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The Counterattack Plan of A Villain With Ten Thousand Fans - Chapter 313
🕑 Added 2024-04-17 16:19:32 +0000 UTCChapter 313
Because Chu Yun died early, the killing array wasn't fully activated. Additionally, since it was inherently incomplete, aside from causing many people in the old city district to faint from the murderous aura, it miraculously resulted in no casualties. Interestingly, after Chu Yun's death, he vanished without a trace.
As the dense fog dispersed, the moon gradually peeked out from the clouds, and the streetlights alongside the road lit up, instantly restoring vitality to the otherwise silent city, which was usually a crowded place in the city center.
Ling Chunann had parked his car in a tricky spot earlier, right at the exit of a narrow alley, taking up most of the road. Now, many pedestrians, inconvenienced by this, squeezed out while complaining about the disorderly parking.
Qi Yang had just placed Ling Chunann’s bag in the driver’s seat when someone suddenly patted him on the shoulder, "Kid, move the car, you're blocking my boss’s way."
It was a yellow-haired young man with an explosive hairstyle, his lips curled in a cocky arc, a cigarette dangling from his mouth. Behind him stood a group of similarly rowdy hoodlums. The 'boss' he referred to was a two-meter tall man with a fierce look, braving the cold in only a leather jacket unzipped to reveal a ferocious tattoo on his chest muscles.
Noticing the aggressive aura of the man, a gleam flashed in Qi Yang's eyes.
"What are you looking at? Move the car now, or believe me, I'll smash it soon," the hoodlum waved his fist but eventually did not smash the car. Luxury cars, even if understated in appearance, were too costly to damage carelessly.
Qi Yang silently nodded, got into the driving seat, and started the car. The hoodlum swaggered triumphantly. How impressive was a luxury car driver now? He still got scared away by him. Just as he was gloating, he suddenly saw his boss walking towards the front, "Boss, what's wrong?"
As the car drove by, a gleam of insight flashed in He Feng's eyes, "Chase that car."
The hoodlums responded, "Yes, boss!"
"Host, it’s He Feng," 098 spoke, "He just saw the Illusory Plume on the protagonist. The protagonist must have intentionally shown it to him! He’s up to no good!"
He Feng, originally the protagonist's adversary, was a minor boss and a necromancer antagonist. According to the plot, he was supposed to appear two days later. The reason for their conflict was his desire for a treasure on the protagonist, the Illusory Plume, intending to kill for it. He was almost successful, but then Xia Lingyan saved the protagonist, and the protagonist killed him in return.
Xia Lingyan died by his hand, so 098 was eagerly reminding its host.
"Understood." Ling Chunann responded calmly.
Qi Yang parked the car not far from a hotel entrance, glanced at the two inexplicably sleeping girls in the back seat, decided against waking them now, draped a coat over the “severely injured and unconscious” Ling Chunann, thought for a moment, then took out a bottle of liquor, gulped down a few swigs, and also poured some on Ling Chunann’s clothes before helping him into the hotel.
The hotel clerk approached, hesitating upon seeing Ling Chunann leaning on Qi Yang, "Sir, this person..."
"He's my brother, drunk," Qi Yang adjusted Ling Chunann upwards, "We have a room booked, room 3310. Please give me the key card; I'll take him up."
Smelling the alcohol on Qi Yang, the clerk did not doubt and promptly handed over the key card, "Alright, sir, do you need help getting him upstairs?"
"No need."
Upon reaching the room, Qi Yang threw Ling Chunann on the bed, unconcerned whether his wounds were pressed or not, and then headed downstairs.
Minutes later, Ling Chunann opened his eyes, sat up, walked to the window, and formed a hand sign. A black, inconspicuous paper crane flew from his fingertips, passing through the window and disappearing into the distance.
Ling Chunann’s wounds were completely healed. He looked at the sticky blood and smell of alcohol on him, grabbed a set of clothes, and headed to the bathroom, thankful that the protagonist had remembered to bring his bag when he came up.
After settling the two girls, Qi Yang returned to the room and was startled not to find Ling Chunann on the bed. He then heard the sound of water from the bathroom, and a wave of frustration hit him. This guy didn't forget his cleanliness even when injured.
Ling Chunann leisurely finished his bath, steam clinging to his hair as he walked out of the bathroom. Seeing Qi Yang standing rigidly in the middle of the room, he
asked, “You want to take a bath?” Then he glanced at Qi Yang's empty hands, “You forgot to bring your luggage up, I don’t like others wearing my clothes, but there are towels in the bathroom; you can make do with those.”
Qi Yang: “…”
098 assured that it saw Qi Yang’s mouth twitch; the host was too composed.
Under Ling Chunann’s watchful eye, Qi Yang dumbfoundedly walked towards the bathroom, almost reaching the door before turning around, his tone ominously low, “Were you pretending just now?”
Ling Chunann, looking innocent, pointed at his pale, slightly blue face, “I was seriously injured.” He then extended his hand, “Don’t believe me? You can check.”
Qi Yang looked at the sharply fanged corner of Ling Chunann's mouth, unsure whether to believe his story but definitely regretting not taking the chance to kill him when he was immobilized. He finally turned and entered the bathroom.
098: “Host, threatening him like this, aren’t you afraid of provoking him?”
“Did I threaten him?” Ling Chunann countered.
It was more than a threat; it was nearly a deadly one. “Host, are you very hungry?” He had been well-fed by Han Fulin that morning before leaving; why was he hungry so soon?
“A little,” Ling Chunann licked his slightly itchy fangs but eventually retracted them.
Meanwhile.
In an abandoned factory, a group of hoodlums gathered, with He Feng sitting at the head, listening to the monthly reports from his subordinates. His mind drifted to the side profile he had glimpsed earlier, feeling a burst of heat. Suddenly, his phone rang, “Monkey, what’s up?”
“Boss, that car is parked in the Hongyuan Hotel garage.”
After hanging up, he pushed away a heavily made-up woman leaning into him, stood up, and announced, “The meeting is postponed to the day after tomorrow, Liu Zi, come with me.”
Half an hour later, a speeding van stopped at the Hongyuan Hotel entrance. He Feng stepped out briskly, but after a few steps, he turned back, checked his reflection in the rearview mirror, spit on his buzz cut, thought for a moment, then took out sunglasses from the back seat, “Liu Zi, how do I look?”
“Boss, still imposing, but what are you doing?” Liu Zi stammered, wasn’t the boss here to teach that impudent kid a lesson? Why was he suddenly fixing up his look?
“Didn’t I tell you? I’m here to meet your sister-in-law.” He Feng puffed up his muscular chest, which, combined with his two-meter height, made him look especially formidable.
“Sister-in-law?” Liu Zi was shocked.
“Yes, she’s so beautiful, truly the goddess of my dreams, I fell in love with her the moment I saw her,” He Feng clutched his chest, his eyes filled with infatuation, passionately confessing.
“Boss, are you possessed?” Liu Zi stepped back in horror, then turned and ran, “Not good! The boss is possessed!”
He Feng spat out in disgust, grabbed Liu Zi back in two steps, his expression ferocious, “Do I look like I’m possessed?”
“Even more so, woo woo woo, please spare me, ghost sir,” Liu Zi was terrified.
He Feng threw Liu Zi to the ground, who then rolled and crawled to a few hoodlums who had come out to greet their boss, and vividly described how terrifying the possessed boss was.
He Feng adjusted his clothes again, still not quite satisfied with his look, then turned to a few hoodlums nervously holding sticks, instructing them, “You guys stay here tonight, no, just stay at the hotel entrance, keep an eye on the people in that car, wait until I change into better clothes to pick up my wife.”
The hoodlums bowed together, “Yes, boss!”
“Host, He Feng appeared downstairs at the hotel just now, but he left soon after,” 098 reported, “But it seems he wasn’t here to steal the protagonist’s treasure, it seems he has other plans. I’ve captured the hotel entrance surveillance, would you like to see it?”
“Send it over,” Ling Chunann said.
At that moment, the bathroom door opened, and Qi Yang casually wrapped in a towel sat opposite Ling Chunann on the couch, “Let’s talk.”
Ling Chunann yawned, looking at Qi Yang, “What is it?”
“Don’t be nervous, I mean you no harm,” Qi Yang smiled.
098: “...” Where did he see the host being nervous? He was nearly relaxed enough to fall asleep. It then sensed an energy fluctuation, hastily speaking, “Host, please be careful, this missioner has a lie detector, he can detect if you’re lying.”
Ling Chunann pro
pped himself up with the blanket, “You say.”
“I killed Chu Yun, the woman you fought earlier, not because she was a missioner, but because she used the entire city as a sacrifice, which was too cruel,” Qi Yang’s eyes were full of pity, “You’re so smart, you must have figured it out already.”
Ling Chunann nodded, feigning outrage, “Yes, such a vicious woman deserved to be killed!”
Qi Yang then asked, “Do you know what I showed you two months ago?”
“I don’t know,” Ling Chunann honestly replied, he truly didn’t know what it was before Qi Yang showed it to him.
After confirming the correctness of Ling Chunann’s answer, Qi Yang seemed pleased, but his expression turned serious, “Here’s the thing, I had the system look up a lot of data these past two months, and finally traced the origin of that thing.”
“What is it?”
“As special missioners, you should know the importance of our identities. If other missioners discover us and don’t recognize their identities, we become moving targets, possibly killed by unknown opponents at any moment,” Qi Yang paused here, seeing Ling Chunann nod before continuing seriously, “And obtaining that thing can identify missioner identities. It’s a bug. If we leave it in this world, even if we complete the mission, this world will collapse, and we’ll be punished too.”
“Host, don’t listen to his nonsense. The Soul-binding Device can directly crush a missioner’s soul, it’s more than just identifying identities,” 098 spoke angrily.
“You told me before, I remember well,” Ling Chunann replied.
“...I’m just a bit afraid you’d be fooled.”
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome, host, it’s my duty.”
“...”
After a lengthy discussion about the dangers of that thing, Qi Yang concluded, “I know how to destroy it, but I need to retrieve it, and you have a good relationship with Teacher Han, so I’d like to ask for your help.”
Sincere and earnest eyes, along with a face that made him easy to trust, and saintly rhetoric, if Ling Chunann were still eighteen, he definitely would have believed him, but unfortunately, he has lived many sets of eighteen years by now. Nevertheless, he still put on a serious and conflicted expression, pondering for a while before asking, “Will the world really collapse?”
“Yes, the data really says so.”
“Can you really destroy it?”
“I’m not sure, but I can try,” Qi Yang didn’t immediately guarantee.
Ling Chunann thought for a while longer, finally speaking, “Actually…”
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