101: Chapter 101 Murderer and Monster

Chapter 101: Killer and Monster

Outside the car window.

Crowds flowed like a river, and neon signs flickered endlessly.

The North Point night market under the cover of night became dazzling and colorful once again.

Several punk youths wearing bizarre outfits stood by the street, smoking and shouting loudly, looking quite imposing.

Those were thugs belonging to the Three Wolves Gang.

Gazing at their non-mainstream figures, Fang Cheng thought silently:

"Sorry, you'll have to take the blame for this."

Rushing to Linggang District today to scout around.

The original intention was to find an opportunity, just to get rid of that scum Sang Biao first.

As a result, he happened to run into people from the Three Wolves Gang and the Red Tiger Gang negotiating terms in a sauna club.

Discovering this rare opportunity, Fang Cheng seized the chance to fan the flames and add fuel to the fire, simply taking care of Sang Biao openly and flagrantly.

And so.

That Flower-Armed Man who recognized his face became an inside mole bought off by the Three Wolves Gang, a turncoat.

Fang Cheng's identity also transformed overnight, becoming a gold-medal hitman hired by the Three Wolves Gang.

Every debt has its debtor, every grievance its source.

How the Red Tiger Gang acts hereafter, he believed they would make a wise choice.

If vicious dogs could be made to tear into each other, he could comfortably sit back and watch the show.

"Sir, are we stopping here?"

While his thoughts were racing, the taxi had already passed through the narrow street and stopped by the flowerbed in front of the Tubular Building.

Hearing this, Fang Cheng immediately replied to the driver: "Yes."

He then paid the fare, shouldered his messenger bag, and got out of the car.

His current image was just like an ordinary office worker.

No one could ever guess.

Just half an hour ago, he had used a knife to slash open a person's throat, taking a human life with his own hands.

Lifting his head, he glanced at the Tubular Building alternating between light and shadow, listening to the familiar various noises.

Fang Cheng walked quickly into the stairwell.

Then, following the dim stairs lacking lightbulbs, he went all the way up to the ninth floor.

When he took out his keys from his bag and looked toward his front door.

He saw a small figure squatting at the doorway instead.

The temperature was a bit low at night, and the girl's body was curled up into a ball, hugging her knees with both hands, her mouth constantly exhaling white mist.

"Wen Xin, why are you squatting here?"

Hearing Fang Cheng's voice asking.

The girl's eyes instantly lit up, and she raised her head and shouted happily:

"Brother Fang Cheng!"

Seeing that she was still wearing the woolen dress from her birthday, which looked a bit dirty on the surface.

Fang Cheng couldn't help frowning:

"Where is your mom? Did she go out and leave you alone again?"

Wen Xin shook her head, then picked up a small cardboard box that had been placed on the ground with both hands and handed it to him.

"What is this?"

Fang Cheng's eyes revealed a look of surprise.

"Take a guess."

Wen Xin pursed the corners of her mouth, seemingly trying her best to hold back a smile.

Fang Cheng sniffed with the tip of his nose, clearly smelling a scent of cream and essence.

Instantly understanding what it was, he deliberately feigned ignorance and asked her curiously:

"Is it an apple?"

"No."

"Then it's an orange."

"Not that either."

"I know, there's a little mouse hidden inside."

Fang Cheng finally put on a look of sudden realization and said in a very certain tone.

Wen Xin instantly couldn't help laughing: "How could it be a little mouse?"

Afterwards, she couldn't wait to announce the answer:

"It's a cake I learned to make from Sister Zhou. I succeeded in making it for the first time today, so I wanted to give it to you specially."

Fang Cheng didn't take it right away, opening the door first:

"It's cold outside, let's talk inside the house."

The lights turned on, reflecting the clean floor of the living room and neatly arranged furniture.

"Brother Fang Cheng, your house is so clean."

Wen Xin poked her head in with some curiosity and looked around.

Seeing that she was too shy to step in, Fang Cheng smiled and handed over a pair of women's slippers.

Wen Xin walked into the room and placed the cardboard box she was holding onto the table.

Then she carefully lifted the box lid, revealing a mini cream cake placed inside.

The cake was made very exquisitely, with some breadcrumbs and powdered sugar sprinkled on top.

Seeing Wen Xin looking at him full of anticipation, Fang Cheng took it, opened his mouth, and took a bite.

After tasting it carefully and thoroughly, he praised:

"Very delicious, practically almost the same as the ones sold in cake shops."

Hearing this, Wen Xin's eyes instantly turned into curved crescents.

Cupping her cheeks with both hands, she gazed intently at Fang Cheng, seeming even happier than if she were eating the cake herself.

Fang Cheng also returned a smile, calmly enjoying this small token of affection from the girl.

When he saw that the skin on Wen Xin's fingers was as smooth as new, he couldn't help thinking of the frostbite ointment he bought earlier.

Due to having a lot of things to do these past few days, he had actually forgotten about it.

So he asked: "Wen Xin, did the frostbite on your hands heal so fast?"

"I'm not sure either."

Wen Xin blinked her eyes, looking at her own hands:

"I just thought in my heart for the frostbite to get better quickly, so I could do more work, and then it really disappeared."

Listening to this innocent childlike remark, Fang Cheng couldn't help laughing and saying:

"So magical? It seems you have supernatural powers."

"Yeah."

Wen Xin nodded seriously: "Sister Zhou also praised me for being deft and nimble, learning to make things very quickly. She even said that when she opens a shop in the future, she wants to invite me over to help!"

The two sat at the table and just chatted idly for a few sentences.

Wen Xin suddenly remembered something, then stood up to say goodbye, ran to the door, and put her shoes back on.

"My mom is getting off work soon. I need to leave the lights on at home and wait for her to come back."

Seeing this, Fang Cheng worried that the stairs were too dark and difficult to walk, so he personally escorted her to the basement.

Only then did he go back upstairs, push open the door, and return home.

Looking at the half-eaten cake remaining on the table, the corners of his mouth couldn't help curling up slightly.

Then he turned on the television, continued to slowly eat the cake bite by bite, and watched the eight o'clock soap opera.

The joys, sorrows, separations, reunions, and mortal fireworks portrayed in TV dramas used to feel somewhat distant and unreal.

But now those characters felt clear and familiar, very much like the people around him, or perhaps himself.

Even if his feet were already deep in the mire, he would still scatter a seed called hope within the mud.

Looking forward to the day when it could bloom into vibrant flowers.

Thinking of this, Fang Cheng raised his eyes to gaze at the dark, cold city night view outside the window.

For ordinary people, killing someone might be a very terrifying thing.

No mistakes, first release, internal content, always watching!

Using a knife to slit open the throat of a living person.

Flesh rolling back, white bones gleaming chillingly.

Bright red blood, accompanied by a sizzling sound, continuously spurted out like a fountain.

When Fang Cheng gripped the hilt of the knife in his hand, there were no ripples in his heart.

When piercing the target's body, there was even a faint sense of excitement and pleasure.

Thinking back on it afterward, it always felt a bit off.

It seemed he was becoming increasingly cold and bloodthirsty, addicted to the thrill of taking others' lives, gradually falling into the abyss of becoming a killer.

However—

Now this strange mood suddenly and completely released.

"If we tell Wen Huiyi and her daughter that Sang Biao is already dead, they should be very happy, right?"

Fang Cheng muttered to himself in a low voice, his cold gaze gaining a bit of warmth.

...

Late at night.

The street was completely deserted, with cars driving past sparsely every now and then.

Under the dim yellow streetlights, a gray sedan with an ordinary appearance parked by the roadside.

"Ha—ah, it seems tonight's work was done in vain."

"Might as well wrap up early and go back to sleep."

Two plainclothes detectives sat in the car, yawning endlessly.

They were the police officers under Zhou Yongnian: A-Bang and Big-Head Cong.

A-Bang said with utter disappointment:

"Sigh, I originally wanted to press on and perform well to make a contribution, dragging a batch of gang tainted witnesses back so that promotion and a salary raise would be within reach."

Big-Head Cong muttered in a low voice:

"Could the informant have lied to us? We guarded Wu Shihao's company all night, not to mention no movement at all, we couldn't even see a ghost's shadow."

After complaining for a few sentences, he couldn't help suspecting:

"Do you think the team leader is sticking his neck out for his prospective son-in-law, which is why he had us keep an eye on the movements of the Three Wolves Gang and the Red Tiger Gang these past few days?"

"Shh, don't talk nonsense like that, watch out if it reaches the boss's ears..."

A-Bang reprimanded him, then explained:

"This operation was personally signed off by the superintendent; it's not just our team's case."

"The Red Tiger Gang's influence is expanding too fast, and they act too arrogantly. The big bosses above are obviously already very dissatisfied, so we must work hard and seize this opportunity to make contributions and get promoted."

"Besides, the Red Tiger Gang has long wanted to get their hands on the old district, and the Three Wolves Gang has always been at odds with them. The two sides are incompatible like fire and water. Now that there's a fuse, even if they don't fight tonight or tomorrow night, a fight is bound to break out sooner or later."

"Does that mean we have to keep watch all night?"

The two muttered softly, suddenly both looking out toward the car window.

The lights in the previously pitch-black chairman's office of Wu's Trading Company suddenly turned on.

A figure draped in a black overcoat walked up to the floor-to-ceiling window, seemingly gazing out at the night view outside.

Then he raised his right hand and slowly made a throat-slitting gesture.

Clearly, the police's surveillance trace had been discovered.

"Damn, this guy is too arrogant!"

Big-Head Cong was instantly furious.

A-Bang was relatively calm and instantly thought of the problem:

"It looks like there's a situation. Contact the others immediately."

Right at this moment, the walkie-talkie suddenly crackled with static.

Immediately, a slightly panicked and hurried call rang out:

"Hello, is anyone there? This is Night Owl, requesting emergency backup!"

Night Owl? That was the codename of the team member keeping an eye on the Three Wolves Gang.

A-Bang quickly picked up the walkie-talkie and replied to him:

"This is Mole, received. Where is your exact location right now? Over."

"Coordinates: the villa area on the west side of the middle section of Feihong Road."

"How many people are in the gang fight?"

"There's only one, but he..."

The other side seemed to be experiencing interference, and the voice suddenly cut off for a moment.

Hearing this, A-Bang and Big-Head Cong looked at each other in dismay.

They actually didn't encounter a collective underworld appointment to fight, opening up turf wars and smashing venues.

Only a hitman was sent over; no wonder they didn't see any movement on Wu Shihao's side.

At this time, the walkie-talkie sounded with static cross-frequency noise, intermittently transmitting gunshots and human voices.

It seemed that a firefight was already underway over there, and the firepower was very fierce.

"Hello, what are you saying... static... can't hear clearly..."

A-Bang held the walkie-talkie and continued calling out.

After a while, the voice over there suddenly pitched up, and the words were barely transmitted clearly:

"Whoa, how can it still grow bigger..."

"What the hell is this thing... bullets can't kill it... A monster... run... static..."

The voice on the walkie-talkie gradually became panicked.

Afterwards, with a muffled thud, his walkie-talkie seemed to have dropped to the ground.

Leaving only a burst of unanswered static current.

Holy crap, Night Owl's side didn't kick the bucket, did they?

The two thought it was bad and, disregarding the surveillance task here, immediately drove over.

While driving, the calm voice of Major Crimes Team Leader Zhou Yongnian came out from the walkie-talkie:

"All teams take heed, the situation has changed!"

"I have already applied to superiors for assistance from the Special Investigation Team. Everyone else, hold the perimeter, do not rashly intervene, and be sure to mind your safety..."