Chapter Seventeen: An Encounter with a Ruffian

Wang Zixuan asked, “What did those underworld agents find out?”

The agent replied, “It seems to be connected to some kind of heretical sect. We hadn’t managed to investigate the specifics before they disappeared.”

“Have you contacted the Investigation Center? Do they have any clues?” Wang Zixuan pressed.

“No, the moment we discovered the problem, we reported it directly to you,” the agent answered.

“Alright, I understand. Go get in touch with the Investigation Center. Cooperate with them, get to the bottom of it, and resolve the issue. If anything comes up, call me.”

“Yes, sir!” the agent responded.

After hanging up, Wang Zixuan went upstairs, leaned against a chair, and drifted into sleep. Meanwhile, the agents and the Investigation Center busied themselves, mobilizing almost everyone across S Province. Yet not a single clue turned up—ghosts kept vanishing, and now even the living began to disappear. Panic was beginning to spread, but that was a story for another time.

Half-asleep, Wang Zixuan seemed to dream of a battlefield. Amidst the chaos, a war god with three heads and six arms, handsome beyond compare, charged relentlessly forward. His brothers followed close behind. Though vastly outnumbered, their spirits never faltered; even after suffering multiple wounds, they continued to wield their weapons defiantly at the enemy. The dream only broke when the handsome warrior’s head was severed, jolting Wang Zixuan awake.

Rubbing his eyes, Wang Zixuan muttered, “Why am I having this dream again? What on earth is going on?”

At that moment, someone knocked at the door.

“Come in,” Wang Zixuan called.

A beautiful woman entered, carrying a glass of milk.

Tang Tang said, “Zixuan, I heard sounds from your room and figured you were awake. Have some milk. You’ve got so much on your mind lately—what’s troubling you?”

Wang Zixuan replied, “Tang Tang, is something the matter?”

“No, I’m just concerned about you. Ever since Xiaowan’s incident, you haven’t smiled and your mind has been elsewhere. By the way, is Xiaowan’s issue resolved?”

“It’s taken care of. Are you free tonight? Come with me to the disco.”

Tang Tang laughed softly, “You said it—I can hardly refuse. It’s still early; why don’t we grab a meal first, stroll around, then head over?”

Both changed into fresh clothes, hopped into the supercar, and sped straight to the pedestrian street. Getting out, they attracted countless stares. Whether it was the dazzling supercar or the striking beauty of the pair, they commanded attention wherever they went. But neither paid it any mind—they’d grown used to such scenes.

As they reached the entrance of the mall, a group of seven or eight street thugs appeared as if from nowhere. Their leader’s hair was a riot of colors, sticking out like a feather duster. He neither stood nor sat properly, tilting his head and tapping his toes.

The ringleader sneered, “You two little beauties look pretty nice. Why don’t you come have a few drinks with your big brother? Let me show you a good time.”

His words sent the gang into fits of raucous laughter; two even whistled. Though the street was busy, not a single passerby stepped in to help.

This spectacle amused Tang Tang. Usually, they never bothered anyone—others should count themselves lucky. Yet today, someone dared to trouble them. Tang Tang’s smile only inflamed the thugs’ desire, and the leader brazenly reached out to put his arm around her.

Wang Zixuan’s temper flared—he was about to act, but Tang Tang stopped him. No one knew what trick Tang Tang used.

She smiled at the thugs and, with a strangely alluring voice, said, “Come on, come on. Aren’t you going to come over?”

The gang’s reaction was something to behold.