33. Filial Piety and Kindness of the Father
“How beautiful this flesh is~ But why does such a lovely face always hide a wicked heart?… Women like you with tattoos deserve to die, just like her. You all deserve to die!!!”
A light drizzle began to fall from the sky.
The serial killer retracted his tentacles, while Wen Han fell to the ground like a broken doll.
He approached step by step, the tentacles in mid-air writhing and swaying menacingly.
“Accept my judgment!!!”
Boom—!
A bolt of lightning suddenly exploded from the clouds.
The serial killer lunged instantly but was abruptly stunned.
“Who?!”
Boom—!
In a flash, the lightning about to vanish was drawn down by some force, striking the serial killer with a loud thunderclap.
At the same moment, a tall figure flew over, drawing out a belt.
Whack!
Under the night sky, the brown belt instantly transformed into a sharp sword. As the serial killer looked up in disbelief, the long sword slashed his vision into pieces, as if a rainbow piercing through the sun.
“Light, Light Magic… Society!”
Boom!
Amidst the drizzle, a “bloody wave” erupted, and everything around suddenly returned to normal.
The severed tentacles writhed and twisted on the ground, then were crushed into mud by a pair of boots.
“The tattoo murderer has been killed. It should be a member of the Monster Alliance.”
Kneeling down to check the body on the ground.
From the shadows, the figure holding the walkie-talkie finally stepped out, looking up at where Wen Han had fallen.
“Hmm? Where is the victim?” he said, frowning in confusion.
Su Zeheng looked blankly at the empty alley, immediately falling into deep thought.
He looked left and right, until the walkie-talkie crackled again, snapping him back to reality in puzzlement.
“Um… Hurry over here. I’ve already called the police to secure the scene… Um… um…”
The call ended, and the walkie-talkie was tucked away.
He looked puzzled at the rain curtain before him, still seeing no one around.
…
“Mm…?”
Tentacles slowly climbed up his body, entering places never invaded before.
Fear instantly made Wen Han open her eyes and sit up abruptly.
Whoosh!
She sat up sharply, and the next second she saw Lin Wuju standing behind her with his hands behind his back.
“Hmm?… Hospital?” Wen Han looked around nervously, “Did you save me?”
“Yes.”
“…Silence for a moment, Wen Han regained her composure, “Lin Wuju, is this your doing?”
Lin Wuju shook his head, “Why do you think it’s me?”
“Remember, you sent that pig-headed monster to probe me last time.” Pulling back the blanket, Wen Han stood up, “This is how you treat your comrades?”
Lin Wuju stared silently, then chuckled, “You misunderstood. This really has nothing to do with the Recycling Station. These people belong to another organization, called the Monster Alliance.”
“Monster Alliance?” Wen Han sneered, “Why should I believe you? How do you explain the pig-headed monster incident?”
“What I said is true, so there’s no need for explanation. As for the pig-headed monster… it’s just a low-level demon I summoned with a summoning spell.” Lin Wuju sighed, “If I really wanted to kill you, do you think you could talk to me like this now?”
“Are you threatening me?”
“Yes.”
The room fell silent.
After calming down, Wen Han pondered for a moment and continued, “What is the Monster Alliance?”
“Their goals are similar to ours, but they’re too brutal and low-class.” Lin Wuju showed disdain, “We reclaim souls through civilized means, while they…”
“Civilized?” Wen Han sneered, “Go on.”
Lin Wuju glanced at her, “The Demon King has two sons. One is the owner of all Recycling Stations, advocating non-violation of magic laws, making the Light Magic Society helpless yet achieving their goals; the other is the owner of the Monster Alliance, advocating violent means to plunge the world into darkness.”
“…If what you say is true, aren’t the Recycling Station and the Monster Alliance the same?”
“No.” Lin Wuju shook his head, “The relationship between the two sons isn’t harmonious, even can be understood as… more hostile than enemies.”
“Oh?” Wen Han frowned, “Why?”
“You don’t need to know. It’s not something we servants should discuss.”
“You’re a servant, but I’m not.” Wen Han flicked her hair, “I only ask you this: If I encounter members of the Monster Alliance in the future, how do I protect myself?”
“Learn magic.” Lin Wuju turned around, “The Monster Alliance and the Recycling Station are competitors and enemies. They advocate indiscriminate chaos, targeting the Light Magic Society, the Recycling Station, or ordinary people. So, if you join the Recycling Station and learn stronger black magic, you won’t have to worry about this problem.”
Wen Han fell silent, sitting back on the bed.
“If I don’t?” she suddenly spoke.
“Then…” Lin Wuju smiled slightly, “I’ve said I’ll respect your choice.”
The room fell silent, and after a while, he suddenly remembered something, “By the way, your phone.”
“Hmm?”
Taking the phone from him, Wen Han questioned, “How did my phone end up in your hands?”
“It must have dropped during the fight. I picked it up for you.”
“Is that so?” Wen Han’s cold smile, “So I should thank you?”
Lin Wuju remained composed, “You’re welcome.”
…
Late at night, in a nightclub in Star River City.
“Brother Long, why didn’t you pay any attention to us tonight?”
“Yeah, you usually love…”
“Get lost!” He pushed the woman and his friend beside him with a loud thud.
Drunk, Qin Long roared angrily, then sat down alone again.
“Darn it…”
Alcohol fueled his anger, thinking about how his dad coveted his woman, making him increasingly frustrated.
It wasn’t about whether he liked Wen Han or not, but about someone eyeing his woman.
Given Qin Long’s personality, he would absolutely not allow anyone to touch her!
Even women he was tired of or didn’t want were off-limits. If he saw her with another man, he would unhesitatingly have her new partner beaten up to show his “authority.”
Especially when the person eyeing his woman was his own father?
That old man… If I marry a wife in the future, will he try to…?!
The more he thought about it, the angrier he got. With a loud bang, he smashed the wine glass and stood up.
“Brother Long…?”
His friends and women hesitated to approach, only daring to cautiously console him.
Qin Long pushed everyone away, “If we don’t teach that old man a lesson, he might make me wear the horns?!!!”
“Brother Long? You…”
“Shut up!” His fists clenched and unclenched, Qin Long gritted his teeth and raised his head, “I’m going to beat up Qin Dafu. Are you coming with me?”
“What? Brother Long, you… You’re drunk, let me help you to…”
