Chapter 31: Do You Think I

“Hmph, so he didn’t return with you—he’s still in the settlement space, making the Bureau of Anomalies some extra cash.” Tu Xingsun sneered with a mocking grin.

Shi Gandang beside him also asked, “How much do you think he pulled in?”

Their memories naturally ended when Principal Wang crushed them into fresh watermelon juice.

They knew nothing of what happened after dismissal.

“No matter the cap, at least he got one common item—maybe even a decent rare one if he’s lucky,” Qing Heyi said, feigning indifference.

But his tone brimmed with resentment.

As the first one eliminated, she naturally felt boundless frustration and rage.

She had been the player closest to the truth from the start! She’d uncovered all the secrets of the Black Room before anyone else—and ended up with nothing.

Who could accept that?

The three now guarded the flowerbed near the classroom building, ready to react the instant any new movement appeared.

Baili Dao stood at the school gate, smoking with a blank expression, watching them.

Shhh—

The next second, a tree at the far edge of campus shook violently, as if something had landed on it.

The three exchanged glances and sprinted over.

From afar, they saw the black bulletproof vest, and the odd items at his waist—peachwood sword, crucifix, garlic—clinking together noisily.

The Undead Woman! It’s him!

“Hehehe, kid, you…”

Click—

Tu Xingsun’s sneer froze on his face.

Because the strange sound had been him pulling a metallic-glittering object from his lower back, disengaging the safety, chambering a round, and aiming it straight at Tu Xingsun’s head.

“Keep laughing. Why stop?”

“Dislike smiling by nature?”

“Or does meeting my old friend—the M1911, American-made Smith & Wesson—make you lose your sense of humor?”

Wu Wang walked toward them with an even more insolent grin, sending icy sweat down their spines.

True, they were higher-level players with more items and gear.

But this was a fucking handgun!

Anomaly players weren’t gods.

They were still flesh and blood—carbon-based lifeforms that couldn’t ignore the power of firearms.

Even if some anomaly player had reached the point of resisting bullets, it certainly wasn’t any of these five- or six-grade trash.

“Calm down! Brother Wang, calm down!”

Baili Dao leapt out from the side, standing between them, his cigarette half-burned.

Wu Wang merely raised an eyebrow. “What? You’re tempted too? Planning to join them and attack me?”

At this, the others shook their heads frantically.

Especially Tu Xingsun, whose lips moved rapidly under the gun’s muzzle: “No no no, misunderstanding, brother—we won’t touch you. After all, the Bureau’s got your back now.”

As he spoke, he raised his hands where Wu Wang could see them, proving he meant no harm.

The other two did the same.

This bizarre behavior left Wu Wang, who’d been ready to slaughter them, utterly baffled.

He turned to Baili Dao. “Bro, what’s going on? Did you slip them roofies? Why are they talking nonsense?”

What the hell does roofies have to do with babbling!?

Baili Dao, hearing the familiar teasing, tossed his cigarette to the ground and crushed it with his foot. “I told them you’re an unregistered reserve member of the Bureau. If they attack you, it’s a direct provocation—and they’ll be wanted. They won’t be able to operate in China anymore.”

“For a single common item, they won’t risk angering the Bureau.”

This excuse made Wu Wang laugh.

He rubbed his temples and retorted, “Do I look like an idiot? Or do they? Do you really think anyone buys this flimsy lie?”

Even a fool could see he had zero connection to the Bureau.

Otherwise, Baili Dao would’ve teamed up with him from the start.

This excuse wouldn’t fool a child.

“No. Once you sign it, this excuse becomes true.” Baili Dao flicked his wrist, and a contract materialized in midair, faintly engraved with a simple, unadorned sword.

【Temporary Worker Contract】

【A document with powerful binding effect. Both parties are forbidden from violating its terms, or the Anomaly Game will delete their player account.】

Wu Wang flipped it open without expression.

The content was detailed—essentially outlining the responsibilities both sides must fulfill when the Bureau recruits freelance players.

But as he read, his expression grew puzzled.

In the middle of the contract—a plain white sheet of paper, completely blank.

Simultaneously, a notification popped into his vision: 【Baili Dao #100100 requests to add you as a friend】

【Accept】

Wu Wang silently chose accept.

He wanted to see what kind of medicine Baili Dao was selling.

“Brother Wang, sorry—I had no choice. Pretend to sign, but write your name on the blank paper. Make them believe it’s real.”

“I don’t want to force you into the Bureau under duress. Of course, if you’re interested, we’d be thrilled to welcome you.”

“By the way, you know China strictly controls firearm ownership, right? Bureau players are legally permitted to carry guns.”

The moment he accepted the friend request, Baili Dao’s message popped into the chat.

Unless someone chooses to make their info public, others can’t see it.

So their conversation was completely secure—the three beside them knew nothing.

They only saw Wu Wang thinking.

To be honest, Wu Wang hadn’t expected Baili Dao to go this far.

This trick was, in a way, brilliant.

It defused his immediate threat while showing magnanimity—making him feel positively toward the Bureau.

He hadn’t expected Baili Dao’s real motive was to offer him a position!

If Wu Wang had been an ordinary player, he might’ve teared up and joined the Bureau right then.

Too bad—he wasn’t an ordinary player.

“Brother Baili, I appreciate the gesture, but I don’t need the contract.” Wu Wang smiled and handed the contract back, then turned to the three bewildered freelancers. “Do you really think you can kill me easily?”

“First, find out who I am. You don’t think this is my real face, do you?”

No sooner had he spoken than his skin began to melt.

His body grew taller, and even the front of his bulletproof vest swelled, nearly bursting the buttons.

Before everyone’s stunned eyes,

he transformed from a clean-cut boy into a stunning young woman—voluptuous figure, exquisite, alluring face—unforgettable at a glance.

“Hehehe, I’ve got many more faces for you to choose from. Which one do you want to see?” Wu Wang’s movements turned graceful, seductive.

Even her laugh was refined—she lifted a hand to gently brush her luscious lips, her hips slightly arched, the pants outlining a perfect half-circle, leaving the others parched and breathless.

But before anyone could reply,

Wu Wang instantly merged into the night—his skin now pitch-black, unmistakably a Black immigrant.

Thick lips, short hair, dreadlocks.

He covered his mouth with black hands and launched into an impromptu B-Box, adding, “Yo yo yo, I’m a rapper! S… Skr~”

In barely ten seconds,

the visual shock he delivered was more jaw-dropping than any dungeon trick.

“What… what is this?”

“Item? Or gear effect?”

“Damn it! He never showed us his real face from the start!”

The three freelancers’ faces twisted in frustration.

When they’d seen Wu Wang reject the Bureau’s offer, they’d secretly rejoiced.

Their greatest advantage had been their freedom to act without restraint—and knowing his true face, they could unmask him anytime.

Even if they couldn’t take his gear on the spot, later they could threaten his loved ones, his cherished things—

Old hands always had ways to crush a greenhorn.

But now, the roles had reversed.

His face—even his gender—could be fake. But their own faces? Real.

Their “unmasking” couldn’t lock onto a target.

He could hide in crowds, change his face, investigate them thoroughly, then lurk near their homes—or even replace their loved ones.

Shit! My lifeline!

“Brother Baili, don’t worry—I know China’s gun laws well. How could a regular guy like me get a real gun? Don’t believe me? Look.”

“It’s all fake…”

Pssss—

As soon as he finished speaking, Wu Wang aimed his gun at Baili Dao and pulled the trigger.

A stream of clear liquid shot from the barrel.

It splashed hard onto the other’s shoe.

“Which factory made this water gun so realistic?!” Baili Dao couldn’t help laughing.

At the same time, he exhaled in relief.

Although the other refused to join the Strange Affairs Bureau, his current attitude clearly showed goodwill toward the Bureau—he wouldn’t stand against them.

Whatever, it doesn’t matter if he won’t join.

As long as he doesn’t become an enemy.

“I’m off! I’m using Moon Step to find One Piece! See you all later!”

No sooner had he finished speaking than Wu Wang leapt high into the air.

He stomped again midair.

Double jump in midair!

Then he continued with triple, quadruple…

His entire figure slowly vanished along the distant horizon, his height now exceeding most building floors.

Baili Dao turned back to look at the three.

He was about to tell them not to provoke the other, but found only Shi Gandang and Qing He Yi Kan left before him.

“Shit! This bastard actually dared it!”

He snapped his head up, eyes locking onto the sky.

【Eagle Vision】 activated!

Just in time, he saw Tu Xing Sun’s short figure appear beside Wu Wang in midair, face twisted as he pulled out a pale blue dagger.

Clearly, this wasn’t an ordinary blade.

Likely some kind of equipment or item.

Its quality was probably low—maybe just 【Poor】 grade.

But since he pulled it out now, he clearly believed it could deliver a fatal blow to Wu Wang!

This damn bastard never had good intentions!

His whole bag was full of poison!

“Since I can’t settle accounts with you later… why not just kill you now? Hahaha!” Tu Xing Sun laughed wildly.

Leaving aside everything else, the equipment or item that had just continuously changed his body and appearance was at least a Premium-grade artifact.

He could tell it wasn’t an illusion—it was a real alteration of physique and appearance! That was a valuable item!

He would kill the man and seize the treasure.

Then hide it among the crowd.

He’d gotten a massive windfall!

Boom—

A thunderous crash echoed through the air.

The smile still lingered on Tu Xing Sun’s face, but a transparent, piercing wound now ran through his forehead—he was dead, beyond any doubt.

“Wuhu! Kennedy-style brain explosion!”

Wu Wang chuckled happily.

His right hand still held the M1911-style water gun, modeled after an American Smith & Wesson.

But his left hand now held a crude-looking AK-47, clearly not standard issue—more like a homemade version.

As for how he got it…

Wu Wang had plenty to say.

He’d secretly made it before becoming a Spirit Disaster player, just kept it hidden—now, with a player backpack, it was far easier to carry.

He hadn’t used it in Fuben mainly because brute force couldn’t solve the problem at Gaoshan High, and he hadn’t yet fitted a silencer; this thing was too noisy and would make him a target inside the Fuben .

“You thought I was selling what kind of medicine?”

“I’m selling gunpowder!”