105: Shadows beneath the skin

Yang Yu, in her high heels, walked step by step towards Han Fei's stall, her steps making crisp, orderly sounds on the ground.

A gentle breeze ruffled her skirt, but it couldn't hide the subtle, stern aura she exuded.

Her delicate face and sharp, eagle-like eyes carried an imposing, scrutinizing gaze as she slowly scanned every detail of the stall.

"Why are you setting up a stall here?!"

Yang Yu's voice contained an undeniable authority, and the air around them seemed to solidify with her words.

Han Fei smiled faintly, calmly pointing to a business license hanging nearby.

Yang Yu's eyes instantly turned icy, her questioning tone sharp and unignorable: "Business license?! Who approved it for you?!"

A hint of defiance flashed in Han Fei's eyes; his voice was calm, yet every word was forceful, "For something like this, you should ask the Dean, not me."

"Is that how you speak to me?"

Facing the threat in Yang Yu's gaze, Han Fei not only didn't back down but retorted with a sharp edge, "If you're not planning to buy anything, please step aside and don't interrupt my business."

Yang Yu stared coldly at Han Fei, and Han Fei met her gaze without fear.

The standoff between them seemed to freeze the surrounding air; where their gazes met, invisible sparks seemed to collide silently.

Long Feihe, seeing this, quickly stepped in to mediate: "Professor Yang, this gentleman has a permit and is allowed by the school to set up a stall here. Please don't disturb him."

Other students might fear Yang Yu, but Long Feihe did not.

After all, he was a One-Star Gourmet Hunter and came from a prominent family, whose background and status meant he had no reason to fear anyone in the Academy.

Cen Fei was the same; as the Dean's daughter and a D-Rank Expert, she had even less reason to fear Yang Yu.

She spoke unceremoniously, "Professor Yang, if you have nothing to do, please leave quickly and don't disturb our meal."

However, to the astonishment of Cen Fei and the other two, Yang Yu suddenly said, "Give me a chicken cutlet rice."

Han Fei's eyes narrowed, a flicker of suspicion in his deep gaze, not understanding the hidden intention behind her action.

A barely perceptible cold sneer played on his lips as he, with a chilly tone, quoted a shocking price: "Fifty thousand yuan for one portion."

Faced with this almost exorbitant demand, Yang Yu didn't hesitate for a moment, immediately scanning her phone to complete the payment.

Witnessing this, a hint of surprise and contemplation flashed in Han Fei's eyes.

But he still turned and diligently stir-fried a chicken cutlet rice for her.

Soon, the steaming hot chicken cutlet rice was placed before Yang Yu.

She gently picked up the exquisite porcelain plate and carefully examined it.

Then, she cautiously used her chopsticks to pick up a piece of golden, crispy chicken cutlet, gently placed it in her mouth, closed her eyes, and savored it.

Long Feihe, watching this, was instantly stunned.

One had to know that as an Advanced Professor at the Gourmet Academy, Yang Yu's pickiness about food was almost to the point of beingharsh.

Let alone a street stall like this, she might not even taste the heartfelt creation of a Three-Star Gourmet Hunter.

But now, she was actually actively trying this street snack, something she would normally never glance at, and even showed an expression of enjoyment.

This was truly too hard for Long Feihe to believe.

The moment Yang Yu swallowed the chicken, Han Fei's pupils constricted sharply.

"She... how is that possible?!"

Feeling those incredibly familiar killing experiences in his mind, those extremely cruel killing methods.

A name Han Fei would never forget appeared in his mind.

Master Shang Shan.

The culinary Great Master who enjoyed a high reputation in the gourmet world but had been mysteriously missing for a long time.

"No mistake, these killing methods are exactly the same as Master Shang Shan's!"

Han Fei's heart was in turmoil, but his face remained calm, without the slightest hint of abnormality.

"Who exactly is she? Is she Master Shang Shan? Or is it..."

Han Fei's mind raced, and in a short moment, he thought of countless possibilities.

This was thanks to the improved thinking ability brought by the Wisdom Fruit, allowing him to ponder problems several times faster than ordinary people.

Soon, Han Fei had an answer in his mind.

"Is Master Shang Shan being impersonated by this woman? No, it's very likely this woman is also being impersonated."

"Who exactly is this person? Why impersonate Master Shang Shan?"

"I've encountered her twice; is this a coincidence?"

"Or are they targeting me?"

"Because... of the child of prophecy's identity?!"

The more Han Fei thought, the more nervous he became, but he didn't feel a great sense of crisis.

After all, at this moment, both Luna Fairy Spirit and the Dragon God were constantly watching him.

Unless this woman possessed S-Rank strength, it would be almost impossible for her to threaten his life.

"Truly delicious—"

Just as Han Fei was lost in thought, Yang Yu's praise pulled him back to reality.

"Glad you like it," Han Fei replied with a smile.

"How exactly do you make it so delicious? Can you tell me?" Yang Yu's face showed a strange smile.

"Sorry, this is my exclusive secret recipe, not for external transmission," Han Fei said lightly.

"Heh heh, not for external transmission, is that right?" Yang Yu's lips curled into a frightening cold smile, "Exclusive secret recipe... truly enviable."

Han Fei's eyes narrowed, not understanding what she meant by that.

However, Yang Yu suddenly turned and left, leaving Han Fei with an inscrutable back.

Once Yang Yu's figure completely disappeared from sight, Wang Ye and the others, who had been watching from a distance, cautiously took steps and gradually gathered around the food truck.

Cen Fei's gaze was as cold as ice as she lightly swept over Wang Ye, "You ran quite fast just now."

Wang Ye awkwardly scratched the back of his head, a blush of embarrassment appearing on his face.

"Professor Yang is too scary. I'm not like you, Young Miss. If she targeted me, I might not be able to graduate."

Cen Fei snorted lightly and no longer dwelt on the matter.

Although she wasn't usually at the Academy, she had long heard about Professor Yang Yu's authority and influence there.

If Professor Yang Yu didn't want someone to graduate, even if Cen Fei, the Dean's daughter, personally intervened, it would be difficult to change the outcome.

Just as the atmosphere became a little heavy, a loud and expectant voice broke the silence.

"Boss, are you still selling chicken cutlet rice?"

A female student raised her hand and asked.

Then many people chimed in.

"Boss, I want another portion."

"Me too."

Many of them had not yet tasted Han Fei's chicken cutlet rice.

Upon hearing this, Han Fei's lips curved into a warm and cheerful smile, "Of course I'm selling. As long as you want to eat, you're always welcome."

He had only sold over sixty portions of his dishes and hadn't completed his mission yet.

Instantly, these hungry students seemed to receive a signal and rushed towards the food truck, vying with each other.

The surging crowd made the already narrow path even more congested... Meanwhile, in the Gourmet Academy office building.

The stairwell was quiet and dim, with lights casting mottled shadows in the long corridor.

Yang Yu's steps were heavy, each one echoing.

When she pushed open the door and entered her office, an extremely complex emotion surged in her deep pupils, finally solidifying into an indescribable distortion.

"Damn bug, you dare to appear before me again!"

"I will kill you! Kill you! I must kill you!"

"I will torture you and make you regret ever coming into this world!"

As her emotions spiraled out of control, Yang Yu's fingertips began to twitch uncontrollably.

They seemed to have a will of their own, transforming into sharp blades, pouncing towards her delicate face.

The friction of nails against skin made an unsettling sound.

Blood drops, accompanied by painful screams, fell one by one, blooming into gruesome red flowers.

Her face gradually became bloody and disfigured under her fingertips.

Pain and hatred intertwined in her heart, giving rise to an almost insane power that pushed her to dig her fingers deep into her flesh, tearing at it until pale bones were exposed, looking exceptionally horrifying.

"The pain you gave me, the humiliation you made me endure, I will make you repay it a thousand, ten thousand times over!"

Her voice was sharp and distorted, like a whisper from the abyss, full of despair and rage.

The air in the entire room seemed to be congealed by this emotion, and the temperature plummeted.

A chilling aura permeated everywhere, like some terrifying entity quietly gestating in this void, about to break out of its shell.

However, just as this fury was about to break free from the shackles of reason, a look of terror flashed in Yang Yu's eyes, as if waking from a nightmare.

"No, I can't..."

"Lord Arrogance will kill me!"

"I cannot, cannot kill that bug."

"Cannot..."

Fear mixed with Yang Yu's murmurs.

Her body trembled violently.

At the same time, an incredible scene unfolded.

The blood and minced flesh scattered on the ground, as if pulled by an invisible force, slowly ascended against the river of time, returning to her scarred face.

Soon, Yang Yu's face was as if all scars had been erased by magic, restoring its former smoothness and perfection, as if everything just now was merely an illusion.

"I can't kill that bug yet!"

"I must complete the mission first."

"Mission priority, mission priority..."

"My reason for living is to complete the mission..."

She stood before the mirror, gazing at herself in the reflection, repeating it over and over, as if constantly reinforcing her resolve in this way, allowing reason to completely suppress the surging brutality.

"After the mission is completed..."

"Once the mission is completed..."

"Immediately..."

"Immediately..."

"Kill that bug!"

"I'm going to stomp his head..."

"I'm going to stuff his internal organs into his mouth..."

"I'm going to make him eat his own brain..."

"Torture him! Kill him!"

"Take away all his abilities!"

"Make him a useless waste!"

"That damned bug!"

"Truly damned!"

...Yang Yu's sharp roar.

The intensity of the sound was so great that the sturdy walls around her could not bear the strain, subtly revealing tiny cracks, as if the building itself trembled with this rage.

But strangely, such a loud and piercing sound did not escape the room at all.

Even if someone occasionally passed by outside the door, no one noticed anything unusual.

Just then, Yang Yu's phone rang, the ringtone particularly jarring in the dead silent space.

She slowly picked up her phone, her gaze as cold as ice.

The screen showed a message from the Vice Dean: "Come to my room, darling."

Seeing this message, Yang Yu's expression suddenly hardened, and Killing Intent surged in her eyes.

"This scoundrel!"

As she gnashed her teeth, a crisp sound came from between them—the sound of teeth being crushed.

Thinking of what was about to happen, Yang Yu wished she could immediately chop the other party into mincemeat, making him taste the most desperate despair in the world.

But just as she was about to lose control, the image of Sin of Pride flashed through Yang Yu's mind.

"Lord Arrogance..."

Recalling that existence that absolutely could not be provoked, Yang Yu's body shivered involuntarily, and reason and cold reality instantly pulled her back from the brink of anger.

"No..."

"Cannot be impulsive..."

She gently warned herself.

"Calm... I must be calm..."

"The mission is important."

"I must complete the mission..."

"I am Lord Arrogance's dog..."

"As long as I can complete the mission, I can do anything..."

She repeated these words over and over, as if casting a spell on herself, trying to suppress the surging emotions in her heart.

Gradually, the Killing Intent in her eyes faded, and then a fawning smile appeared on her face.

"As long as I can complete the mission, I can do anything..."

After one last self-brainwashing, Yang Yu got up and went to the Vice Dean's office.

"Darling, you're here?"

The Vice Dean's voice was a bit greasy; his head was slightly balding, but this didn't stop him from enthusiastically opening his arms, pulling Yang Yu into a hug, and leaving a nauseating kiss on her cheek.

The Killing Intent surging in Yang Yu's heart almost broke through the dam of reason, but she forced herself to sit on the Vice Dean's lap, wrapping her arms around his neck, displaying a submissive demeanor.

After a series of intimate gestures, the Vice Dean showed a wicked smile, "The one I told you to wear yesterday, you wore it, right?"

Yang Yu took a deep breath and replied in a voice that made one's bones tingle, "I wore it, you old pervert."

Then she deliberately provoked him with a flirtatious tone, "Do you want to see?"

The Vice Dean chuckled, "Not yet, let's do something else first."

Then he stood up and looked down at Yang Yu... An hour later.

Yang Yu emerged from the Vice Dean's office, her clothes disheveled.

"Damn bug..."

"I will kill you! Kill you!"

Under her chilling Killing Intent, the temperature of the entire Academy dropped by several degrees.

Han Fei, still making chicken cutlet rice, looked distantly towards the depths of the Academy.

"Such strong Killing Intent; is That Person planning to butcher the entire Academy?"