Chapter 41: Yao Xing Academy 41 Part 1

[Generally speaking, after Tasker completes his task, they were automatically transported to the next Small World. However, if a Tasker wanted to temporarily stay in the original world, it was not impossible.]

“What method?”

[Very simple—exchange Points.] The System said, [But this behavior was not encouraged, so the Points spent would be quite exorbitant, calculated by the second. The Points he had earned in this world probably weren’t enough to support him staying here for even an hour.]

Xun Ji couldn’t help but rub his forehead. “What on earth was this guy thinking…”

“Young Master Xun! Young Master Xun!” Yan Qian hurried back to his side. “Come quick and look—that over there…”

“You arrived just in time,” Xun Ji interrupted him. “Go find Lin Yule for me right now.”

“Forget about Lin Yule for now,” Yan Qian pointed at the guest seats anxiously. “Lu Zhou’s grandparents are in trouble!”

A commotion stirred on the lawn as the guests in formal attire frowned and eyed a ragged, foul-smelling middle-aged man. Moments earlier, this man had argued with an elderly couple right in front of them and even struck them after they scolded him.

“Sir, you’re not on the guest list. Please come with us.” Security Guard stepped forward to shield the fallen elderly couple and gestured for the man to leave.

“Pah!” The middle-aged man spat on the ground. “Are you all blind? The one getting married is my son!”

“You’re not on the guest list,” the security guard repeated. “If you don’t cooperate, we won’t hold back.”

The elders on the ground helped each other up, suppressing their anger. “Lu Jianming, today is Little Zhou’s important wedding day. Don’t come here causing trouble!”

“Causing trouble? I’m here to attend my son’s wedding—how is that causing trouble?” Lu Jianming’s dull, turbid eyes widened slightly, his entire demeanor unnaturally manic. He pointed at the wedding photo suspended above by the Drone and twitched the sallow muscles on his face, as if desperately trying to play the role of a loving father.

“My son has achieved so much. Not only will I come, but I’ll also wait for Lu Zhou and that Little Young Master he’s marrying to kowtow and serve me tea together!”

“I’m afraid you’ll be disappointed.” Xun Ji sat in the wheelchair as Yan Qian pushed him forward, smiling at the man. “Today, the only elders from Lu Zhou’s family who were invited are his grandparents. Naturally, the tea-serving will be for them.”

He shot Yan Qian a look. Yan Qian understood and leaned in to whisper, “President Xun is probably confirming the proceedings with the emcee. I’ll go call him over right now.” With that, he unobtrusively slipped away from the crowd.

“You’re the Little Young Master marrying Lu Zhou?” Lu Jianming sized up Xun Ji with a hoarse voice. “A cripple, huh? No wonder you’d take a liking to Lu Zhou.”

“Sir, mind your words,” the security guard snapped sternly.

“Heh…” A mocking sneer crossed Lu Jianming’s sunken cheeks. “Letting Lu Zhou serve a cripple is fine, but it can’t be for nothing. Right, Little Young Master?”

Xun Ji had long known what kind of scum Lu Zhou’s father was. Gamblers like him were a lost cause—even if Xun Qian had cleared his debts, it was only treating the symptoms, not the root. He would inevitably sink into an even deeper abyss sooner or later.

With Lin Yule on his mind, Xun Ji had no time to tangle with him and just wanted to send the man away quickly. Politely, he said, “If you have any demands, you can talk to my bro—”

“Lu Jianming?” A head squeezed out from the crowd of onlookers. Luo Xunan stared in surprise at the hunched man. “You’re still alive?”

A flicker of suspicion flashed in Lu Jianming’s eyes. “Who are you?”

Luo Xunan inwardly cursed his habit of blurting things out without thinking, forcing an awkward laugh. “Nothing, I got the wrong person…”

“He’s the son of the casino owner you owe money to,” a sinister voice chimed in. “Does Mr. Lu not even recognize his own creditor anymore?”

“Yu Fangbai?!” Luo Xunan’s shock turned to fury. “What are you doing here?”

“Luo Xunan, looks like you’ve been out of the country too long and forgotten all us old friends.” Yu Fangbai flashed a malicious grin. “I’m Young Master Xun’s best man.”

“You…” Before Luo Xunan could make sense of the situation, a rough hand suddenly clamped down on his wrist.

“So it’s you.” A muffled laugh rumbled from Lu Jianming’s throat as thick malice overflowed from his eyes. “Talk about easy prey… You bloodsucking Devils—I’m going to deliver heavenly justice today!”

“What are you talking about?” Luo Xunan’s heart raced with unease. “Don’t do anything rash. I can—”

His voice cut off.

The lawn fell silent for a few seconds before terrified screams erupted.

“Murder! He’s killing someone!!”

The guests scattered in panic, trampling Swan Cakes into the dirt and splattering fine gowns with wine. The scene descended into utter chaos.

Luo Xunan’s gaze drifted downward, staring blankly at the Fruit Knife embedded in his abdomen. Lu Jianming yanked it out viciously, and as blood gushed forth, he plunged it back in even harder.

“Hahahahahaha!” Lu Jianming let out a rasping, mad cackle, hiking up his shirt with one hand. “You owe me! You turned me into this! I want you all to pay it back! Pay it all back!!”

A thick, gruesome scar snaked across Lu Jianming’s exposed abdomen, resembling a surgical mark.

“Weren’t you going to carve out my organs to settle the debt? Fine then—I’ll make your son taste the same pain!”