Chapter 180: Killing Intent Explosion

Yu Laoban's business wasn't big.

Just as he himself had said, he was just a small boss, and the house he lived in wasn't a detached house but a townhouse.

Wu Xian was at the entrance, lying on the steering wheel, secretly observing while gnawing on a hamburger.

Not long after, he saw a gaudily dressed woman walk out of the villa, happily slipping into a car, inside which sat a pretty boy who looked worse than Wu Xian.

The two of them sucked onto each other as soon as they met, and after being lovey-dovey for a while, they both left.

That woman was Yu Laoban's wife, Gong Suihua; she probably didn't know yet that her husband was dead, and even if he were dead, she should be more happy than sad.

This gave Wu Xian a feeling of returning to his life of catching cheaters to earn extra money.

After another while.

A high school boy who looked somewhat like Yu Laoban walked back. The boy's expression was still happy from afar, but as he approached the house, his expression became increasingly gloomy.

The boy was Yu Xiaobo, Yu Laoban's son.

"Heh heh, at least the son is his..."

Wu Xian muttered a complaint, put on his mask, darted out, and dragged Yu Xiaobo into a corner.

"Listen well, your old man has already..."

Without involving the Fudi, Wu Xian informed him of Yu Laoban's death and the fact that his mother was cheating, and stuffed the bank card into his hand, instructing him that his mother must never know about this money.

Yu Xiaobo breathed heavily, his voice carrying a sobbing tone, but in the end, he didn't cry out. With a twisted expression, he pushed Wu Xian away and ran all the way back home.

Looking at his back, Wu Xian shook his head slightly.

This kid was still quite strong.

Compared to Yu Xiaobo, who grew up in such a family, he felt that he, who had been adopted by the old man, was even luckier.

Wu Xian returned to his broken car.

He had no interest in meddling in other people's family ethics dramas; whether Yu Xiaobo would give the money to his mother or how the future of this family would develop, he didn't care at all.

Because his agreement with Yu Laoban was just to deliver the money to Yu Xiaobo's hands.

As long as the money was delivered, he could take his one hundred thousand with a clear conscience.

He turned the key.

The car didn't start.

Wu Xian scratched his head in distress: "Ugh... this broken car really needs to be replaced, and it should be replaced with a slightly better one. Or should I delay Blackie's things for another while?"

He struggled for quite a while without successfully starting the broken car. Just as he was about to fix the car himself, he suddenly saw Yu Laoban's wife walk out of the house.

She held a bank card in one hand and a black mobile phone in the other, talking to someone.

"Tsk, that kid gave in too quickly..."

"No, there's blood on the bank card!"

Wu Xian's eyes turned cold, holding his breath to observe.

Gong Suihua had clearly already gone off to mess around with the pretty boy; why would she walk out of the villa again?

And looking closely, although this Gong Suihua looked the same as the previous one on the outside, her movements were much more masculine, and the phone she used was also a man's style!

"Sister He, this small boss is too poor; the money at home has all been squandered by his wife."

Wu Xian's pupils dilated.

Sister He...

It was He Dama!

He was talking to He Dama!

"I just happened to run into his son coming back, and he had a bank card in his hand with one hundred thousand in it; it wasn't a wasted trip after all..."

"Oh my, don't scold me; I couldn't help it either. Who told him to discover I wasn't his mother?"

"Rest assured, all loose ends have been cleaned up. Just like usual, it doesn't involve supernatural powers; it's just an ordinary homicide case, and the Chenghuangmiao won't intervene..."

After finishing.

This person hung up the phone and walked toward Wu Xian's broken car.

Seeing this, Wu Xian skillfully lay down, trying his best to keep his body low.

This broken car inherited from the old man had another advantage: the windows were covered with anti-peeping film, making it very difficult to see the situation inside from outside the car.

That person looked through the glass for quite a while, didn't find anything unusual in the car, so he tidied his hair and clothes, twisting his body and leaving in an awkward posture.

After he left.

Wu Xian stood up, his breathing slightly rapid.

He got out of the car and entered Yu Laoban's home. The door was open, and from a distance, he saw Yu Xiaobo lying on the ground, his eyes hollow, blood staining the floor red.

Wu Xian's expression immediately darkened.

That he ran into this scene was accidental, but also inevitable.

Since Wu Xian could be entrusted by Yu Laoban to deliver money to his son, then He Dama, who had been in the same room as Yu Laoban, could also rely on her exquisite disguise to receive similar commissions, thereby knowing the situation at Yu Laoban's home.

Yu Laoban disappearing in the Fudi was just right for coming to his home to loot during the fire.

According to the attitude He Dama showed when recruiting Wu Xian and others into the organization, plus what that person said on the phone, the nature of this matter, in their view, might just be earning extra money by relying on god-worshiping abilities.

Wu Xian stared at the corpse for quite a while.

He only felt something about to gush out of his chest, cold killing intent brewing in his eyes.

"I clearly just came to deliver money."

"Let me deliver the money, and this matter would be settled; why couldn't you even let me finish this small task..."

The sky darkened, and the setting sun dyed the clouds the color of blood.

Wu Xian leaned against the broken car and dialed Du E's phone, the light shining on his gloomy face, seemingly foreshadowing his mood at this moment.

"You said Wei Dian found He Dama's location, right? Tell me that location."

"You want to join?"

"No, I want to watch fireworks."

Night fell.

The city darkened.

Only a few streetlights remained lit.

Wu Xian's car was parked near a detached villa; this villa was the stronghold of the organization where He Dama was located.

Wei Dian's intelligence was very detailed.

Because the nature of the organization required secrecy, the villa was full of organization members, and the chores in the villa were all done by lower-level members of the organization; this was a huge Lotus Juanren den.

Wu Xian didn't plan to wait for He Dama to come find him, but rather came to find He Dama himself.

His plan was very simple.

He brought a bomb, the one he had previously wanted to blow up his own house with; its power was enough to flip a small house over.

When someone came out of the villa, he would use the Spirit-Enslaving Technique to enslave them, let this person take the bomb back to the villa, and detonate the bomb when the important members of the organization were gathering.

Lotus Juanren were also humans; regardless of what weird abilities they had, facing a sudden bomb, they were just ordinary people.

With a boom, it would all be over.

Wu Xian came here.

Not for Yu Xiaobo.

Ever since He Dama recruited him into the organization, Wu Xian's killing intent had been burning, like smoldering coal.

Wu Xian never considered himself a good person.

He walked on the edge of order, acting recklessly according to his own preferences; robbing criminals, dog-eat-dog situations, and the like—he had done quite a few...

But even someone like him had things in his heart that he felt shouldn't be done.

He enjoyed the stable and peaceful life of the real world, and the very existence of He Dama's organization was a threat to Wu Xian's life; even if he refused to join the organization, there was no guarantee that trouble wouldn't come knocking.

Yu Xiaobo's death.

Was even more like pouring a pot of gasoline on the smoldering coal.

Boom!

Killing intent exploded!

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 181 =====