311: Chapter 311 Bloodlust, Encountering an Unexpected Incident

Studio Hall No. 1 of Dongdu TV Station.

Dazzling lights, passionate music, and deafening cheers.

In the center of the stage, Cheng Jiashu, dressed in a stylish performance outfit, was passionately performing a highly rhythmic, high-energy song and dance routine with his backup dancers.

Every single one of his movements was filled with power and beauty, and his high, magnetic voice instantly ignited the passion of all the fans below the stage.

Glow sticks gathered into a sea of vibrant colors, and the screams and cheers rose and fell, almost blowing the roof off the entire studio hall.

The dance track came to a sudden halt on the final strong beat.

Cheng Jiashu stood still in the center of the stage, panting slightly, with fine beads of sweat on his forehead, but a brilliant smile plastered across his face.

He opened his arms and closed his eyes, as if thoroughly enjoying the mountain-shaking, tsunami-like cheers.

Under the spotlight, his well-defined face looked exceptionally handsome, sweat sliding down his jawline with a hint of sexy wildness.

A moment later, he opened his eyes, starlight twinkling in his gaze, and bowed deeply to the audience in gratitude.

"Thank you, everyone! Thank you!"

The fans' shouts, however, were like a tidal wave, even more enthusiastic than before, echoing endlessly.

"Cheng Jiashu! Cheng Jiashu! Cheng Jiashu!"

Amidst the deafening shouts, he smiled and waved his hand.

The host also walked onto the stage with a beaming smile:

"Thank you, Jiashu, for bringing us such a wonderful performance! And thank you to the live audience and everyone watching the live stream! See you next time..."

Amidst thunderous applause, Cheng Jiashu turned and walked off the stage, returning to his private dressing room backstage.

Not long after he sat down, the door to the dressing room was pushed open.

His manager, Zhang Hui, walked in briskly in high heels, her face filled with smiles and excitement.

"Jiashu, your performance tonight was amazing! The atmosphere in the crowd was practically exploding. The director just said the ratings spiked by a huge margin!"

As Zhang Hui spoke, she placed her laptop and a paper schedule on the makeup table.

"Tomorrow is Saturday, so you have the day off as usual."

"Next week's schedule is all here. On Monday, there's a cover shoot for a fashion magazine; on Wednesday, you'll attend a charity gala; and on Friday, there's an important commercial brand endorsement press conference. Take a look, I've marked all the details."

Cheng Jiashu took the printed schedule but didn't look at it immediately.

Instead, he leaned back against the wide makeup chair in exhaustion and rubbed his temples.

"Sister Hui, I've been feeling a bit tired lately. I want to take a few more days off."

His voice carried a hint of hoarseness, as if he had been too deeply invested in the performance just now.

Hearing this, the smile on Zhang Hui's face stiffened slightly. She then walked over to him with concern and reached out to feel his forehead.

"Are you feeling unwell? Your schedule has indeed been packed too tight lately. It was my oversight."

Her tone softened significantly, and a hint of worry appeared in her eyes.

"How about this? We'll keep next week's charity gala, you just need to make a brief appearance."

"As for the magazine shoot and the commercial press conference, I'll talk to them to see if we can postpone. We'll cancel all other minor appearances and interviews."

"You just rest well at home and adjust your condition. Your health is the most important thing."

Zhang Hui said efficiently, showing the capable and decisive side of a top-tier manager.

Cheng Jiashu gave a soft grunt of assent. Just as he was about to say something more, a sudden swelling pain hit his head.

Immediately after, a continuous buzzing sound rang in his ears, as if countless bees were flapping their wings.

The noisy sound was like a torrent, surrounding his body from all directions.

A blurry image, accompanied by an eerie calling voice, abruptly surfaced deep in his mind.

Cheng Jiashu's expression changed slightly. He suddenly clutched his forehead, his fingers digging deep into his hair.

"Jiashu? What's wrong?" Zhang Hui immediately noticed his abnormality and asked nervously.

She quickly walked over to her handbag, rummaged out a small white medicine bottle, poured out two pills, handed them to Cheng Jiashu, and unscrewed a bottle of mineral water.

The label on the medicine bottle had clear words printed on it—'Risperidone Tablets'.

"Is your old condition acting up again? Eat the medicine quickly."

Cheng Jiashu took the medicine and, without hesitation, swallowed it down with the water, his Adam's apple bobbing.

The pills slid down his throat with a hint of bitterness.

He closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths, trying to calm the chaos in his mind.

After a moment, the intense dizziness and ringing in his ears finally subsided slightly.

At least that faint, elusive calling voice had temporarily vanished.

Cheng Jiashu caught his breath, his eyes involuntarily drifting to his reflection in the mirror in front of him.

The face in the mirror was slightly pale, but still handsome, dashing, and radiant—the perfect idol whom countless fans went crazy for.

But only he knew what kind of hideous form and unspeakable restlessness were hidden beneath that glamorous appearance.

"I'm fine, Sister Hui. I might just be too tired lately. I'll be fine after some rest."

Cheng Jiashu forced a smile and said to Zhang Hui:

"I want to go back and rest early, so I won't join the group dinner tonight. I'll drive back myself. You guys don't need to follow me, just off work early."

Looking at his complexion, Zhang Hui nodded, although she was still a bit worried:

"Then be careful on the road. Send me a message when you get home. The car keys are in your coat pocket."

"Got it."

Cheng Jiashu stood up, took off his performance outfit, picked up his coat from the back of the chair and put it on. He then put on a peaked cap and briefly packed his personal belongings.

After bidding farewell to Zhang Hui and his assistant, he did not take the VIP passage commonly used by celebrities, but instead left quietly through the staff exit.

Nodding to the TV station staff he occasionally encountered along the way, he went down to the slightly dimly lit underground garage.

Finding his black Porsche Panamera, Cheng Jiashu did not get in immediately.

He first took out a matchbox-sized metal device from his pocket and scanned the interior and underside of the car thoroughly.

The indicator light on the device remained green, without sounding any alarms.

After confirming there were no wiretaps or tracking devices, he opened the car door, sat inside, and started the car.

The engine let out a low roar, and the vehicle slowly drove out of the underground garage, merging into the bustling traffic of the city night.

The night view of Dongdu City was, as always, bustling and dreamlike.

Fine drizzle began to fall again at some point, hitting the windshield.

Swept away repeatedly by the wipers, it left streaks of water, blurring the neon lights outside the window like an Impressionist oil painting.

Cheng Jiashu held the steering wheel with one hand and gently massaged his temples with the other.

Over the past month, he had always felt that some inexplicable anomalies were happening around him.

The feeling of being secretly watched followed him like a shadow, whether at work or in private.

The other party's methods were extremely clever and professional. He had used his own abilities to conduct a reverse investigation, but could find no trace whatsoever.

If he hadn't finally discovered the stalker disguised as an ordinary tourist two weeks ago when he visited the suburban orphanage he had sponsored for a long time,

he might not have even detected the enemy's presence until disaster struck.

Cheng Jiashu had brought the stalker to a secret base by the sea, attempting to pry his mouth open.

However, that man's bones were extremely tough; no matter how much he was tortured, he stubbornly refused to reveal his origin and purpose.

Ultimately, when Cheng Jiashu was slightly off guard, the man actually bit open a miniature poison pill hidden in his teeth to commit suicide.

The clue was cut off just like that.

After experiencing this incident, Cheng Jiashu's vigilance was raised to the highest level.

He had a faint suspicion that he must have been targeted by some organization.

First of all, judging from the other party's style of action, the official organization, the Special Investigation Team, could be ruled out.

Secondly, they didn't seem like a Gang from out of town either; it should be some large organization deeply rooted in Dongdu.

After losing a member, the other party's movements became even more mysterious and unpredictable, as if they had vanished into thin air.

They were either temporarily lifting their surveillance on him, or secretly gathering strength, waiting for the next truly fatal move.

To avoid exposing his secret, Cheng Jiashu had recently even been forced to temporarily halt his periodic 'hunting' activities.

This also caused the desire to kill in his heart to become somewhat uncontrollable, like a volcano about to erupt, making him frequently feel irritable and easily angered.

Screeech—

While his thoughts were in disarray, Cheng Jiashu was slightly distracted, and a group of swaying young people suddenly dashed out from the intersection ahead.

He slammed on the brakes, the tires making a piercing screeching sound on the wet road surface.

The front of the car stopped just in time in front of the group, less than two meters away.

The group of youths looked like typical street punks, with multi-colored dyed hair, baggy clothes, and tattoos faintly visible on their arms.

Startled by the sudden emergency braking, once they came to their senses, they immediately used their alcohol-fueled bravado to surround the car, cursing and slapping the hood of Cheng Jiashu's car.

"Fuck! How the hell are you Driving? Trying to kill someone?"

"Is Driving a nice car a big deal? Are your eyes in your ass?"

"Get down! Get the fuck down! If you don't give us an explanation, don't even think about leaving today!"

Cheng Jiashu frowned deeply, forcing down the surging irritability and killing intent in his heart.

He didn't want to cause unnecessary trouble and expose his identity in a place like this.

So he rolled down the window and said in as calm a tone as possible:

"Sorry, everyone. I was distracted and didn't notice you. Do you need compensation?"

"Compensation? Easy for you to say! My brothers and I were startled. How do you calculate the emotional distress fee?"

A yellow-haired punk spoke in a sloppy manner, his tone filled with extortion.

He then walked up to the car window and reached in to grab Cheng Jiashu's collar.

Cheng Jiashu's gaze turned cold. He tilted his body slightly, skillfully avoiding the other's hand, while simultaneously grabbing the yellow-haired punk's wrist. The force in his fingertips made the other cry out in pain.

"Brother Jun!"

At this moment, another relatively stocky punk hurriedly stepped forward to break up the fight.

"Dongzi, let go of me! Today I absolutely must teach this pretty boy a lesson!"

Seeing this, the other punks also crowded around, blocking the car window completely, shouting and clamoring all at once.

In the midst of this scuffle, the yellow-haired punk, with an extremely stealthy movement, quickly shoved something into Cheng Jiashu's hand.

The moment Cheng Jiashu's fingers touched the object, he was slightly startled.

Glancing down, it was a folded slip of paper.

He subconsciously looked up at the yellow-haired punk.

He saw that the other party's eyes no longer held any of the previous frivolity and greed, but instead carried a hint of solemnity.

Cheng Jiashu's heart stirred. He quietly clenched the slip of paper in his palm without showing any emotion.

He glanced at the onlookers who were starting to gather and point around them, then pulled out a few banknotes of the largest denomination from his wallet and handed them over:

"Is this enough? Consider it my treat for you brothers to have a drink and calm your nerves."

Seeing this, the punks immediately beamed with joy, snatched the money, and cleared the way while grumbling.

Cheng Jiashu rolled up the window, restarted the car, and slowly drove away from the scene amidst a clamor of honking horns.

In the congested traffic behind, inside an ordinary black sedan.

The man in the driver's seat was picking up a walkie-talkie and speaking in a low voice:

"Eagle calling Command Center. The target just had a minor traffic accident on Dongshan Road and got into an argument with a group of street punks. Preliminary assessment is that it was an accidental event. The punks are all ordinary people with nothing suspicious. Over."

A few seconds later, a steady voice came from the other end of the walkie-talkie:

"Received. Maintain surveillance distance, do not alert the target. Absolutely no accidents before Saturday's operation. Over."

"Understood. Over."

The man put down the walkie-talkie, cast his gaze in the direction where Cheng Jiashu's car had disappeared, and then started the car, following unhurriedly.

When he passed the group of punks, they were still standing on the street corner, excitedly counting the newly acquired cash.

"Damn, if I knew a Porsche driver was this rich, I should've asked for more just now! That kid looks so soft and tender, he's definitely an easy target!"

The yellow-haired punk, who had been the most arrogant earlier, did not join the noisy money-splitting. He just stood to the side, his eyes drifting slightly.

At this moment, a very clear voice rang in his mind:

"Thank you for your hard work, Yingjun."

The yellow-haired punk's body shook slightly, a flash of being flattered passing through his eyes, which he quickly concealed.

A punk next to him nudged him with his elbow: "What's wrong, Brother Jun? What are you thinking about? Are you thinking about that girl from earlier?"

The yellow-haired punk came back to his senses and replied casually, "That kid just now looked a bit familiar. He seemed... seemed like a celebrity?"

"A celebrity?"

Hearing this, the other punks were taken aback, and then it suddenly dawned on them.

"Fuck! No wonder he was so easy to talk to. What a loss, what a loss! If I knew, I should've extorted more!"

The yellow-haired punk smiled and exchanged a look with the stocky man named 'Dongzi', sharing a silent understanding.

The crowd started chattering again, discussing where to go next to have fun.

At the same time, at the top of a nearby skyscraper.

A figure stood quietly, his feet on the edge of the rooftop.

Letting the damp, cool night wind blow his clothes, making rustling sounds, his body remained as motionless as if he were rooted to the spot.

He slowly opened his eyes, overlooking the city night view below, which was as brilliant as a river of stars.

The traffic was like a woven tapestry, and the neon lights flashed.

The corner of Fang Cheng's mouth curled into a faint smile.

His consciousness had just quietly withdrawn from the punk who had handed the slip of paper to Cheng Jiashu.

That yellow-haired punk was precisely played by Chen Yingjun, the most trusted brother under Ma Donghe.

For this mission, Fang Cheng had contacted him through Ma Donghe.

After assigning the mission, they had also established a preliminary mental connection during their meeting to enable precise command transmission.

As for the group of punks, most of them were clueless street loiterers Chen Yingjun had specifically recruited from other Gangs.

The purpose was to make this 'accident' appear even more realistic, leaving no flaws. (End of Chapter)