Chapter 13: The Threat

Three more hours passed, and dawn was about to break. By now, Wang Hu, Song Feng, and the others were truly anxious, cursing furiously in the group chat.

Song Feng: Damn it, Shen Fengxing, you bastard. If you hadn’t let those two out earlier, they’d both be dead by now.

Wang Hu: Shen Fengxing, what the hell are you doing?

Shen Fengxing: I didn’t expect them to suddenly make a run for it. I’ve already sent ghosts after them.

“What now?”

Shen Fengxing: I have an idea. Everyone meet in the classroom.

Zhang Xiaofan frowned—what new trick did Shen Fengxing have up his sleeve?

Lin Rou clung tightly to Zhang Xiaofan’s arm, pouting as she stared at her phone. “Hey, Hu Xiaotian and Jiang Jiawei are in trouble.”

Zhang Xiaofan’s heart skipped a beat. He stood up and said, “Crap, since they can’t find me, they’re going after them.”

Sure enough, moments later, Song Feng sent a message: @Zhang Xiaofan, Hu Xiaotian and Jiang Jiawei are in our hands. If you don’t show up, we’ll kill one of them every five minutes.

Wang Hu: Zhang Xiaofan, if you don’t come out in five minutes, I’ll kill Hu Xiaotian first. They’re your brothers, aren’t they? Haha…

With that, a short video appeared—Wang Hu’s knife pressed against Hu Xiaotian’s throat.

Seeing this, Zhang Xiaofan’s eyes turned red. Hu Xiaotian and Jiang Jiawei had gone against the entire class just to lure him out, and now they were being threatened. He could not bear it.

At once, Zhang Xiaofan jumped down and shouted, “Lin Rou, you don’t need to follow me.”

Lin Rou stomped her foot. “You little brat, how are you going to manage alone?”

She was about to imitate Zhang Xiaofan and jump down as well, but realizing the drop was too high, she had no choice but to climb down from the back.

Halfway there, a voice like a demon’s whisper sounded in Zhang Xiaofan’s ear: “How do you plan to deal with them?”

“Aren’t you in the dormitory?”

“I’ve been watching you all along. You’re my disciple now—how could I let anything happen to you?”

“Hmph. I’m going over there, ready to risk everything.”

“And then both you and your friends die, and your two little girlfriends are killed too?” the demon chided.

“So what should I do?”

“Sigh, you’re really weak. I didn’t want to intervene—the ghost orchestrating this game is clearly targeting me. But it seems I have no choice.”

Zhang Xiaofan was shocked. “So Bao Lei designed this whole game just to lure you out?”

“Mm. Enough talk. Once you reach the classroom, I’ll show you how I’ll handle them.”

With that, the demon’s presence faded. Zhang Xiaofan rushed to the stairwell, where both sides were already lined with students wielding sticks. They glared at him viciously.

“The boss wants you upstairs. Don’t try anything funny, or your friends will die.”

Zhang Xiaofan walked up to find Wang Hu, Song Feng, and Shen Fengxing sitting at the center, while Zhou Jian, Hu Xiaotian, Jiang Jiawei, and Xu Xiaolong were tied to chairs, unable to move.

“Tch. If we’d known you’d give in so easily, we should’ve grabbed these guys sooner,” Wang Hu sneered.

“Wang Hu, if you’ve got the guts, fight me one on one,” Zhang Xiaofan spat.

“Idiot, a duel? You think this is some gangster movie? Damn,” Wang Hu cursed, pulling out a knife and pressing it to Hu Xiaotian’s neck. “Tell us where Su Qianqian is, and we’ll let you go. Otherwise, you all die!”

Just as Zhang Xiaofan was about to demand they release his friends first, a lackey shouted excitedly from afar, “Hey, Su Qianqian! Su Qianqian is here!”

Looking toward the balcony where the lackey pointed, they saw Su Qianqian approaching at a measured pace. Zhang Xiaofan instinctively wanted to urge her to run, but then he suddenly noticed the ancient mirror hanging from her chest.

“Demon…” Zhang Xiaofan murmured.

“Haha, Su Qianqian’s as much a fool as you. Let’s kill them all and save ourselves trouble,” Wang Hu waved his hand, ready to kill Hu Xiaotian.

At that moment, Su Qianqian leaped into the air. A chilling power swept through the classroom, as if everything had frozen solid. No one could move a muscle.

“Damn—Su Qianqian… she’s… this strong…” Wang Hu’s eyes widened in disbelief.

But Zhang Xiaofan knew this wasn’t Su Qianqian’s own power, but the demon possessing her.

“Die,” Su Qianqian said coldly.

With a wave of her hand, a blade-like force of icy energy slashed out, striking terror into everyone’s hearts. If those blades hit, they would surely die.

Ding!

Bao Lei: These are my classmates—no mass killing allowed.

Boom…

A powerful force exploded in the classroom. Everyone groaned and fell unconscious.

When Zhang Xiaofan woke, it was already daylight. He lay in the dormitory, opening his eyes to see Hu Xiaotian and Jiang Jiawei nearby.

“Where’s Su Qianqian? Is she okay?” Zhang Xiaofan immediately sat up, grabbing Hu Xiaotian by the collar.

“Let go, let go,” Hu Xiaotian pulled away. “Relax. Su Qianqian just posted in the group—she’s fine, in her dorm.”

“What happened? How did we get back to the dorm?” Zhang Xiaofan asked in confusion.

Jiang Jiawei and Hu Xiaotian shook their heads in unison.

Ding!

Bao Lei: Classmates, congratulations on surviving a fun night! I have good news and bad news. The good news is, despite such powerful forces at play last night, you’re all unharmed—surprised, aren’t you? The bad news is, you all failed your tasks. Su Qianqian is still alive, so the red envelope game continues.

Also, I discovered last night that students from other classes joined our game. That’s great—it means everyone loves to play! Since that’s the case, I’ll invite them in.

The next moment, the group was suddenly filled with forty or fifty new people.

Zhu Kai: Damn, what’s going on? Song Feng, isn’t this your class?

Chen Delong: @Wang Hu, Tiger, who added us here?

Wang Hu: It’s complicated. Our class has had a lot of deaths lately—all because of this red envelope group.

Chen Delong: No way.

Zhu Kai: Wang Hu, are you high and hallucinating? Red envelope group murder case? Are you auditioning for Detective Conan? Song Feng, you tell us what’s going on.

Zhu Kai was a notorious school bully—everyone on campus knew him. Even the off-campus thugs gave him respect, so no one usually dared provoke him, which explained his arrogance in the group chat.

Wang Hu: Believe it or not.

Ding!

Bao Lei: Alright, it looks like everyone’s getting acquainted. Next, I’ll be sending a red envelope with a hundred thousand yuan.

Zhu Kai: Damn, who are you, girl? A hundred thousand? Do you even know WeChat’s transfer limit?

Song Feng: Brother Zhu, don’t get mad. There’s something I’ll explain to you later.

Zhu Kai: Fine, since you say so, I’ll see what tricks you’re up to.

Bao Lei: Whoever snatches the hundred thousand yuan will automatically use it to purchase a powerful physique. How strong, you ask? Well, that’s a secret—but I promise, it’s worth every penny. After training, you’ll become the absolute overlord of your class.

Alright, the red envelope will be sent out now. You have one minute to get ready… Go!