Chapter 174: Triple Kill!

After Yu Shixue and the others finished playing cards at the casino, they headed to the open-air swimming pool on the top floor. Ling Wu declined their invitation, citing that he was feeling unwell. When he left the casino alone through the back door, the night had fallen heavily over the sea, and the music from the ballroom could be faintly heard.

He stood alone on the deck, his silhouette merging into the silent night.

The wind on the sea was fierce, blowing hard enough to clear one's mind.

Ling Wu took three photographs out of his pocket. The men in the photos were in the prime of their lives, dressed in suits and leather shoes, their faces devoid of any trace of weariness, showing only the arrogant, condescending posture built up by money and power.

This cruise ship would dock tomorrow morning.

Moving through the dark night, the game begins.

Flipping over the backs of the photos, there were three different room numbers: 6012, 6004, and 6071.

Ling Wu left the deck at 9 o'clock. He took the elevator to the chaotic first floor, cut across the ballroom, and went straight to the restroom with the highest foot traffic.

A man said, "Who put trash under the sink?"

"Disgusting."

Another voice said, "Why care so much? That's the cleaner's job."

"Let's go, let's go..."

When Ling Wu entered from the doorway, these two were just walking out, but they were turning their heads to talk. Ling Wu lowered his head, his chin hidden by the collar of his coat, his eyes partially obscured by his bangs, revealing only half of his profile; no one noticed him.

He took a turn, deftly took the black plastic bag from under the sink, and entered a restroom stall.

A few minutes later, a person with an unremarkable appearance and ordinary attire came out. Ling Wu placed the black plastic bag back under the sink.

A few minutes after he left, the plastic bag was collected by a cleaner wearing a mask...

Ling Wu climbed the stairs to the 6th floor. He walked to the door of room 6004 and took a room card out of his pocket. With a soft "beep," the door opened. The room was clean and tidy, with no one in sight. He walked toward the bedroom and entered the bathroom.

It is unknown how much time passed before the room door was opened.

The sound of rustling came through.

Jing Huai returned to the room reeking of alcohol. He took off his coat, threw it on the sofa, and rubbed his temples. Raising his eyes, he saw a stranger with an ordinary face coming out of the bathroom. He frowned subconsciously, mistaking the person for someone cleaning the room: "What are you still doing here after finishing the cleaning?"

Jing Huai was the son of an Elder Council member of the Jing Family. Strictly speaking, he was a senior to Jing Du. Ever since the head of the Jing Family fell ill and the family was gradually taken over by Jing Du, these elders had gradually become well-behaved.

Ling Wu did not speak. He came out of the hallway and stood in the living room. He held the photo up in mid-air, level with Jing Huai's face. The ferocious, abusive face from his memory now overlapped clearly...

It was him.

Seeing that this person not only didn't leave but also held up a photo at him, Jing Huai was instantly enraged: "Get out!"

"Shh!"

Ling Wu placed his index finger on his lips, signaling him to be quiet. He pulled a silenced gun from the inner pocket of his coat and aimed it at his head. His masked face looked very stiff as he pulled at the corners of his lips. Behind him was the dark hallway, and his eyes were exceptionally bright, a bit eerily dangerous: "Don't move."

"What do you want to do?" Jing Huai swallowed his saliva.

His eyes darted around: "Don't shoot. I can give you whatever you want. Money? How much do you want?"

Ling Wu's hand holding the gun did not tremble in the slightest: "I want your life and your repentance."

Repentance?

Jing Huai clearly hadn't expected to hear these two ridiculous words. What's done is done; what use is repentance? He felt contempt in his heart, but he said submissively: "Is there some kind of misunderstanding? I repent... but this is the Jing Family's territory. If you kill me, you won't be able to escape."

He tried to stall, intending to press the room's alarm when Ling Wu wasn't paying attention.

But Ling Wu's gun was faster than him. The muzzle made a very slight sound, and the bullet hit Jing Huai's left leg, causing him to kneel on the ground in pain, blood flowing everywhere.

"Ugh... ah!"

He looked at Ling Wu behind him. When those eyes looked down from above, they were cold, ruthless, and without a ripple, as if staring at a dead man.

Jing Huai still wouldn't give up. He kicked the ground with his intact right leg, attempting to inch toward the alarm button. He was convulsing with pain, his lower body feeling as heavy as lead. The veins on the back of his hand pressed against the floor bulged, his fingertips turning white from the force, his chest heaving violently.

Ling Wu's arm hung down to the seam of his trousers. Stepping on the bloodstains from his leg, his tall silhouette stood under the crystal chandelier, blocking the radiance and casting a thick shadow. That pitch-black shadow covered Jing Huai entirely, like a coffin.

"Struggling is useless, accept your fate."

Struggling is useless, accept your fate...

Jing Huai was struck to the soul by these words. His lips trembled, and he instantly remembered that he had once said these words to someone else, full of smugness.

Retribution.

It was all retribution.

Jing Huai's adrenaline surged. He struggled to crawl a few steps, his fingers just about to touch the alarm button. Just at the moment he was about to reach hope, he was forcibly stopped, his hand pierced by a bloody hole.

He let out a scream, and before he could react, his intact right leg was pierced by a bullet from Ling Wu.

Jing Huai lay on the ground like a dead dog: "It's you, it's you... you actually still remember me!"

During that experiment back then, Ling Wu and Ling Tingwan were locked up for a full half-month. This ten-year-old child saw those scenes with his own eyes, and with the existence of the Gene Serum, it was impossible to survive. Even if he survived, he would end up with disordered memories and mental instability!

It was pitiful that Ling Wu actually still remembered his face.

As expected of Jin Liangjin's son.

Seeking skin from a tiger, bear the risks yourself!

Ling Wu raised his gun, his gaze sweeping inch by inch over the matte barrel, then he tilted his head slightly and casually aimed the pitch-black muzzle at him: "Back in the laboratory, I said it myself: I want to kill you... all of you!"

He paused halfway through his sentence, and seeing Jing Huai's pained expression, he seemed pleased, only then slowly finishing the sentence.

"Hahaha..." Jing Huai knew he couldn't escape death. He collapsed onto the floor, facing upward: "Ling Wu? That's your name, right? You said you'd kill everyone. Does this 'everyone' include your biological father, Jin Liangjin!"

"Are you going to kill him?"

"Then kill him! If you kill him, you're disregarding human ethics! A patricide! You must have already gone crazy once before. I don't believe anyone can walk out of that kind of environment unscathed! Someone like you must have a high sense of morality, right? Can you still live after killing Jin Liangjin?"

Kill Jin Liangjin...

Ling Wu was not led astray by his words: "You don't need to try to provoke me. In my eyes, you are no different from an ant."

"Jing Huai, go to the underworld and repent."

With a slight gunshot, Ling Wu settled another sin.

Ling Wu put on white gloves and dragged Jing Huai's corpse to the floor-to-ceiling window. He placed his hands on Jing Huai's shoulders and abdomen, flipped the body over, and arranged it into a kneeling position, legs slightly apart, upper body lying on the floor, using this to support the entire body.

Afterward, he crouched down, used the blood flowing from Jing Huai's palms, and controlled his fingers to write a few bloody words on the floor, then burned the photo that belonged to him...

The room quickly fell into silence following the sound of the door closing.

Only a corpse remained on the floor.

Ling Wu used the room card to swipe open the door to 6012; this time, luck was on his side, as the target was taking a bath in the bathroom. He decisively pushed the door open, the humid mist instantly wafting up, and he fired several shots in succession at the person in the bathtub.

That person died in the bathtub without even seeing Ling Wu's face.

He glanced at the wall clock; it was already 9:30. The masquerade ball downstairs would end at ten o'clock, and Ling Wu had to hurry; the distance from 6012 to 6071 was a bit far.

Ling Wu knocked on the door and deepened his voice: "Room service."

At first, there was no response from inside the room, but Ling Wu knocked persistently until the person inside finally grew annoyed, hurriedly came to open the door wearing slippers, and prepared to leave a bad review with an impatient expression.

But upon seeing the muzzle of the gun when the door opened, the person was so frightened they were instantly rendered speechless, raised their hands, and kept backing away. Ling Wu took the opportunity to step into the room and left the door slightly ajar.

"You..." Before they could scream, a single shot pierced their heart.

Ling Wu followed the same procedure to arrange them in the same posture, and after burning the photograph, he remarked with a hint of sentiment: "Efficiency is not bad."

The light from the burning photograph was so minuscule against the backdrop of the chandelier...