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Chapter 77: Boss Yu, Save Me
"Drive forward."
"Yes, turn left at the road ahead. There's a factory."
"Just ram into it."
Sitting in the passenger seat, Yu Sheng looked at the navigation on his phone and instructed.
Zhao Zicheng was utterly confused.
"Boss Yu, ahead... there's a metal gate."
"And this is a new car."
Even though it wasn’t his own car, Zhao Zicheng couldn't help but almost cry over the potential damage.
A brand-new 'Fierce Tiger XS', driven just once, was he really about to watch his precious treasure get ruined?
Observing Yu Sheng's calm demeanor, which clearly wasn’t joking, Zhao Zicheng gritted his teeth and braced himself to crash through.
Fortunately, the million-coins car lived up to its billing—the front of the car only lost some paint and wasn’t deformed at all.
The metal gate was smashed open.
Without making a sound, Yu Sheng opened the passenger door, jumped out of the car, closed the door, and took cover behind the vehicle—all in one fluid motion.
Before leaving, he left behind a single instruction.
"Get your phone ready, start recording."
"There’s a line to shout, remember to yell it out."
After saying this, he handed Zhao Zicheng a piece of paper.
If he remembered correctly, this was something Yu Sheng wrote while they were on the road.
Looking at the content of the paper, Zhao Zicheng felt perplexed.
This content...
It seemed somewhat familiar.
It was like what Yu Sheng once recited in a factory during an assessment in Jiangbei Province.
A... Cult?
In that moment, Zhao Zicheng seemed to have an epiphany.
His hair stood on end.
Was he really that brave just now?
Damn... Did he just ram right into the main gate of a Cult's stronghold?
Shit!
This, surely, would be enough to boast about at school for half a year, right?
Feeling a surge of boldness, Zhao Zicheng turned on his phone's camera, set it up on the steering wheel, jumped out of the car, and struck a heroic pose: "You Cultists, today, I, Zhao Zicheng, along with Yu Sheng, shall purge these calamities on behalf of humanity."
"Protecting humanity is the duty of us, the youth."
"And it is indispensable..."
It must be said, when Zhao Zicheng delivered his lines, his passion and vigor far surpassed that of Yu Sheng, almost as if he was a born orator, stirring a fiery enthusiasm in anyone who listened.
Compared to Yu Sheng, it was like night and day.
The effect was dramatic.
Inside the factory, groups of people looked at Zhao Zicheng with confusion and disbelief, especially given his youthful appearance.
Has this guy lost his mind?
Though this place was just a small hideout, having it busted by an eighteen-year-old student would be embarrassingly humiliating.
They stood up with sinister smiles.
Awakened items began to materialize.
"Kid, you'd better explain how you found this place before you die," one sneered.
"Otherwise, I'll show you what it means to wish you were dead."
Another clenched his fist and spoke.
Yet another furrowed his brows, "Cut the chatter. Who knows if there’s anyone from the Security Bureau behind us? We need to finish this quickly. After this, we can't use this location anymore."
A total of five people suddenly charged towards Zhao Zicheng.
"Damn it, let me finish my lines!"
Zhao Zicheng yelled out, threw down the paper he was holding, and turned to run.
With the car blocking the entrance, any pursuit would inevitably cause them to spread out.
Suddenly, a slender figure appeared from behind the car, a crossbow almost touching one man’s head.
Without hesitation, he pulled the trigger.
Blood splattered.
But Yu Sheng seemed to have anticipated the trajectory of the blood, stepping back, avoiding any stains on himself.
At the same time, he grasped a fishing line in his hand and gave it a fierce tug.
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The fishing line, honed to lethal sharpness, sliced across the belly of a man still charging forward.
Under intense pain, he couldn't help but scream, falling to the ground and rolling around, kicking up dust.
In just a few seconds, the crowd was thrown into disarray.
And in the chaos of battle, Yu Sheng was like a fish in water.
Meanwhile, Zhao Zicheng kept running towards the distance, but the noise behind him made him instinctively stop and look back.
His body froze in place.
In the dilapidated factory, amidst the dust, only the frail voice of Yu Sheng remained, standing still.
The ground around him was covered with bloodstains and corpses.
Most notably, despite the chaos, Yu Sheng's clothing remained exceptionally clean.
"Call the Security Bureau, tell them to collect the bodies."
"Then... claim the bounty."
Yu Sheng spoke quietly as he looked at Zhao Zicheng, then with a skeptical glance that conveyed deep mistrust, he asked, "You... you recorded it, right?"
"I did!"
"Definitely recorded it!"
Again, the familiar gesture of thumping his chest.
Without hesitation, Yu Sheng climbed back into the car, checked the video on his phone, and let out a sigh of relief, relieved that nothing had gone awry this time.
He saved the video personally, handed the phone to Zhao Zicheng, then silently went back to retrieve the crossbow bolts stuck in the bodies, wiped them clean, and reloaded them.
Zhao Zicheng was clearly communicating something.
He soon ended the call.
Staring at the bodies scattered around, Zhao Zicheng seemed lost in thought for a long while before he finally clenched his teeth and moved closer.
"Boss Yu, next time, could you..."
"Leave one for me."
"I've thought about it carefully, and as a hero, I must inevitably kill."
"I don’t want to feel fear and confusion when that day comes."
"So... I need to practice!"
In that moment, Zhao Zicheng's eyes were serious, devoid of any playful expression.
He knew about the high mortality rate at Mo Pavilion Academy.
He knew about the chaos in Border City.
Sometimes he just habitually hid these realities behind a smile, but he understood the truth.
"Alright."
Yu Sheng looked at Zhao Zicheng and nodded.
A smile reappeared on Zhao Zicheng's face.
Until...
"Shit!"
"Shit, shit, Boss Yu, save me!"
In a hideout, Zhao Zicheng was frantically fleeing.
The only surviving cultist, like a madman, relentlessly chased after him.
And Yu Sheng just sat on the roof of the car.
Making a call.
"Hello, is this the Security Bureau?"
"Yes, that's right."
"I need to report a crime."
"I'm currently located at... let me check."
"Yulin, on the outskirts to the east of the city, in a residential house. There's a cult hideout here."
"No need for backup, just send someone to collect the bodies."
"It would be best to bring someone from finance."
"To settle the bounty."
"What's that noise?"
Yu Sheng glanced at the flustered figure of Zhao Zicheng and pondered for two seconds: "My friend is being chased by a cultist, so he's a bit loud."
"Yeah, it's not a big problem."
"There's really no need for armed support."
"Please trust the integrity of a young human who has been educated at Mo Pavilion."
Yu Sheng spoke earnestly.