Chapter 246

Xie Wendong’s face turned red. He glanced at the sexy woman below, but couldn’t feel any desire at all. It was harder for someone like Xie Wendong to feel impulse toward a strange woman than to kill him, especially since he had extremely strong self-control. He narrowed his eyes and smiled, saying, “I want everything in your head. Do you remember me?”
Xiuyue was stunned and shook her head. “I don’t remember! Maybe you only remember money!” Xie Wendong sneered inwardly, but kept his expression unchanged. He smiled again and asked, “Three days ago, that night, you received me and a few of my classmates. Do you remember that?” A faint confusion appeared in Xiuyue’s eyes as she stared at Xie Wendong for a while before suddenly realizing, “Oh, I remember now. You came with Xiaosong!” Xiaosong? Xie Wendong’s mind stirred. Could she be referring to Lao San? Lao San’s name was Zhang Xuesong. He asked, “What’s the real name of this Xiaosong?” “I don’t know that,” the woman replied. “I’ve never asked him. You have to understand, in our line of work, we don’t ask customers’ names. It’s taboo for everyone…” Xie Wendong nodded, not wanting to hear about their industry’s rules. He interrupted her, asking, “Is he tall, thin, with a long face and a short, flat haircut?”
Xiuyue nodded repeatedly. “That’s right, it’s him!” “It seems like you two are quite familiar. Does he come to this dance club often?” “Yes! We’re old acquaintances. But that night was strange…” “Strange how?” “After we went into the room upstairs, he didn’t… do that. Instead, he left without saying a word. He never acts like this before. You should know, I’m also very attractive. He got so anxious that he didn’t even come back to see me!”
Her ignorant and foolish expression made Xie Wendong almost laugh, but he couldn’t. Why was Lao San in such a hurry to leave? He really wanted to think of the worst, but he had to consider it. After a long time, seeing him lying motionless on top of her with no sign of erection, Xiuyue couldn’t help asking, “Hey, are you impotent? If so, get out quickly. Why ask so many stupid questions?!” With that, she stuffed the money by the bed into her clothes, as if afraid Xie Wendong would take it.
Xie Wendong remained expressionless and asked quietly, “Does he often come to the dance club alone?” “Ugh, why are you so talkative? Sometimes he comes with others too.” “With who?” “How would I know?” Xie Wendong stared intently, his gaze like a sharp knife piercing Xiuyue’s face, and asked, “Really don’t know?”

Xiuyue trembled. She had never seen any man look at her with such a murderous gaze. An invisible pressure weighed down on her like a huge mountain, making her face burn. Her heart started pounding for no reason, and her lips quivered as she said, “I… I really don’t know!”
Xie Wendong stared at her for a moment before slowly getting up and stepping out of bed. He spoke gently, “I hope you’re not lying to me.” As soon as Xie Wendong left, the pressure vanished, and Xiuyue grew bolder. She wondered why she had been afraid earlier—after all, he was just a young man in his early twenties, while she was quite famous in this area and knew many important people. With that thought, she curled her lips, got up from the bed, and said unhappily, “Why should only you ask me? What’s your name?”
“Haha!” Xie Wendong laughed and said, “Because I paid! As for my name, it’s better if you don’t know it!” There was no need to stay any longer—Xiuyue had already told him what he wanted to know. He tapped his head lightly with his finger and walked slowly toward the door. Before leaving, he turned back and looked at the woman on the bed, smiling gently and asking, “Could you please not tell anyone I was here today?” “Tch! Who cares?” Xiuyue’s lips curled almost to her ears, showing complete indifference.
Xie Wendong slowly lowered his hand from the doorknob. He now needed to find someone, but it would take time, and he couldn’t let anything slip. He turned around, his eyes narrowing into two curved black lines. His smile seemed innocent and harmless. As he walked toward the bed, he said, “I think I should finish what I started!”
Xiuyue misinterpreted his words and threw him a flirtatious glance, saying coyly, “Oh, I thought you were ‘6:30’?” As she spoke, she glanced intentionally at Xie Wendong’s lower body.
Xie Wendong reached the bed, placing his right hand naturally behind his back while using his left hand to touch Xiuyue’s grape-red long hair. He asked with a smile, “What do you mean by ‘6:30’?”
Xiuyue giggled mischievously, pointing at his lower body and saying, “You don’t even know that? Little brother, let your sister teach you properly…” She stopped speaking halfway, unable to continue. “No need!” Xie Wendong wiped the blood from his knife on the sheet, then spread out the blanket to cover the corpse of the woman on the bed. The best way to silence a lady was to ensure she could never speak again. Xie Wendong never hesitated when doing what he believed was right.
He left the room. The waiter had been waiting in the hall for a long time. Seeing him come out, he asked maliciously, “Done?”

Xie Wendong smiled and said, “It’s solved!” The waiter understood without being told and said, “How’s it? It tastes good, right?” Xie Wendong patted him on the shoulder and said, “No nonsense. Let’s go!” “Where’s Sister Xiuyue?” As he spoke, he tried to peek into the room through the door crack. Xie Wendong kicked him in the buttocks and said, “She’s asleep. What’s there to see?”
The waiter gave a knowing look, rubbed his buttocks, and smiled at him, “I didn’t realize it—brother, you’re quite strong! You managed to get Xiuyue to sleep! Hehe!”
After leaving that dilapidated old building and sending the waiter away, Xie Wendong let out a long sigh. He found a public phone booth and called Sanyan. As soon as Sanyan heard Xie Wendong’s voice, he became excited and asked urgently, “Brother Dong, where are you? We were worried sick. Is everything okay…?” Xie Wendong said with a smile, “Listen to me…” Five minutes later, he hung up and took a taxi straight to University H. When he arrived, it was during the break. After asking around a bit, he found the classroom of his class. Amid the crowd, he quietly slipped into the classroom. Scanning the room, he didn’t see the person he was looking for but noticed Lao Si’s bulky figure. He walked over slowly. Lao Si was chatting animatedly with a girl he didn’t know. Xie Wendong gently tapped him on the shoulder.
Lao Si turned around, his eyes lighting up. He quickly stood up and punched Xie Wendong in the chest, shouting loudly, “Lao Qi, where the hell have you been? We haven’t seen you for days!” Xie Wendong grinned, showing his white teeth, and joked, “I had no choice. Someone was chasing me hard.” “Damn!” Lao Si’s already small eyes widened further as he asked, “What? Even our honest Lao Qi has people chasing him?” He turned to the girl beside him and said, “You don’t know him, do you? He’s Lao Qi from our dorm. He’s always nowhere to be found, disappearing all the time. Just now he came back to have a meal with us, and now he’s gone again for three days!”

Xie Wendong smiled bitterly upon hearing this. He glanced at the girl next to Lao Si. Though her appearance was ordinary, her style was trendy, giving her a somewhat cute look. He asked casually, “Why isn’t Lao San here for class?” Lao Si curled his lips in displeasure and replied, “That guy went out partying somewhere last night and didn’t return until this morning. As soon as he got in, he went straight to sleep. He’s probably dreaming about marrying a wife in his dorm now!” “Oh?” Xie Wendong smiled and said seriously, “Skipping class to sleep? That’s wrong of him. I need to go find him!” With that, he turned and walked out. It was only after he had been gone for a while that Lao Si realized what had happened and muttered, “Skipping class to sleep is wrong? How many classes have you actually attended yourself?!”

Xie Wendong arrived at the student dormitory building. Familiar with the place, he still vaguely remembered its layout despite not being back for over a year. Finding his dorm room, he gently pushed the door—it wasn’t locked at all—and slipped inside. The dorm hadn’t changed much. The only difference from when he left was that his bed had been turned into a shared storage area, with bags and boxes covering it entirely. Lao San’s bed was on the left, with a curtain drawn. Even through the curtain, a steady snoring could be heard. From the sound, Xie Wendong knew he was sleeping soundly.

Sighing, he walked over to the bed, gently pulled back the curtain, and peered in. There, lying on the bed, was indeed Lao San, sleeping deeply, unaware that someone had entered. Xie Wendong casually picked up a cigarette from the table, lit it, nudged the person on the bed lightly, and said, “I’m back.”

“Mm…” Lao San mumbled in response, turned over, and continued sleeping. Xie Wendong said nothing more, staring at him intently. Half a minute later, Lao San’s body tensed suddenly, and his snoring stopped abruptly. But he didn’t get up; he remained motionless on the bed, his face turned toward the wall, filled with terror, with cold sweat streaming down his back.

Xie Wendong couldn’t see his expression clearly, but he knew he was awake. Seeing Lao San’s reaction, his hand holding the cigarette trembled slightly. He pulled a chair over and sat down beside the bed, murmuring, “You must be surprised that I managed to come back alive!” Lao San still didn’t move. His hand quietly reached under the covers and he asked, “Why do you say that?” Xie Wendong exhaled a puff of smoke, turned his head to look out the window, and said, “We’re classmates and share the same dorm. I’ve always regarded you as a brother.”

Lao San had long known Xie Wendong’s identity and had heard about his actions. Since he could find Xie Wendong, it meant he already knew everything. Lao San smiled bitterly and said, “Brother? There should be no secrets between brothers, yet you’ve hidden it so well.” Xie Wendong replied helplessly, “I thought we were on different paths. It’s better if you don’t know certain things.” Lao San said, “I’ve been in this world for a long time.” His hand emerged from under the covers, holding a silver-white butterfly knife, and he added, “Your position is truly enviable!”
“But you don’t have the strength for it,” Xie Wendong said. Lao San wrapped himself around him, his voice agitated, “We’re about the same age. Why are you so lucky?”
Xie Wendong replied calmly, “It’s not about luck.” He looked at Lao San and said, “It can’t be you who attacked me, right? Because you don’t have the strength.”
Lao San sat up on the bed, his eyes bloodshot, and said, “That’s right!” “But you’re the one who gave them the tip.” Xie Wendong sighed, “Sometimes, such people are even more despicable.”
“Despicable?” Lao San sneered, “Then why haven’t you taken action yet?” Xie Wendong slowly raised his gaze, looking at Lao San, who was fuming on the bed, and laughed, “Are you even worthy?”
“Haha…” Lao San laughed in anger and said fiercely, “We’ll see!” With that, he jumped off the bed, ready to attack. Xie Wendong waved his hand and said, “Don’t rush. I have a question for you.” “What?” “For whom are you delivering the message?” Lao San sneered, “If you can beat me with your strength, I’ll tell you!” As he spoke, he spread his arms and grabbed at Xie Wendong’s clothes. Lao San was physically strong and had plenty of fighting experience, similar to San Yan when he first started, but still far behind Xie Wendong. He grabbed Xie Wendong’s clothes, shouted loudly, and swung him hard toward the ground. In mid-air, Xie Wendong grabbed Lao San’s collar and, as they landed, pulled hard, causing Lao San to stumble backward. They landed almost at the same time. Before Lao San could get up, Xie Wendong pressed down on him, swiftly locking his neck. Lao San struggled to breathe. Reaching for his waist, he pulled out a butterfly knife, flicked it slightly to expose the blade, and thrust it at Xie Wendong’s abdomen.
By the time the blade approached Xie Wendong’s stomach, it couldn’t go any further. Lao San’s wrist was firmly grasped. With a grunt, Xie Wendong pressed down hard, knocking Lao San’s hand holding the knife against the ground, causing the knife to fly away. Xie Wendong asked sternly, “Who is that person?”

Lao San struggled a few times, but Xie Wendong didn’t leave him any chance. In the end, he had no choice but to give up and stop wasting effort. It was then that he realized just how big the gap between him and Xie Wendong was. Lao San gasped for breath and said, “You should know that man.” “Who?” Lao San closed his mouth with a smile on his lips. Seeing this, Xie Wendong also smiled, though his gaze was extremely cold. Under his stare, Lao San felt increasing pressure, as if his blood was about to freeze. Xie Wendong said cheerfully, “Don’t force me to use methods I’m reluctant to employ on you.” Lao San shuddered and asked, “What if I tell you?” Xie Wendong stared at him for a long time before slowly saying, “You won’t die.” One sentence was enough for Lao San. He said, “That man is Guan Delin’s son, named Guan Pei.” Ah! Xie Wendong was secretly shocked—it was him! Guan Delin was the one he had framed and killed when he seized control of the company. He had known about Guan Pei back then and wanted to get rid of him as well, but the latter was very clever and had run away before he could reach him. More than a year later, he reappeared in City H, which took Xie Wendong by surprise. This was the downside of dirty tactics! Xie Wendong sighed. If not for his good luck, he might have ended up as fish food three days earlier. He stood up and said to Lao San, “Take me to find him!” Lao San shook his head and said, “I don’t know where he is either.” “Don’t know?” Xie Wendong narrowed his eyes and said coldly, “Don’t lie to me!”