𝔙𝔦𝔠𝔱𝔬𝔯 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔍𝔲𝔡𝔤𝔢 - Countryhumans.

11. 𝔐𝔢𝔡𝔡𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤 (part 2)

Fengtian looked at the rusty bars before him, it was a miracle that the IJA even allowed him to come down into this shit dungeon. "Umm." Ma questionably hummed. "Dude, what the fuck are we doing down here...?" Ma asked. Fengtian didn't turn to look at Ma. "Here to meet a old relative for a favor..." Fengtian answered, before proceeding to kick the bars. "Wake up." Fengtians voice echoed into the cell. A quiet, but muffled groan comes out from the darkness. "...Can't let a old man, rest now can you?" The man from the darkness complains, two yellow hands hanging from the spaces between the cell bars. "Who are you?" The man asks. "Fengtian." Fengtian responded. "Ooh! Beiyang! How are you?" The man from the other side greeted. "For the last time, my names Fengtian." Fengtian groaned. The man from the shadows of the cell chuckled, a low, raspy laugh that echoed through the dungeon. "Ah, right... Fengtian. Got a lot more feisty than when I last saw you, eh?" he taunted, the corners of his mouth curling into a sly smile as his hands gripped tightly onto the cell bars. "Fengtian, who is this fossil?" Ma asked. The man seemed to gasp. "How dare this peasant not know the former emperor! the youth these days..." The man groaned. "...Former emperor?- wait you mean-"

Qing glanced at the two, the former heavenly emperor not looking so heavenly anymore. Ma immediately kneels on one of his knees, while Fengtian remains indifferent. Qing's eyes flicker with a hint of amusement as he watches Ma kneel before him, while Fengtian remains nonchalant. The former emperor chuckles, a mixture of arrogance and a hint of sadness in his voice. "Correct, you ignorant little whelp. I am the former emperor of Qing," he proclaims, his pride still clinging to him despite his current circumstances. "Now nothing more than a prisoner of the Imperial Japanese Army." Fengtian added, clearly annoyed by Qing's arrogance. The former emperor's eyes seemed to darken at being reminded of his current status. He grumbled, the arrogance shifting to bitter resentment. "Yes, yes... a prisoner of those damned Japanese," he admitted, his voice filled with venom. "But once a celestial emperor, always a celestial emperor!" Qing proclaimed.

"More like Celibate Prisoner." Fengtian responded back, Ma quickly elbowed his leg. "Dude! this is the former Emperor, have some respect!" Ma argued, only making Fengtian groan in response. Qing's eyes narrowed at Fengtian's insolent remark. His face contorted into a mixture of embarrassment and anger, a rare display of emotion. "You... you insolent little-" he began, but Ma's intervention stopped him. The young man's respectful attitude only served to irk him more. "That's right!" he roared back at Fengtian. "I am the former emperor of the Great Qing! You should show me the respect that I deserve!" Fengtian scoffed. "Enough smalltalk, lets get to business, shall we?" Fengtian asked. Qing's expression shifted from anger to curiosity. "Hmmph, straight to business, you say?" he grumbled, still not entirely pleased but intrigued by the change in topic. "Very well, go on then. What business do you have that justifies this... unexpected visit in this horrid place?"  Qing asked.

Fengtian pushed his torch inside the cell, lighting up the horrid and disgusting cell... a pile of stolen items, and goods hidden at the back. "I need something you stole." Fengtian explained. As the torchlight illuminated the cluttered cell, the stolen items and goods were revealed. It was a chaotic mess, filled with items of various kinds. The former emperor, however, seemed undisturbed by the sight. "Well, well, well," he chuckled, a sly smile on his face. "You want something that I've stolen, eh? And what makes you think I'll just hand it over, huh?"  Qing inquired. Fengtian sighed, reaching for the pocket inside his brown cloak, Qing was about to raise a brow, but his curiosity was immediately answered, as Fengtian pulled out a bag wrapped in plastic. "Opium." That was the single word Fengtian uttered. Almost instinctively, Qing reached out for the bag, but Fengtian pulled the bag away. "No." Fengtian paused, continuing. "You give me the thing I'm looking for, then you get this." Qing's eyes widened as Fengtian revealed the bag of opium. For a moment, his hand instinctively reached out, craving the drug. But Fengtian's demand made him halt, realizing the condition for the drug. "The thing you're looking for, you say?" he repeated, a hint of curiosity in his tone despite his frustration. "And just what exactly is this thing you want, hm?"