The Whole Family Are Villains, I’m the Group Pet 161

Chapter 161

Xing Nuo, his face delicate and pretty, his clothes cleaner than the other boys who were always rolling around in the dirt, was popular with the girls in his class.

The class monitor also liked him, often stopping by to chat with him while collecting homework or maintaining order.

She took Xing Nuo’s essay and, her pigtails bouncing, went to give it to the teacher.

An Zimuo, meanwhile, slumped in his chair, wiping his forehead, and sighed in relief.

“We got away with it.”

Xing Nuo also sighed and patted An Zimuo’s arm consolingly.

Classes in elementary school were longer, and lunch break wasn’t until noon.

As soon as Xing Nuo walked out of the school with his backpack, he saw Shen Baizhou waiting for him on his scooter, his long legs propped on the ground, beeping the horn.

Xing Nuo waved goodbye to his friends and ran towards his brother, who lifted him onto the scooter.

Xing Nuo, putting on his helmet, his eyes crinkling into a smile, asked:

“Big Brother, why you here?”

Shen Baizhou flicked the little leaves on Xing Nuo’s helmet and started the scooter.

“No class these days. Military training not tiring. Have time to pick you up.”

Military training was a piece of cake for him.

Xing Nuo, looking at his brother’s green camouflage uniform, reached out and touched it, giggling.

“Big Brother, you dwessed like Uncle Qi!”

Qi Yao loved wearing camouflage, usually pairing a camouflage pants with a white t-shirt, his own unique style.

Shen Baizhou hummed, and within minutes, they reached their complex.

“Everyone wears this for training.”

Xing Nuo, tilting his head, asked, “Uncle Qi also in military twaining?”

Shen Baizhou, not knowing how to answer, thinking of Qi Yao’s job, changed the subject.

Just then, Qi Yao emerged from their building, his arms crossed, and walked towards them.

“Who’s talking about me behind my back?”

Xing Nuo quickly covered his mouth, then, hearing Qi Yao’s chuckle, puffed out his cheeks and said:

“I no talk ’bout Uncle Qi!”

Qi Yao, his usual cheerful self, his mood lifting after teasing Xing Nuo, stretched and, noticing Shen Baizhou’s camouflage uniform, his expression turning slightly strange, asked:

“Your school having military training?”

Shen Baizhou, puzzled by the question, frowned slightly and nodded.

Qi Yao grinned and clapped him on the shoulder.

“Shen, you look good in camouflage. Interested in joining us after graduation?”

He was testing Shen Baizhou.

He didn’t think those two incidents were coincidences.

He had been comparing the two events, and besides Shen Baizhou’s presence at both, there were no other common factors.

Having been neighbors for years, he was only close to Xing Nuo, his relationship with the other members of the Shen family as distant as with any stranger.

He was usually friendly and easygoing, able to chat with anyone, but he couldn’t seem to connect with the Shens.

Shen Baizhou, his mind simple and straightforward, not suspecting anything, just shrugged.

“No, thanks.”

Qi Yao, pressing further, asked:

“You know what I do, right? Shen Baizhou, haven’t you encountered anything…strange at school?”

Shen Baizhou looked him up and down, his brow furrowed.

“You’re the strange one.”

He turned to Xing Nuo. “Xing Nuo, let’s go home. Lunchtime.”

Xing Nuo, looking at Uncle Qi, his strange behavior and words confusing, hummed and ran into the complex.

Lunch was prepared by Shen Yan, who had been working late, his face showing his exhaustion, but the meal was still delicious.

Xing Nuo, after finishing his food, took his bowl to the kitchen, rolling up his sleeves, and shooed his brother away.

“I wash dishes. Big Brother tired.”

Shen Yan, having had several sleepless nights, rubbed his forehead and didn’t argue.

“I’ll take a nap. Wake me up later, Xing Nuo. I’ll take you to school.”

Xing Nuo nodded and, standing on a stool, carefully washed the dishes.

He was drying them with a small cloth when a loud bang from outside startled him.

He almost dropped the bowl, his heart pounding, and quietly placed it on the counter.

He tiptoed to the door, instinctively not wanting to be heard, and peeked through the peephole.

Outside, several people in black, their faces covered, were pointing guns at Qi Yao, who was lying on the floor.

A small cake lay beside him, probably a gift for Xing Nuo. He must have been attacked the moment he reached their door.

Xing Nuo couldn’t hear what they were saying.

But he saw the shock and disbelief on Qi Yao’s face as he clutched his bleeding arm, a bullet wound.

Xing Nuo, holding his breath, his eyes wide with fear, his hand covering his mouth,

watched as Qi Yao, struggling to fight back, his hands crackling with electricity, was shot again in the leg.

Uncle Qi will die!

The men in black, their eyes cold and cruel, their faces devoid of emotion, seemed to enjoy the violence.

Xing Nuo, panicked, suddenly remembered something and ran to get the tablet from the living room.

Outside.

The players from Guild Zero One, looking down at Qi Yao, sneered.

“Surprised, Captain Qi? Didn’t expect to see us in the real world, did you?”

Qi Yao, his face a mask of shock and disbelief, asked:

“How did you get back?”

Players were only supposed to appear in dungeons.

Or, like Wen Xingxue and the actor’s brother, use props to temporarily materialize as invisible presences.

But these players, clearly not in a dungeon, were solid and visible!

“What kind of prop is this? Players can appear in the real world now?”

The players crouched down, patted Qi Yao’s face, and chuckled.

“A prop? We wouldn’t waste our points on something like that.”

Qi Yao felt a chill run down his spine. Had the barrier between the two worlds finally been broken?

How many players had returned?

The players, arrogant and disdainful, looked down at the powerless Qi Yao and said:

“You should know, the barrier between our worlds will eventually be broken. It’s only a matter of time.”

“And we are the pioneers!”

Qi Yao, enraged, yelled:

“Are you insane?!”

So, these lunatics were planning to bring the horrors of the horror world into the real world!

The players, also filled with anger and resentment, sneered.

“Why not?! I’ve had my eye on you since those two dungeons! And now, here you are, in the real world! Lucky you!”

“Let the chaos begin! This world will be ours soon!”

Having lived in a lawless world where strength was everything, some players didn’t want to return to the peaceful, rule-bound real world.

They grinned, about to finish off Qi Yao, when a loud bang echoed from nearby.

It sounded like an explosion.

They looked at Qi Yao, their eyes narrowed.

“Did you set a trap for us?!”

Before Qi Yao could answer, the players, wary of explosives, quickly teleported away.

Qi Yao, lying on the floor, coughing up blood, confused, saw the apartment door open.

Xing Nuo peeked out, holding a tablet, which was playing the sound of explosions, and looked around cautiously.

“Bad men gone?”

Qi Yao, seeing him, instantly understood, and just as he was about to laugh, Shen Yan emerged from the apartment.

Qi Yao’s eyes rolled back, and he fainted.

Xing Nuo, before he could ask what had happened, Shen Yan turned off the tablet and picked him up.

“Xing Nuo, finished washing dishes? Why didn’t you call Big Brother?”

Xing Nuo shook his head, his face filled with worry, pointing at Qi Yao, who was lying in a pool of blood.

“Big Brother, Uncle Qi hurt!”

Shen Yan nodded, ruffling Xing Nuo’s hair.

“I know. Xing Nuo, go take a nap. Big Brother will take Uncle Qi to the hospital.”

Xing Nuo, about to ask something else, suddenly yawned and, his head tilting, fell asleep against his brother’s shoulder.

Shen Yan carried him to his bedroom, tucked him in, took the tablet, and walked out.

The players, realizing they had been tricked, reappeared.

Seeing Shen Yan, they yelled angrily:

“You bastard! You tricked us with that fake explosion sound!”

But before they could attack, they felt a sharp pain and collapsed to the floor, their bodies dissolving into black smoke.

Shen Yan, watching them disappear, his expression unchanged, wasn’t surprised.

He had deliberately leaked the map to Guild Zero One. Those players, having entered the real world through the wrong dimensional rift, their physical bodies sustained only by their powerful abilities, had been living on borrowed time.

He hadn’t expected them to be so foolish, so eager to act without gathering any information.

Now they were dead, victims of their own recklessness.