Chapter 30: Unleashing Devastation on All Sides

The room was dimly lit, with intoxicating music playing and smoke swirling everywhere—it was hard to see ahead without squinting. Beneath the music, there were terrified screams from several women, mingled with the wild laughter of a group of men.

Zhang Xiaofan frowned. Activating his right eye, he finally saw clearly: apart from the girl who had been captured earlier, there were several other girls bound here as well. All of them were curled up, naked and humiliated, tied to pillars and subjected to the men’s cruel amusement.

Zhang Xiaofan noticed that besides the obvious thugs, there were several well-dressed men present—faces he recognized from television. They were prominent business tycoons, and even one government official was among them. In this moment, none of them wore their usual mask of refinement. Instead, their true natures were revealed as they committed unspeakable acts against the helpless girls. In one corner, a girl who had already been strangled to death was still being cursed by a bald, elderly man.

“Hey, who are you?” The man sitting in the boss’s chair was Brother Yun, the leader of the Fire Dragon Gang. He was shirtless, his body covered in tattoos. He pointed at the man who had brought Zhang Xiaofan in and cursed, “What the hell are you doing?”

At his words, several bodyguards began to close in. The man who had brought Zhang Xiaofan shouted, “Boss, this guy—”

Before he could finish, Zhang Xiaofan’s folding knife sliced open his throat. Coldly, Zhang Xiaofan announced, “Tonight, all of you die.”

With a roar, his entire right arm burst into flames. He charged at the men, fire licking from his hand, the searing heat instantly igniting everything he touched. For others, the fire would have been unbearable, but Zhang Xiaofan felt nothing.

Chaos erupted as fire swallowed the room. People screamed in terror, the business moguls scrambling for escape. Grabbing a bottle of liquor—its contents highly flammable—Zhang Xiaofan hurled it into the inferno, where it exploded in flames and glass. Those trying to flee crashed to the ground, their bodies covered in shards.

“You scum—all of you deserve to die.” As he spoke, Zhang Xiaofan’s right eye swirled with an ominous vortex, releasing a surge of psychic power so intense even he hadn’t expected it. In that instant, everyone seemed to fall under a spell, faces frozen in terror.

“Dammit, who the hell are you?” Brother Yun roared, whipping out a pistol and firing.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

“This heat should be enough to melt bullets…” Zhang Xiaofan muttered. Without hesitation, he raised his arm, and the bullets dissolved in the searing air before they could reach him.

Witnessing this, everyone trembled violently. Brother Yun screamed, “All of you, get him! Whoever kills him gets a million!”

“You still won’t cry until you see your coffin.” With a cold snort, Zhang Xiaofan strode forward, flames erupting from his hand toward Brother Yun.

It drained him greatly, but even as his spiritual strength waned, more flowed from his right eye, an unending surge. Soon, the fire raged through the room; most of the people had collapsed unconscious. Zhang Xiaofan drew the flames back into himself, then called Su Qianqian to come at once.

He glanced at the unconscious girls on the floor—five in all—and quickly dragged them outside. Shortly after, Su Qianqian arrived alone.

“Xiaofan, why is Chen Jing outside too?” she asked.

Zhang Xiaofan explained briefly, then gestured to the unconscious men inside. “These people are all scum. Pick any one you like and kill them.”

Su Qianqian hesitated, glancing at the wreckage. But with Zhang Xiaofan’s encouragement, she finally stabbed one of the unconscious men to death.

“Go on, this vile place shouldn’t exist in the world,” Zhang Xiaofan said.

Once Su Qianqian had left, Zhang Xiaofan set the place ablaze. The next morning, when he awoke, the news on his phone reported a sudden fire at the club—only five young women survived and escaped…

At school, everyone looked pale and uneasy. After all, it was their first time killing someone, and the horror lingered.

Hu Xiaotian shook with fear. “Xiaofan, last night I killed a lunatic. Now I’m a murderer.”

“There was no other way, Hu Xiaotian. Don’t blame yourself.” Zhang Xiaofan himself wasn’t sure how to comfort him and could only offer a few words.

Jiang Jiewei hadn’t returned to the dorm all night; when he finally came back, his hands and face were covered in blood. Zhang Xiaofan didn’t ask.

Scanning the classroom, Zhang Xiaofan noticed only Wang Hu, Song Feng, Chen Jing, and Murong Feng seemed unaffected. Surprisingly, Lin Rou entered as well, looking exhausted, dark circles under her eyes betraying a sleepless night.

Lin Rou glanced at Zhang Xiaofan and smiled, but he turned away coldly, which surprised her. She bit her lip, as if wanting to say something, but fell silent.

Once everyone was present, Bao Lei finally sent a message.

Bao Lei: Excellent. You’ve all completed your killing assignments; you have great potential.

Now for your rewards: one thousand red envelopes for each kill.

Sun Yang: The envelopes have been sent. Please check and collect them.

“Damn, a thousand for each kill? If I’d known, I’d have killed more.”

“Hell, I wanted to buy a golden blade but was five thousand short—should have killed four more people.”

“Damn it, they never told us in advance.”

Complaints echoed throughout the room, even Wang Hu and Murong Feng frowned, clearly unsettled by the outcome.

Zhang Xiaofan checked his phone and smiled. He hadn’t expected the rules of this killing game to be like this. There had been over twenty people in that club last night—which meant he’d collected over twenty thousand in nether currency.

Excited, he claimed his red envelope, and sure enough, 26,000 had been credited.

Now, his balance stood at 26,080! If he spent it all on enhancing his living body constitution, he could fully transform himself and still have more than six thousand left.

He took a deep breath and refrained from redeeming it on the spot; the transformation would be too conspicuous in the classroom.

Chen Jing glanced thoughtfully at Zhang Xiaofan, remembering just how many people he had killed.

Bao Lei: All right, the punishment game is over. Continue with your previous assignments.

Those who drew a number ending in one, capture three red-clad female ghosts.

Those who drew a number ending in two, steal three highly decomposed corpses and bring them to the hill behind the school.

Those who drew a number ending in three, go to the Xitian Hotel and catch a ghost.

Those who drew a number ending in four...