Chapter One Hundred Fifty: The Discipline of Evil

Wu Jue said calmly, “What’s the big deal? Do you really think I can’t be trusted?” He fixed his gaze on the two, applying pressure. When he saw they remained unmoved, he smiled and said, “Alright, since you’re so persistent, I suppose you’re qualified. I was only testing you.”

He patted both of them on the shoulders, subtly injecting a pulse of true energy into their bodies. Just as they secretly relaxed, they suddenly staggered and collapsed to the ground as if drunk.

Wu Jue sneered contemptuously, stepping over their bodies to push open the door.

Inside was a collection of various supplies, including many heavy weapons. Wu Jue shed his outer cloak and began gathering the items.

He first grabbed a travel bag, tossed in a dozen timed grenades and bombs, then picked up seven or eight pistols and dozens of magazines, placing them all inside.

Finally, he slung two AK rifles over his back, carried a shotgun in his hand, and climbed onto the travel bag. He took out a lighter, leisurely lit a cigarette, and just as he finished drawing the smoke, he flicked the lighter onto the shelf, instantly igniting a large blaze.

Turning to leave, Wu Jue ran into a burly figure standing at the doorway, rifle in hand — none other than one of Ren Tiancheng’s bodyguards.

The two had only briefly met before and didn’t even know each other’s names. Now, facing off on a narrow path, no explanations were necessary — they both understood the situation.

“You traitor!” the bodyguard spat, firing a burst of bullets immediately.

Wu Jue dodged deftly, using the rising flames behind him as cover, breaking through the window and leaping out.

Suspended midair, he grabbed the window ledge, swung himself down, and vaulted into a second-floor room.

Inside, a startled scream rang out. Wu Jue brushed away the shards of broken glass above him and glanced around.

It was Yang Ming’er with a bodyguard, engaged in an adult game. Looking into their terrified eyes, Wu Jue raised his hand and said, “It’s nothing, wrong door.”

Before they could react, he opened fire, killing Yang Ming’er and her lover on the bed before they even had a chance to escape.

Calmly pushing open the door, Wu Jue walked out. Outside, the revelry continued unperturbed, laughter and music echoing throughout the resort.

Wu Jue looked up to see a young man dressed like a wealthy heir, shamelessly flirting with women in the corridor, surrounded by bodyguards whose sole purpose seemed to be protecting these privileged individuals.

The world had ended, yet did wealth and power still grant some the freedom to live carelessly?

Silent, Wu Jue approached a couple in front of him — he recalled hearing about the man earlier, a famous singer from a popular talent show, and the woman beside him, a known internet celebrity.

Wu Jue greeted them with a wicked smile: “Hey! Look over here!”

Bang! A shot rang out, and before the smile could freeze on the man’s face, bullets riddled it mercilessly.

Chaos erupted in the corridor. Bodyguards lunged at Wu Jue. “Six, what are you doing? Are you crazy?”

“Who’s Six? You must be seeing things!” Wu Jue snapped back, pulling a grenade from his bag. He bit off the pin and hurled it forward.

Terrified, several bodyguards scattered, but it was too late; the explosion tore through them, leaving a gruesome scene.

“Killing has officially begun!” Wu Jue tore off his facial disguise, revealing his true face.

He began planting timed bombs along the corridor, preparing for a final show when the countdown ended.

The noise spread throughout the resort. The opponent from the second floor rushed down, firing several shots at Wu Jue as he arranged the explosives.

Sensing the attack, Wu Jue tossed a grenade and dashed into another room.

Inside, Sister Zhao lay naked on the bed with a female star, engaged in some unknown act.

Wu Jue noted their pale faces, both frozen in shock as they curled up together.

“What are you doing? Don’t come any closer!” one cried.

“I’m not coming over,” Wu Jue said coldly, eyeing Sister Zhao’s appearance with disdain. “I can’t stand to look at you like that.”

He pulled out a grenade and tossed it onto the bed without pulling the pin.

The two women jumped in panic, nearly hurling the grenade away, but Sister Zhao quickly realized the safety wasn’t off and grabbed it fiercely.

“Don’t make a move, or we’ll die together,” she warned.

Wu Jue didn’t even glance at her. Instead, he set a timed bomb on the table, activated it, and just as the door burst open, he slipped out the window and fired a burst of bullets back into the room.

Almost simultaneously, when Sister Zhao threw the grenade, a bullet struck the pin, detonating it in a violent explosion.

The blast sent two intruders flying backward.

Wu Jue didn’t return to the resort but landed on the ground, calmly picking up grenades and tossing them through the upstairs windows.

This resort, a den of countless dark secrets, was destined to be destroyed.

Wu Jue laughed wickedly into the night.

The bodyguards tasked with guarding the place were aghast. The infamous Boss Jie appeared, recently surfaced, and demanded, “Who are you? How dare you come here and cause trouble?”

“Who I am, haven’t you figured out yet?” Wu Jue laughed wildly. “You seem skilled — want to come down and trade a few moves?”

Without hesitation, the man leapt from the second floor and charged at Wu Jue.

Wu Jue recognized his opponent’s hard qigong training and a fighting style leaning toward Bagua. Landing smoothly, he moved with the Yin-Yang Fish technique.

He opened fire immediately.

The opponent dodged and counterattacked. A fierce gun battle erupted on the spot.

Wu Jue’s skill with firearms grew ever sharper. The opponent was no pushover either, and as their distance closed, they engaged in close combat.

Seeing his rival close in, Wu Jue drew a pistol from his backpack and fired a spinning bullet.

The opponent reacted swiftly, blocking the shot with his machine gun, which cracked under the impact. He discarded the broken gun, pulled out a Type 54 pistol, and fired two rapid shots at Wu Jue’s chest, then lunged forward with a kick.

Wu Jue was cornered with nowhere to dodge.

Yet, with astonishing agility, he leaped into the air five meters high, soaring over his opponent’s head like a great eagle.

Boss Jie saw his chance and changed direction, dropping to the ground and firing three shots while aiming at Wu Jue’s airborne figure.

Wu Jue, midair, fired back once. The powerful blast deflected three incoming bullets and sent them flying back toward his opponent.

The bullets formed a semicircular arc, striking Boss Jie repeatedly.

Before he could react, Wu Jue landed, drew a dagger, and plunged it deep into Boss Jie’s throat.

The man collapsed instantly, dead on the spot.

Wu Jue turned to face the bodyguards who appeared behind him and shouted, “Come on!”

***

Meanwhile, in Ren Tiancheng’s room, he and Zhu Yibiao were in a tense meeting.

Faced with the situation at the resort and the current state of Ning City, both men sensed danger looming.

“A Dan’s failure is simply unbelievable,” Ren Tiancheng said, smoking.

Zhu Yibiao replied, “Don’t you think things became unusual ever since Ah Hu and Boss Cheng came asking for help?”

He sneered coldly, analyzing, “It’s not just Boss Cheng who’s problematic; Ah Hu’s probably in deep trouble too.”

Ren Tiancheng thought for a moment, then said, “Then bring them both here. We’ll interrogate them properly.”

Just as they were about to order their bodyguards into action, the door was pushed open. Ah Hu and A Dan walked in side by side.

“I think there’s no need,” Ah Hu said. “We’ll stay right here, and you two can ask us whatever you want.”

Ren Tiancheng’s expression darkened. Was this an attempted rebellion?

He slammed the table angrily. “A Dan, how could you mess things up like this? Are you planning to rebel with Ah Hu?”

Ah Hu and A Dan rushed forward, each grabbing Ren Tiancheng and Zhu Yibiao and pinning them down.

“Enough, boss. Stop talking nonsense. Today is your last day, and you’re still in the dark, huh?”

Zhu Yibiao, pressed against the table, cried out in pain, “Take it easy! Why are you so rough? Have I ever treated you unfairly? What rebellion are you talking about?”

“Unfair?” Ah Hu sneered. “I have nothing to do with you two. To be clear, the old boss once stole my woman.”

He was referring to Yang Ming’er.

As for A Dan, also known as A Wen, he smiled and said, “Actually, I’m not A Dan. A Dan is already dead!”

Then the two launched their attack.

The two bosses, usually well-maintained physically, were badly beaten and endured great suffering.

Ah Hu asked, “Where’s your secret stash? Hand it all over. Right now, we’re just beating you up, but when Wu Jue arrives, it won’t be so easy.”

“Wu Jue, he’s here?” Ren Tiancheng asked in confusion.

Ah Hu laughed, “He came early. The one impersonating Six is him.”