Chapter 239: Elegant, and Crazy

This sudden scene left everyone’s minds blank.

Since the lights went out, everything happening before their eyes had been assaulting their cognition, leaving their brains essentially in a state of shutdown. As the "drumbeat" of the violin smashing into the skull rang out, they finally managed to recover, and the most primitive and intense fear surged into their hearts!

"A madman... it’s a madman from the Twilight Society!!"

"The Prosecutor has been possessed by [Spade 6]!! Run!!"

"I don't want to die... I don't want to die!!!"

“……”

The terrified screams shook Old Man Ding to his core. Several reporters around him bit the bullet, scrambled to their feet, and rushed toward the door. But when he tried to move, he couldn't muster any strength. A warm stream flowed between his legs; he had been scared into incontinence on the spot.

It was also at this moment that Old Man Ding saw the figure holding the violin, looking like a demon, disappear again. Like a ghost, he caught up to the fleeing crowd one by one and smashed them all to the ground.

Successive explosions rang out. Within a few short seconds, Old Man Ding had become the only person in the hall who remained conscious.

Scarlet blood flowed silently in the hall. The man walked slowly among the groaning maggots, casually overturning the table full of candles. The flickering flames ignited the news drafts flying in the air, and fire butterflies that fed on slander and framing filled the hall!

*Creak— Creak—*

The man rested the shattered, blood-stained violin on his chin, and the long bow played a weird, chaotic movement again. With every step he took, a reporter had their hand bones crushed, letting out shrill, painful wails.

Amidst the flying fire butterflies and blood-red reflections, primitive violent aesthetics intertwined with the eerie musical performance, sublimating to the extreme.

Half a piece of music later, all the reporters present had their hands crippled, never to be able to write another word in their lives. The excruciating pain caused them all to lose consciousness... In Old Man Ding’s terrified gaze, the figure elegantly playing the violin had already crossed the hall and arrived before him.

*Hum—!*

As a violin string snapped with a harsh hum, the eerie piece of music came to an abrupt end!

The embers of the fire butterflies vanished into the pool of blood, and the bright hall slowly plunged into darkness again. Old Man Ding witnessed that face gradually sink into the shadows, issuing a question that seemed to come from the underworld:

"...Did I play well?"

Old Man Ding couldn't say a word. His teeth were chattering crazily. Everyone around him looked like they had been trampled to death, and he knew he would definitely be next...

Perhaps it was the explosion of potential between life and death, but Old Man Ding let out a scream, and with strength from who knows where, he scrambled up from the ground and rushed toward the corridor without looking back.

This time, Chen Ling did not stop him.

He watched Old Man Ding’s retreating back, a playful smile curling at the corner of his mouth. He wouldn't let Old Man Ding off so easily, because the man still had a shred of utility.

Chen Ling tore off the "Fang Lichang" face, walked unhurriedly through the deathly pool of blood, went to the door, picked up the camera on the table, and casually pressed the shutter, aiming at the hall behind him and the blood-red [Spade 6] on the ground.

*Click—*

The flash of the magnesium light lit up the dark hall for an instant.

Chen Ling then dragged all the unconscious people out of the room, loaded them into the carts used for transporting food, glanced at the empty hall, and elegantly and lightly closed the door for them.

……

Meli Hotel, side entrance.

A group of thugs squatted in the cold wind, shivering.

"Boss, you called us here in the middle of the night to wait. What kind of job is this?"

"Yeah... at this hour, even the dogs are asleep!"

"Isn't this a high-end hotel? The person we’re going to beat this time, it wouldn't be some big shot, would it?"

“……”

Several thugs rubbed their frozen red hands while asking suspiciously. The thug boss squatted on a large rock, a cigarette in his mouth, also frowning as he looked at the dark hotel in front of them.

"Just stay put. We aren't beating anyone today!"

"Not beating anyone? Then what are we here for?"

The thug boss was about to say something when a figure dressed in a waiter’s uniform slowly walked out from the side entrance... He squinted and looked hard, realizing it was that reporter Lin Yan, and his whole spirit perked up.

"Boss, I did as you said and called everyone here!" the thug boss said, walking up.

"Hmm." Chen Ling said lightly. "Take the people in these carts back, find a place to tie them up. If you see anyone waking up, just knock them out with a club. Wait until seven o'clock tomorrow morning, then release them on time. Understand?"

The thug boss was stunned. He had been in this business for so long, and this was the first time he’d encountered a kidnapping with so many requirements... even the release time was calculated?

Chen Ling casually took out some banknotes from his pocket and handed them to the thug boss. "The payment for the last job and the payment for this one are all here. Take it, and tell your men to keep their mouths shut."

When the thug boss saw the amount on the banknotes, his eyes widened into circles. He immediately said:

"Bo... Boss, these two little jobs aren't worth this much money..."

"Keep the change."

Chen Ling waved his hand. He glanced in the direction Old Man Ding had left, his eyes narrowing slightly.

"Get to work. I have other things to deal with..."

His figure gradually disappeared at the end of the street.

Watching Chen Ling’s retreating back, the thug boss only had the words "we hit the jackpot" in his mind. A subordinate walked up, saw the amount on the banknotes, and also widened his eyes in disbelief.

"Boss, this boss is too generous... can we take this money?"

"Take it! Why wouldn't we?"

"Didn't you say that in the underworld, you have to be honest, and not take what you shouldn't..."

"That’s when we’re demanding payment from others. This time, the boss gave us a tip voluntarily. Can you compare the two??"

The thug boss solemnly tucked the banknotes into his pocket, looked at the carts, and stepped forward to remove the tablecloth covering them... Seeing the ten miserable-looking figures squeezed together inside, his heart skipped a beat.

"Good heavens, what kind of background does this boss have? He’s so ruthless!" the subordinate beside him said, his face full of shock.

"Don't ask about things you shouldn't." The thug boss slapped him.

"Get to work, all of you! Do this job beautifully for me. The boss said they can't wake up, so not a single one of them can wake up! Don't sleep tonight, just stand by with your clubs. If you see anyone showing signs of waking up, give them a couple of whacks first. Understand?"

"Understood!!"