Chapter 10: Control Second One
In Da Jiang City, inside a villa in the suburbs.
Several men and women were drinking, chatting, and playing billiards under the flashing lights and music.
“I heard Wu Xun went to recruit a newcomer. It seems to be that guy who drove a taxi into the moat and didn’t die.”
Inside the bar counter, a man wearing casual clothes held a glass of strong liquor and shook it.
Ice cubes clinked crisply in the liquid as they swirled.
The female bartender with a ponytail vigorously shook the cup in her hand, and soon the shaking stopped.
The liquid inside the cup was poured into a wine glass, then pushed to the front of the bar counter.
A pale but delicate arm reached out to pick up the wine glass and brought it to red lips.
“Isn’t it good to have a newcomer joining?”
The woman in a red dress said with a charming smile.
The bright red made the woman the most conspicuous presence here.
“Good, of course good.”
“Why wouldn’t it be good? Perfect timing, I’ve had my eye on a sports car lately. It’s not expensive, just over thirty million.”
The one playing billiards was a young man with multicolored dyed hair.
After pocketing the black eight, the young man put away his cue, picked up the wine glass by the table, and downed it in one gulp.
He walked to the woman’s side with a grin and placed the wine glass on the bar counter.
“You like sports cars that much?”
The woman frowned, her nose twitching as a pungent, thick perfume scent wafted from the young man.
“Spray less perfume. This stuff is more nauseating than the corpse stench on you.” The woman shifted away, her face full of disgust.
The young man’s face stiffened, his gaze instantly darkening.
The man in casual clothes glanced between the two, chuckling.
“That’s not right. For people like us, having corpse stench is normal. Look at Wu Xun—he has corpse stench too. Even the president has it. Dare you say you don’t?” The young man stared coldly at the woman.
The woman glanced sideways at the young man, chuckled dismissively, full of disdain, too lazy to bother with him.
This look from the woman only made the young man angrier.
The man was still watching the show but didn’t dare to fan the flames.
One wrong word could offend both of them, and that wouldn’t be worth it.
So, he just watched.
Suddenly.
The door creaked open.
The three’s gazes instantly fell on the doorway.
Two people walked in, one of whom they all knew.
It was Wu Xun.
But the young man behind him, they didn’t know.
“Such a young little brother. Is this the newcomer you brought back?” The woman licked her lips, staring intently at Lin Qian.
“Come, little brother, have a drink with sister.”
Wu Xun frowned. “I still need to take him to see the president. You’d better not cause trouble.”
Hearing this, the woman furrowed her brows, seemingly thinking of something, then put on a pitiful expression:
“Alright then.”
Wu Xun said nothing and led Lin Qian toward the second floor.
The young man and the man both sized up Lin Qian, their gazes tinged with excitement, as if looking at prey walking into a trap.
The woman gazed at Lin Qian, touching her red lips, her mouth moving as if saying something.
Lin Qian understood what she was saying.
It was, little brother, come down later and drink together~!
Wu Xun glanced at the three, said nothing, and didn’t bother to warn.
Lin Qian remained silent and followed Wu Xun up to the second floor.
“You can stay away from them in the future.”
After going up to the second floor, those gazes finally disappeared.
And at that moment, Wu Xun couldn’t help but remind him.
Lin Qian didn’t ask why, just nodded.
He had no interest in asking why, because soon, there would be no need to ask.
Wu Xun led Lin Qian to the last room on the second floor.
Knock knock knock~!
“President, I’ve brought the person.” Wu Xun said seriously.
“Come in.”
A middle-aged man’s voice came from inside the room.
The room door opened, and Wu Xun led Lin Qian into the room.
“President.”
Inside the room, a middle-aged man sat on the sofa watching a ball game.
He faced away from them, without turning around.
“Come, sit.”
The middle-aged man beckoned.
Wu Xun quickly led Lin Qian to sit on the sofa next to the middle-aged man.
“You’re Lin Qian, right?” The middle-aged man took a puff of his cigar and casually looked at Lin Qian.
Lin Qian nodded. He wasn’t surprised that the other knew his name.
In this era of information transparency, checking someone’s name was simple.
“Your luck is pretty good.” The middle-aged man sized up Lin Qian and nodded.
Lin Qian chuckled. “You’re not the first to say my luck is good.”
“Oh? Is that so?” The middle-aged man narrowed his eyes slightly.
“Of course.”
Lin Qian nodded naturally. Wu Xun beside him was shocked, wanting to remind Lin Qian to be more respectful, but he didn’t dare.
“Can you answer me one question?”
Lin Qian suddenly said, “After all, I’m here to join the club.”
Hearing this, Wu Xun frowned. This kid, why so many questions?
“Interesting. Usually others answer my questions. Today is an exception.”
The middle-aged man was intrigued and wanted to hear what the kid would ask.
“Go ahead.” The middle-aged man gestured for Wu Xun not to mind.
Seeing the other didn’t care, Lin Qian smiled. “You’re really easygoing. Then I’ll ask.”
“Actually, my question isn’t a big deal. I just want to ask if there’s anyone behind you.”
As soon as Lin Qian asked this, the middle-aged man and Wu Xun were both stunned.
Wu Xun was puzzled. What did that mean? Someone behind the president?
Wu Xun looked behind the president. No one there.
But the middle-aged man’s pupils shrank. “What do you mean by that question?”
The middle-aged man now had a bad premonition.
He felt like something was about to happen.
Seeing the other’s reaction, Lin Qian immediately got the answer he wanted.
“Looks like there is one. But no worries, what you can do, there’s no reason I can’t.”
Lin Qian touched his chin and nodded.
The middle-aged man’s pupils suddenly contracted, thinking something was wrong.
But the next moment, Lin Qian looked up, completely changing his demeanor.
A white weird mask had somehow covered Lin Qian’s face.
A pitch-black eye without pupils opened on the mask, staring directly at the middle-aged man.
Wu Xun abruptly stood up. “What are you doing!”
But the next moment, his pupils shrank, his eyes full of shock and disbelief.
A terrifying supernatural force acted directly on the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man’s face instantly turned ashen.
The middle-aged man’s abdomen suddenly bulged, and then a ghastly pale hand tore through flesh and blood, extending from his abdomen.
Wu Xun felt liquid splash on his face, then saw the middle-aged man slump painfully against the sofa.
His head tilted, and he died instantly.
The moment the middle-aged man died, the arm that had extended from his abdomen weirdly retracted and disappeared.
The president of the Black Eight Club died just like that, without even using his ghost’s abilities before death.
Wu Xun stood frozen, his mind blank.
Lin Qian stood up, the eye on the mask casually glancing at Wu Xun before ignoring him.
He walked to the middle-aged man. “Trash like you dares to make me your dog?”
Lin Qian grabbed the middle-aged man’s neck, sensing the dormant fierce ghost inside him.
“Such a weak ghost, but it’ll do.”
Controlling this ghost would at least delay fierce ghost revival by more than three months.
Without hesitation, he directly chose to plunder.
The next moment, a flash of darkness passed.
Immediately after, the middle-aged man’s body rapidly withered, leaving only the upper body in its pre-death state.
Fierce ghost plunder successful.
But Lin Qian, who had plundered the fierce ghost, was momentarily stunned.
“This… directly stalled?”
After the plunder activated, Lin Qian immediately felt an extra ghost inside him.
The moment this ghost appeared, it began suppressing the supernatural power of the ghost performer mask.
Though this ghost’s terror level was very low, it steadily suppressed the ghost performer mask’s supernatural power, directly forming a balance.
Not only that, this ghost showed no sign of revival.
Not even the most basic restlessness.
Giving Lin Qian the feeling that it was completely under control.
“Directly stalled?”
Lin Qian was very surprised; he hadn’t expected this outcome.
His idea in controlling this ghost was just to suppress the ghost performer’s revival.
He was different from others. When controlling fierce ghosts, he didn’t need to worry about balance—as long as he could plunder, balance would form directly.
“Interesting.”
Lin Qian picked up the middle-aged man’s corpse. The killing pattern of this newly controlled fierce ghost was very lethal: one would be attacked if not looking at the fierce ghost’s eyes.
This directly complemented the ghost performer’s killing pattern.
His luck was simply unmatched.
He also understood why the middle-aged man had been facing away from them when they met.
“You… what did you do!”
Wu Xun finally came to his senses and quickly retreated several steps.
“What did I do? Can’t you see?”
The mask slowly disappeared, revealing Lin Qian’s expressionless face.
“If trash like him can be president, why can’t I, who’s stronger than him?”
“What he can do, I can do. What he can’t, I can too, and better.”
Lin Qian lifted the corpse and glanced at Wu Xun. “If you want to live, follow me.”
With that, he turned and walked toward the doorway.
Wu Xun’s expression fluctuated, the shock in his eyes slowly fading into fear.
A president stronger than all of them had died, just like that, without withstanding even one attack.
Wu Xun’s face alternated between pale and green. He looked at the young man carrying the president—no, the former president’s corpse—bit his teeth, and hurriedly followed.
Bang~!
A weird corpse was thrown down from the second floor.
