind Eternal Gate, then Eternal Gate must be located between the Winch above us and our point of descent. The specific location was where I saw a hazy light and felt tension on my back. Although I couldn’t see what Eternal Gate looked like, I could certainly sense its presence. Beyond that, I couldn’t imagine anything else that could explain the feeling during my descent.
"Why don’t you ask me?" Fatty broke the silence with dissatisfaction, staring directly at me. Then he continued on his own: "When I fell, I felt a strong wind blowing up from below, which significantly slowed my descent. I adjusted my posture mid-air, spreading my body like a skydiver without an opened parachute, facing down into the wind. Do you know that feeling?"
Fatty paused here, as if waiting for applause or a response from an audience. My position during the fall was face-up; I had tactile sensations but no visual impact, leaving me unable to understand his experience. I could only shrug helplessly and cast an inquiring glance at Jack.
Jack understood the question in my eyes but still frowned at me: "I fell with my legs down and ended up breaking one of my feet."
Jack grinned and pointed at his leg, making a hissing sound as he inhaled sharply.
"And you?" Despite the pain, Jack didn't let up on me.
"I was face down, you know, I was holding Tang Yumo."
"Impressive," "Damn," "Slap."
"Who hit me?! What did I do?"
My gaze shifted between Jack and Fatty. They were both exchanging glances. Then, all three pairs of eyes turned to Tang Yumo. She moved.
Damn it. It was about time that Hakka Girl woke up.
No need to ask; the one who slapped me was Tang Yumo.
What terrible luck. At the most inappropriate moment, she said something that made everyone misunderstand. And I felt there was no way to explain it; any explanation would just be a cover-up.
Tang Yumo's eyes were still filled with confusion and humiliation, clearly outraged by what she heard as soon as she opened her eyes. However, that slap had drained her of all her strength, and it might have aggravated her injuries. Sweat beaded on her forehead, and the flush on her face was hard to tell if it came from embarrassment or pain.
Fatty couldn't hold back his mischievous grin. "Brother Qiang is impressive. Even in that situation, he didn't forget to cause trouble. You could do a lot in a moment like that."
Damn it, Fatty had a mouth that needed slapping. I wanted to jump up and hit him if I could.
But the person who reacted most strongly to Fatty's words was Tang Yumo. She gasped and fainted again.
Furious, I pointed at Fatty and shouted, "Can you shut that filthy mouth of yours for a moment?"
Fatty coughed awkwardly. "You handle your own people."
"Hey, when did she become mine? I’m just using myself as a cushion for her. I may not be a noble person, but I’m definitely not that lewd or despicable. Don't mistake my intentions!"
I then turned my face towards Jack and, through Tang Yumo, spat out, "And you. Why are you acting just as sleazy as that guy? Did you catch something from him?"
Jack looked genuinely apologetic, awkwardly saying, "I'm really sorry. I shouldn't have thought of you that way. But you’re not being clear."
"What? What guy?" Before Jack could finish, Fatty interrupted him forcefully. "I’m still the same old me; don’t keep calling him that. Is it my fault? Who knew she was so easy to tease? Besides, it was you who openly hugged her; who knows what else you did? Did you get handsy or something?"
I felt like I was about to be wronged. I had never really won an argument against Fatty, and now he had me cornered—there was no way to turn this around. Under Fatty's provocation, images flooded my mind of me standing in a crowded subway, reaching out with evil intentions towards someone beside me. I felt like I was sinking into an abyss.
"What? You used her as a cushion? Are you out of your mind?" Fatty finally caught on to my defense and was furious. "We all need to pay respect to Hakka People today, especially because of this Hakka Girl. Not treating her like a cushion is already doing her a favor. You’re just a shoe in comparison."
"Do you want to be like Lei Feng? Do you know how Lei Feng died?" Fatty swallowed hard and continued to berate me.
In an instant, my head felt like it was going to explode; I seized on a flaw in his argument and quickly changed the subject. "What does Lei Feng's death have to do with this? Stop mixing topics."
"Ugh, you're just making yourself confused." Fatty spat out, still relentless. "Comrade Lei Feng said that when dealing with enemies, one must be as cold and ruthless as winter. Do you know what being cold and ruthless means? It means you can be handsy but should never act like a doormat!"
What kind of logic is that? I thought Fatty's words were too profound; Jack looked completely lost and didn’t understand at all.
I made a gesture of respect towards Fatty. "Hey man, can we get back on topic? What did you see when you were falling down? That’s what really matters."
Fatty stared at me for a moment before nodding his round head. "Alright, let's pause this half for now. We'll continue from where we left off later. I'm in great shape today; I can keep going for a while."
I grimaced but had nothing to say, though I couldn't help but grumble internally. How could he not be in good shape? With four people down, he was the only one standing, giving him a clear advantage.
"Did I see something?" Fatty was quite pleased with his current state and seized on any slip of mine.
I replied, "No, you felt the wind."
"Yes, I felt the wind. But I saw something; there's something falling down in front of me."
My throat suddenly went dry, and I made a rough, hoarse sound like a duck. "What is it?"
"Heimanluo."
'Gulp.' A loud swallowing sound echoed in my ears.
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