Cast Aside Conscience and Morality, Enjoy a Life of Shamelessness

He Piaojian was ready to kill.

Those people wanted to kill him to silence him, so surely it was normal for him to accidentally kill them through excessive self-defense.

He had no sharp weapon, only a mop.

He sealed off the man's mouth and nose, pinning him against the mud wall with sheer force.

A sensation of suffocation came over him, and he desperately tried to breathe in fresh air. But whenever he breathed, the resulting taste was far from pleasant.

Seeing this, the others sprang into action and attacked together.

He Piaojian drove the bottom of the mop forward with his palm, crushing the pinned black-robed man's skull and killing him on the spot.

In a flash, the mop spun full circle, serving the others a meal with equal impartiality.

They gagged as they searched for a way to deal with him.

So many of them were fighting one person, yet they were still on the back foot.

There was no helping it. He Piaojian's attacks were too fucking immoral.

They could no longer worry about anything else. If they didn't reveal their identities, they might die like the man before them.

"Wait! You can't attack us! We're from the Council Hall. Do you want to start a war between our two countries?"

He Piaojian planted the mop on the ground, distrust in his eyes. "You say you are, so we're supposed to believe you? Got any proof? Hey, I think you're the ones trying to sow discord between nations and deliberately pin the blame on someone else. Pah, how vicious."

Fan Daoyi's lips twitched in the shadows.

What a way to turn black into white.

He hadn't even waited for them to explain before pinning a crime on them and condemning them from the moral high ground.

Was this what they meant by shamelessness making one invincible?

Shameless. He really was shameless.

They couldn't take it anymore. Already drenched in golden broth and tainted with an unspeakable stench, they flew into a rage at He Piaojian's words and threw off their black robes.

As soon as He Piaojian saw their faces, he put on a radiant smile. "Oh my, you really are from the Council Hall! My eyes have failed me."

"I thought you were some thugs who'd sneaked in from who knows where," He Piaojian said with a smile. "If you wanted to come to the school, why sneak around? This is a huge misunderstanding."

He had recognized them but deliberately kept quiet to disgust them, and even after they revealed their identities, he still had no intention of letting them go, speaking to them with heavy sarcasm.

"So, to avoid unnecessary trouble later..."

He Piaojian raised the mop. This time, he wasted no more words, aiming every strike at a face.

One, two...

He disposed of them so quickly that several had died before they came to their senses.

But by then, there was no chance to escape. Death was the only outcome left.

"I still think dead men keep their mouths shut best. Jie jie jie jie."

Watching He Piaojian laugh as he disposed of the black-robed men, Fan Daoyi felt he was truly a talent.

One man had taken on dozens by himself, and the killers were producing fear in great quantities. Who could tell which side was the villain?

The rooftop was a mess, the foul stench smothering the smell of blood.

The students outside would only think some bastard had blown up a cesspit.

He made a phone call and had a specialized team come deal with the scene.

After making up an explanation, he destroyed the men's faces. Without a trace of disgust, he searched the corpses and pocketed everything of any value.

Once he was done, a smile curled his lips.

"You've been watching for so long. Aren't you coming out for a chat?"

He Piaojian stood quietly on the rooftop and spoke casually.

He struck a pose and counted the time silently, but after waiting several minutes, there was still no response.

His body grew a little stiff from holding the pose, and he couldn't resist looking around.

He stepped up onto the raised stone wall on the rooftop. There was no one there.

"Novels really are all lies. According to the usual formula, shouldn't there always be someone spying?" He Piaojian muttered under his breath, though he had clearly sensed a gaze.

The official cleanup crew arrived soon afterward and saw the mess on the rooftop. After exchanging a glance with He Piaojian, they put on masks and gloves and quietly took out body bags.

Looking at the bodies they had bagged, He Piaojian counted them again.

"That's not right." His pupils contracted sharply. "There's one body missing."

A bad feeling immediately rose in his heart. He couldn't leave any evidence of this.

A miscalculation. He'd been so focused on looting the bodies that he should have finished them off with an extra blow.

He rushed down from the rooftop in a single stride, looking around in bewilderment for any trace of the man.

The surviving black-robed man could turn himself into a shadow. He had slipped into He Piaojian's shadow, creating the illusion that he had disappeared.

A pretty good means of escape.

When He Piaojian passed those students, the man slipped into another shadow and gradually made his way away.

Even now, he hadn't forgotten the purpose of this trip.

The sole survivor of the beginner game in Class Two, senior year.

Kill him.

Fan Daoyi passed him by, and the black-robed man recognized him from within the shadow.

He quickly slipped into Fan Daoyi's shadow and followed him elsewhere.

Fan Daoyi left the teaching building and turned into a deserted alley.

Few people came here, which gave the black-robed man a chance to strike.

His ability wasn't just suited to escape; it was also well suited to assassination.

Given his injuries, he didn't act immediately, instead remaining on guard as he judged whether this was a trap set by Fan Daoyi.

How could the sole survivor lack some means of his own?

That was why they had sent so many people to surround and kill him, only for the officials to interfere.

He watched Fan Daoyi look around in all directions, then step onto a rock after making sure everything was clear.

Fan Daoyi looked up at the height of the wall, seemingly intending to climb over it and leave the school.

Climbing the wall would be the perfect moment for a sneak attack.

His injuries kept him from thinking more carefully, and he gave no thought at all to how this frail man, who needed a cane to walk, would climb the wall.

When Fan Daoyi reached the top of the wall, the man emerged from the shadow to attack.

But a thought quickly flashed through his mind.

On the bustling street, this man had vanished all of a sudden. Their initial assessment was that his ability was teleportation, so why was he climbing the wall himself?!

As soon as the thought appeared, his instinctive fear of death drove him back into the shadow.

"Now that you've come out, it would be awfully rude not to say hello."

The surviving black-robed man didn't stop because of Fan Daoyi's words. He hid within the shadow, making his whereabouts hard to find.

"Do you know why I chose this place?" Supporting himself with his cane, Fan Daoyi walked a few steps forward and planted his foot on a patch of shadow. "First, few people pass through here. Second, this is the only patch of shadow. How many places do you have to hide?"

"Once you're exposed to the sunlight, do you think that official will find you?"

The black-robed man was trapped in the patch of shadow beneath Fan Daoyi's foot.

He couldn't move left or right, and his ability failed him at that moment.

"Stop acting like a little mouse and get out of the shadow."

As soon as the words fell, the black-robed man lost control of his ability and was forced out of the shadow.

"You... what did you do?"

The black-robed man was terrified, terrified that an ability he had gained could slip out of control because of a single sentence from someone else.

How was that possible? How had he done it?!

"So you really were the one who killed Parker."

It had originally been only a guess, but now, faced with Fan Daoyi's bizarre method, he seemed to have found the crucial evidence and became utterly convinced.

Fan Daoyi looked puzzled and even thought back for a moment. "Parker? Who?"

"Forget it, that isn't important." Fan Daoyi didn't want to spend too much energy thinking about useless things. He pinched the bridge of his nose, looking a little tired. "Now, I ask, you answer."

The black-robed man thought Fan Daoyi wanted to extract information about the people behind them and resolved not to answer.

Instead, he heard Fan Daoyi say:

"Can you tell me more about these officials you keep talking about? Oh, that wasn't a request."

The moment they heard the title of an official, they became afraid.

Fan Daoyi also wanted to try bearing the title of something so terrifying, conveniently using it to make up for the gap in the Origin Source.

"Ah, ah?"

The black-robed man was dumbfounded.

Were there really people who didn't know what "official" meant?

Why would China's officials send someone that powerful to protect this kind of person?

Did they have nothing better to fucking do?!