Chapter 29: Seeking the Target for Murder

One by one, the classmates in the group logged off. There was no need to ask—they had all begun carrying out their murderous assignments.

Jiang Caiwei’s hands trembled uncontrollably as he shook his head. “It’s over. They want us to be killers.”

Zhang Xiaofan took a long gulp of water, pulled a folding knife from his bag, and said coldly, “Find a villain to kill. It’ll ease the psychological burden a little.”

With that, he strode out. At that moment, a thrill surged within him—the intoxicating urge to kill.

Just as he reached the dorm entrance downstairs, he received a message.

Su Qianqian: Xiaofan, are you alright?

Zhang Xiaofan: I’m fine. What about you? What will you do now?

Su Qianqian: I don’t want to kill anyone. What should I do?

Yesterday, Su Qianqian had seen him with Lin Rou, out together all afternoon. Zhang Xiaofan knew he had hurt her. From the subtle clues, it was clear Su Qianqian cared for him, yet he had foolishly chosen Lin Rou instead.

Thinking of this, Zhang Xiaofan was filled with resentment. Lin Rou—henceforth, we are strangers.

He comforted Su Qianqian: “The truth is, there’s no way out without killing. I have an idea. Do you trust me?”

Su Qianqian: Yes.

Zhang Xiaofan: Good. I’ll contact you soon. Wait for me.

Just as he was about to hang up, Lin Rou sent a message: Xiaofan, I’m sorry.

Zhang Xiaofan sneered. Sorry? Sorry, my foot. Yesterday, when Song Feng insulted me, you didn’t even defend me. Isn’t it just because I lack money and power? Now you remember me—too late!

He switched off his phone, ignoring the message entirely.

Then he made his way to the bicycle shed, dialing Chen Jing.

“Hello,” came Chen Jing’s coquettish voice.

“Is it convenient to talk?”

“Just now I invited a freshman brat to my room, killed him, so now it’s convenient,” Chen Jing said blandly.

The sound of a lighter came through the phone; evidently, Chen Jing was smoking after her kill.

“Ha, you’re fast.”

“No choice. I’m afraid if I’m late, that red envelope group will kill me instead.”

“Alright, I’ll get straight to the point. Do you know any drug dealers?” Zhang Xiaofan was aware of Chen Jing’s chaotic private life. Rumor had it that before hooking up with Song Feng, she had mingled with various gang bosses, so he assumed she’d have connections.

“Xiaofan, are you crazy? You want to take on the gangs?”

“Cut the nonsense. I know you do.”

“Fine, since you have dirt on me, I’ll introduce you. But if you die, don’t drag me down. And let me remind you—they have guns!”

“Hurry up. I’m waiting at the school gate.”

While waiting, two furtive students caught Zhang Xiaofan’s attention. They were supporting a girl, quickly hustling her into a business van. The girl looked like a freshman and seemed unconscious.

At that moment, Chen Jing drove up in the car Song Feng had bought her. Zhang Xiaofan jumped in. The seat smelled sweet—he frowned, confirming Chen Jing’s seductive reputation.

“Xiaofan, I didn’t expect you to be so bold, daring to mess with those bosses. Let me tell you, those men are ruthless killers,” Chen Jing said, cigarette in hand.

Zhang Xiaofan pointed at the van ahead. “I just saw two men force a girl into that vehicle. What’s going on?”

Chen Jing glanced over and snorted, “Oh, them—the Fire Dragon Gang. Famous around here. They drug girls and drag them to their club, forcing them into prostitution.”

She took a deep drag. “When I first came here, they tried to get me too. But I advise you not to provoke them, they—”

“Drive. Follow them,” Zhang Xiaofan ordered.

“Maniac…”

Chen Jing muttered, but drove off, steadily tailing the van.

While tracking the vehicle, Zhang Xiaofan used the five hundred ghost coins he had snatched to redeem another five percent of the Fire Body trait. Now, his Fire Body trait was ninety percent transformed.

He then spent fifty ghost coins on a bottle of scarless ointment, just in case he got injured and needed treatment.

Suddenly, Chen Jing felt the heat radiating from Zhang Xiaofan. She glanced at him. “No wonder you’re so confident—you’ve exchanged for a special body trait.”

“Where did your red envelope go?” Zhang Xiaofan asked.

Chen Jing smiled, saying nothing.

Soon, the van stopped outside a club. It was broad daylight; the club wasn’t open, few people lingered nearby. A middle-aged man got out first, checked for witnesses, then he and his companion carried the unconscious girl inside.

In a shadowed corner, Zhang Xiaofan and Chen Jing got out.

“Go in. I’ll wait for you, but only for an hour. If you’re not out by then, it means you’re dead,” Chen Jing said.

Zhang Xiaofan didn’t waste words. He put on a mask and strode forward.

Chen Jing watched his retreating figure, muttering, “Definitely a lunatic. But suddenly, I think the kid’s pretty impressive—better than those bastards Song Feng and Han Dahai!”

She licked her lips, her tongue flicking out like a serpent’s, barely audible, “Just fused my trait—the tongue still feels awkward…”

Since it was daytime, no one guarded the club entrance. Inside, a man smoking a cigarette approached. “Hey, kid. Who are you? Why the mask? What are you here for?”

“I’m here to buy powder from Brother Yun,” Zhang Xiaofan replied with a smile.

“Get lost. We don’t serve strangers.”

Zhang Xiaofan nodded, then struck suddenly. Using the martial technique Zhou Jian had given him, he subdued the man swiftly, clamping his mouth and squeezing his throat. He threatened, “Now. Take me to your boss, or tomorrow will be your death day. I won’t repeat myself. If you shout, I promise you’ll die.”

The man, nearly suffocated, blinked desperately in agreement.

Zhang Xiaofan released him and punched him hard. “Lead the way.”

The man, groggy, was bewildered. How could a student who looked so frail possess such overwhelming strength?

Zhang Xiaofan flexed his fist. The technique he’d learned harnessed mental power, its might undeniable. This was among the reasons he dared come—if he relied solely on the Fire Body trait, he wouldn’t have risked it.

On the third floor, the man pushed open a door. “Boss, someone’s here to see you.”