Translator: CinderTL
"The people inside are hardworking, kind, beautiful, and generous. Helping elderly women cross the street and rescuing children who've dropped out of school are just everyday occurrences. How could you possibly do something like this?"
To his surprise, Jiang Cheng pondered for a moment before turning to Fatty and saying sternly, "Old Six, next time tell Old Eight that he can do things like this, but he must do them discreetly, without letting any information leak."
"Understood, Third Brother," Fatty replied, craning his neck.
Huai Yi: "???"
"After this is over, we need to eliminate those with loose tongues promptly. You handle it personally, leaving no trace," Lin Wan'er said, giving Jiang Cheng a meaningful look before leaning back languidly on the sofa.
Jiang Cheng nodded. "Understood. There won't be a next time."
Whether intentionally or not, Jiang Cheng and Lin Wan'er simultaneously glanced at Huai Yi. His legs trembled, and he nearly died on the spot.
"Rest assured, my lips are sealed! I'll never betray you!" Huai Yi pleaded, his face ashen.
"I'm entrusting this matter to you. I need to know everything about the May Station Incident," Jiang Cheng said. "Don't worry about the cost. I remember I still have a villa by the sea. If necessary, we can sell it."
"No need, Brother Jiang. I'm still managing for now," Huai Yi said, quickly grabbing Jiang Cheng when he heard about selling the villa. If they sold it, the young women living there would be left homeless.
He was a kind-hearted man and couldn't bring himself to do such a thing.
It was late. Jiang Cheng and Lin Wan'er had gone to sleep, leaving only Huai Yi still typing away at his computer. Fatty, under the pretense of supervising him, stayed in the living room, claiming he was worried Huai Yi might do something reckless and call the police.
But before long, Fatty had slumped onto the sofa and fallen asleep.
Listening to Fatty's rhythmic snoring, Huai Yi realized this was definitely a trap. Fatty didn't seem like an ordinary person, and Jiang Cheng had even called him "Old Six."
That sounded like an official member of Crimson.
As a Disciple of the Door, Huai Yi had some knowledge of Crimson. He knew their official members were few, but each was a master.
For Fatty to rank sixth, he must possess extraordinary abilities.
He was undoubtedly a Disciple of the Door, but Huai Yi didn't know what power he wielded.
Using the glow of the computer screen, Huai Yi secretly observed the sleeping Fatty. The man was sound asleep. Could his ability be related to dreams?
Could it be the ability to kill in dreams?
As this thought crossed Huai Yi's mind, he saw Fatty's lips twitch slightly, a faint smile curving his lips. Terrified, Huai Yi immediately averted his gaze, his suspicion solidifying into reality.
It seemed this Fatty could not only perceive events in the real world while dreaming but also read his thoughts. The mocking laughter had been a warning.
A warning not to harbor any ulterior motives, or he would be killed even in his sleep!
Even with such terrifying abilities, Fatty ranked only sixth, and he addressed Jiang Cheng as "Third Brother," suggesting Jiang Cheng ranked third.
The thought of Jiang Cheng's power sent a chill down Huai Yi's spine as he recalled the Shadow behind him. It was something he could never hope to contend with.
His own Gate paled in comparison to theirs—a mere novice.
Taking a deep breath, Huai Yi conjured the image of a beautiful woman with long, slender legs.
Miss Lin.
Judging by her tone when speaking to Jiang Cheng, her status surpassed even the third-ranked Jiang Cheng. Whether she was the top or second-ranked, Huai Yi decided, no longer mattered.
The important thing was that he couldn't beat them anyway.
What the hell kind of monsters were these?!
No wonder the Night Watchers and various Disciples of the Door had to join forces to exterminate them. Their ruthlessness was one thing, but more importantly, these guys had already disrupted the game's balance.
"Hmph—" Fatty suddenly let out a loud snore.
Startled, Huai Yi immediately stopped his wandering thoughts. He sat attentively in front of the computer, waiting for the other party to send the data, his posture perfectly upright.
Having slept soundly, Fatty was already awake when Jiang Cheng emerged from the bedroom in the morning. He was sitting on the sofa, savoring the lingering aftertaste of his dream.
Jiang Cheng glanced at the solitary computer and turned to ask, "Where's he?"
"You mean Brother Huai Yi? He was busy all night and just went to catch up on sleep," Fatty replied, twisting his neck. The sofa was uncomfortable, and he woke up with a stiff neck.
Knock, knock, knock.
A knock sounded at the door.
As Jiang Cheng approached the door, the person outside seemed to sense his presence and called out enthusiastically, "Dr. Jiang, it's me! I've brought you breakfast!"
Pi Ruan's voice was highly distinctive. Aside from a slight lack of breath, it was exactly as before.
Opening the door, Jiang Cheng found Pi Ruan standing outside. "Dr. Jiang," Pi Ruan greeted with a cheerful smile upon seeing him. "Why are you alone? Where's Miss Lin and Brother Fugui?" He peered into the room.
Jiang Cheng, however, blocked his view without a trace of courtesy. Taking the breakfast from Pi Ruan, he asked coldly, "Is there anything else?"
Pi Ruan awkwardly retracted his gaze and lowered his voice conspiratorially. "Dr. Jiang, I've brought the person you asked me to find. He's downstairs. I've arranged a guest room for him."
"There are no other guests near the guest room," Pi Ruan added, taking Jiang Cheng's instructions very seriously. "I personally picked him up from the airport. Rest assured, no one else knows."
"Fatty," Jiang Cheng called over his shoulder.
Fatty trotted over. Jiang Cheng handed him the breakfast and told him to eat first. In half an hour, he was to wake Lin Wan'er.
"Understood, Doctor."
After giving the order, Jiang Cheng and Pi Ruan left together. Having spent too long in the Nightmare, Jiang Cheng had broken his habit of using elevators.
Especially after the incident at the Ghost Hospital.
Arriving at an ordinary guest room, Jiang Cheng glanced at Pi Ruan, who had followed him. Pi Ruan, sensing his cue, politely excused himself and left, reminding Jiang Cheng to call if he needed anything.
Without knocking, Jiang Cheng swiped his card to enter the room. It was pitch black inside—not only were the lights off, but the curtains were drawn tightly, blocking out every ray of light.
After taking a few steps forward, Jiang Cheng stopped, squinting as he spoke. "Have you thought this through? Do you really think a dagger can stop me?"
A moment later, a figure emerged from a room behind him, the door slightly ajar. As the figure stepped out, the room's lights flickered on.
"Mr. Jiang," a familiar voice called out. A man in a white shirt and faded white jeans stood behind him.
It was Chen Qiang, one of the survivors from the Ancient Script.
Only he, Fatty, Xia Meng, and Chen Qiang had escaped through the Gate back then.
According to Fatty, An Xuan had kidnapped him.
An Xuan was a member of the Night Watcher, so it wasn't surprising that he had some skills. Jiang Cheng had previously suspected whether he was truly dead, and now it seemed his suspicions were confirmed—An Xuan had indeed survived.
(End of the Chapter)
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