Chapter 350: What a Rolling Red Dust

Although Chen Ling couldn't use his skills, the physical enhancement from [Blood Robe] remained. This strength was simply not something a middle-aged, overweight Supervisor Sun could contend with. He pushed a few times, but the door didn't budge.

Supervisor Sun looked at Chen Ling outside the door, a bad premonition in his heart. Just as he was about to shout, a hand covered his mouth like lightning.

"Get in."

Chen Ling grabbed his head with one hand, forced him back into the room, and then slammed and locked the door.

Only then did Chen Ling see the true state of the office.

The office was about a hundred square meters. In the middle was a meticulously polished wide mahogany desk, and behind it was a massive bookcase. However, there were no books on it; instead, it was filled with various antiques and gold ornaments, dazzling and distracting.

But these weren't the point. The key was that in the deepest part of the office, there was a 2.5-meter round bed, which was currently in complete disarray, as if it had just experienced a chaotic battle.

Beside the round bed was a wardrobe, currently half-open, hanging with various styles of women's uniforms that were enough to make one's blood boil. At the bottom were piles of whips, candles, and other rare items Chen Ling had never seen before.

Chen Ling's eyebrows raised slightly.

A mere supervisor... he sure plays wild.

"Wooooo!!!" Supervisor Sun's mouth and nose were covered by Chen Ling. He beat Chen Ling's arm desperately with both hands, his neck turning bright red, as if he were suffocating.

Chen Ling pushed hard, forcing him to fall backward and land on the chair in front of the desk, where he began to cough violently.

Chen Ling walked around the room again and found an old-fashioned film camera under the bed. Although it wasn't as professional as the equipment he used when he was a reporter, it was enough for daily photography.

"What... what do you want?" Supervisor Sun's arrogance had clearly diminished significantly. He looked at the red-clad Chen Ling wandering around his office, his eyes full of terror.

Chen Ling didn't answer. After playing with the camera for a while, he tossed it back onto the bed and continued to wander around the room.

This nonchalance, wandering around as if he were in his own home, was even more chilling in the silence. It was like a robber breaking into a house and then casually fiddling with the flowers and plants in front of the owner—it was more terrifying than just smashing things up and leaving.

"Judging by your attire, you're a contestant for today's preliminary audition, right?" Supervisor Sun swallowed, trying his best to calm down. "Let me tell you... I'm one of the judges for this audition. You'd better be sensible, otherwise..."

"Otherwise what?" Chen Ling replied calmly.

"Otherwise, you'll never be able to pursue an acting career in your life! You'll be stuck in these broken towns forever, living your life like an ant! And let me tell you, I have connections among the police. If you mess with me, I can make your whole family suffer!"

The more Supervisor Sun spoke, the more confident he became. His voice wasn't as shaky as before, as if he had regained his power and confidence.

Chen Ling couldn't help but chuckle.

"You dare to laugh?" Supervisor Sun's eyes widened.

He saw the figure in red walking slowly toward him and subconsciously shrank back. Just by meeting Chen Ling's gaze, the confidence he had just built up dissipated by more than half.

"Where is the performance registration list for the opera troupes?"

Supervisor Sun asked subconsciously, "What do you want that for?"

Chen Ling glanced at him coldly. The latter stopped asking immediately, his eyes flickering, and he pointed to the drawer on the other side of the desk.

Chen Ling narrowed his eyes, leaned over, pulled open the drawer, and began to search.

Seeing Chen Ling expose his back to him, a fierce look appeared on Supervisor Sun's face. He fumbled to take a heavy jade toad from the bookshelf behind him, raised it high with both hands, and swung the hard, square base toward the back of Chen Ling's head!

Supervisor Sun used all his strength for this strike, and with the weight of the jade toad itself, it would definitely be fatal if it hit someone's head!

But Chen Ling seemed to have been prepared for this. The moment Supervisor Sun swung the jade toad, he dodged to the side, lightly avoiding the strike, and then grabbed a fountain pen from the desk, stabbing it into Supervisor Sun's throat like lightning!

The reversal happened too fast. Supervisor Sun never expected Chen Ling to react. The grimace and excitement of impending success still lingered on his face until his throat was pierced and blood gurgled out. Only then did terror and shock appear in his eyes.

He struggled with a whimper, raising his trembling hand to pull the pen from his throat, but before he could touch it, he collapsed to the ground.

Scarlet blood spread on the floor bit by bit. He stopped breathing completely.

Chen Ling glanced at the corpse with wide eyes on the floor and sighed deeply:

"It would have been so much better if you'd just given me the records..."

Chen Ling hadn't intended to kill anyone; he just wanted to find the troupe's registration information. But since Supervisor Sun had struck first with lethal intent, if Chen Ling didn't kill him, he would definitely make a scene, and Chen Ling wouldn't get the information and might even be surrounded by police.

Chen Ling stepped over Supervisor Sun's corpse expressionlessly and began searching in the drawers. After flipping through them for a while, he didn't find the so-called record list. It seemed this was just a trap Supervisor Sun had set to lure and kill him.

So, Chen Ling searched the entire room and finally found a locked metal cabinet in the corner of the bookcase, which seemed to be connected to the wall and couldn't be moved.

Chen Ling narrowed his eyes, stood up, searched Supervisor Sun's body for a while, finally found the key, and opened it.

The metal cabinet was more than half full, but most of it consisted of photos stacked together. Chen Ling picked out a few at random, and his eyebrows raised slightly...

These photos were all of bedroom backgrounds and group activities, clearly capturing the posture and appearance of every participant, from fourteen or fifteen-year-olds to those in their early thirties, stacked layer upon layer—there were about two hundred of them.

Chen Ling rubbed his chin with one hand, thoughtful.

He set these photos aside for the moment and took out several stacks of envelopes. After opening a few of the letters and scanning them, Chen Ling understood what was going on.

These envelopes mostly came from some fairly famous female stars, all of whom had come out of the nearby towns in their early years. There were even one or two who had already entered the Red Dust Main City. The content of these letters was Supervisor Sun using their bedroom photos as leverage to repeatedly demand large sums of money...

Some paid, some didn't. Those who paid were repeatedly blackmailed by Supervisor Sun, and those who didn't had their photos sent directly to their loved ones by Supervisor Sun, ruining their families.

Of course, there were also men among them. They made large remittances to Supervisor Sun in exchange for a spot to pass the two rounds of auditions. The most recent remittance was from a man named Wu Shaohua, and the amount was an astronomical figure for an ordinary family.

After finishing these letters and photos, Chen Ling looked at Supervisor Sun, whose eyes were wide open, and suddenly smiled:

"What a rolling red dust."