Chapter 77: The Murderer?

Man in black: “So what if you’ve come? I’m not afraid of you.”

Wang Zixuan appeared in a flash, his gaze full of provocation as he looked at the man in black. That one look sent the man in black drifting backward five or six steps in fright.

Man in black: “What do you want? Stay back, I’m warning you, I’m not scared of you.”

Wang Zixuan: “Oh, oh, oh, if you’re not scared, why are you hiding? Come here, let’s have a chat about life and dreams.”

He reached out toward the man in black, and seeing Wang Zixuan’s hand coming, the man didn’t hesitate—he darted away in an instant.

As he fled, he shouted, “I’ll be back!”

Wang Zixuan muttered, “Madman.”

But then he turned around and saw eyes blazing red, filled with hatred, staring at him.

Wang Zixuan calculated with his fingers—ah, too late after all. He waved his hand, casting a small spell to erase all of Wan’er’s previous dreams. Then he left straight away.

Early the next morning, he arrived at the office and had just sat down when Hao Yingjun walked over.

Hao Yingjun: “Sis, have a drink. Why not take a day off to hang out? My treat.”

Wang Zixuan: “No thanks, take it away. By the way, how’s the information gathering coming along?”

Hao Yingjun was stunned for a moment, but before he could answer, Wang Zixuan’s phone rang again.

Wang Zixuan: “Hello, what is it now, Duan Peng?”

Duan Peng: “Sis, there’s work again. Another violent incident at Qingyu Pavilion on Dongfeng Street.”

She hung up, slapped the desk, and headed downstairs. Hao Yingjun hurried after her.

When they arrived, Wang Zixuan called out, “Xiao Deng, Xiao Deng! Qingyu Pavilion, let’s go!”

Without waiting for a reply, she strode off. As soon as they arrived, they saw an old man clutching a knife in one hand, pressing a young man’s head to the table with the other, his fierce gaze ready to act.

Old man: “What exactly did he tell you? Speak!”

Wang Zixuan drew her Browning with elegance and aimed it at the old man’s head.

Wang Zixuan: “Supermarket 444, drop your weapon.”

The boss, hearing Wang Zixuan’s voice, poked his head out from behind the bar. The old man froze on seeing Wang Zixuan, then drew his knife and tried to run. But how could he escape? He barely took two steps before his knees were struck by two pebbles. And that was that. As usual: apprehend, clean up, take photos, interrogate.

Xiao Deng drew a gun and slowly aimed it at the old man. The old man didn’t react at all. The gun didn’t shoot bullets, but a small flag.

Hao Yingjun: “When the sun rises tomorrow, I’ll walk a path of no return. If I can bring justice to evil, I’m willing to step into the darkness alone.”

He recited from his little notebook, then placed it in front of the old man.

Wang Zixuan: “Name?”

Old man: “Either let me go, or kill me.”

His words left the three of them stunned for three seconds, unable to respond.

Xiao Deng: “So you won’t talk? Then tell us who hired you to kill.”

Old man: “Don’t kill me, just let me go.”

Xiao Deng slapped the table, waving the toy gun and shouting, “Why did you take a toy gun to kill someone?”

The old man crossed his arms, closed his eyes, and repeated, “Either let me go, or kill me.”

Wang Zixuan: “Are you done yet? Are you a broken record? Back and forth, that’s all you can say.”

There was no getting anywhere, so they locked the old man up. Wang Zixuan took the photos and went straight to Zhou Ning.

Zhou Ning looked at the photos and exclaimed, “Isn’t that Old Xu? Why did you guys arrest him?”

Wang Zixuan: “He’s a wanted criminal we tracked down.”