If Someone Offends Me, I'll Tear Them Out by the Roots!
Su Zui escorted Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing back to Shrek's dormitory. He watched them walk back to the dormitory building and only returned to his own dormitory after confirming their safety.
Outside the dormitory building, all was quiet.
After confirming that no one was around to see him, the warmth in Su Zui's eyes vanished, replaced by a sharp, cold glint.
The Eight Great Families of the Douluo Continent...
Targeting them for no reason...
Although he didn't know why they did this, since the other party had already taken action, Su Zui naturally had no obligation to repay evil with kindness.
Su Zui's life motto has always been: I will not offend others unless they offend me; if they do offend me, I will eliminate them completely!
If they dare to attack me in secret today, they might dare to hire an assassin to kill me tomorrow.
Since the other party is hiding backstage and refusing to show themselves, Su Zui will go find them himself and personally expose the person behind the scenes.
Thinking of this, a hint of killing intent flashed in Su Zui's eyes, and his gaze fell directly on the direction of the Great Soul Arena in the distance.
By this time, the Soul Fighting were almost over, and most of the spectators had gone home to rest.
This is the perfect opportunity for Su Zui to uncover the truth.
Without hesitation, Su Zui transformed into a blur and swiftly turned back towards the location of the Great Soul-Stirring Ground.
The deep night, like a giant curtain, completely covered the entire Suotuo City.
By this time, the noisy crowds on the streets had long since dispersed, and even the enforcers of the Spirit Hall had all gone back to rest.
Along the roadside, only a few lonely streetlights remained, stubbornly shining their light.
The dim, yellowish light swayed and twisted, turning the shadows of the roadside trees into grotesque, distorted black silhouettes.
Looking at the Soul Fighting Arena in the distance, Su Zui didn't go straight in, but instead went around to a secluded alley.
The entire alley was completely blocked by the buildings on both sides, cutting off all the light coming from the street.
The next moment, Su Zui flicked his wrist, and a jet-black hooded nightsuit appeared in Su Zui palm.
This fabric is thin and smooth, with absolutely no excess shine, and it doesn't even make a sound when the fabric rubs against each other, making it perfect for stealth.
This night-clothes were the very clothes Su Zui had taken from the Soul Saint of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect School last night, and he never expected them to come in handy the very next night.
Su Zui nodded in satisfaction, then quickly took off his original clothes, deftly put on his night clothes, and dressed himself in a swift manner.
Then, Su Zui pulled his hood down, and his entire face immediately disappeared into the deep shadows, leaving only a section of his sharply defined jawline visible.
After doing all this, Su Zui took a deep breath, and his Soul Power began to circulate silently within his body.
He lightly touched the ground with his toes, his figure as light as a leaf, and gently leaped onto a roof eaves, then exerted his strength again to land on the roof eaves in front of him.
In no time at all, Su Zui arrived at the foot of the Great Soul Arena.
As night fell, the Great Soul Arena finally quieted down.
The lights in the stands had long been turned off, with only a few rooms in the main stadium still lit, and a few staff members walking around.
The Soul Masters patrolling the perimeter slowly inspected the area along the wall, circle by circle.
Su Zui quietly crept into the shadows of the bushes, completely concealed in the darkness, patiently observing the movements at the main entrance.
At this moment, the door to the front desk of the Great Soul Arena was not locked, and warm white light shone from inside.
Through the crack in the half-open door, Su Zui could still see a young receptionist in a gray-blue uniform.
At this moment, the receptionist was idly lying on the large counter.
He rested his chin on his hand, occasionally letting out a long yawn.
The long day's work had exhausted him completely, and now the receptionist just wanted to finish up and go home to rest.
Indeed, no matter where you are, the most miserable people are always the working class.
However, in the land of the Douluo Continent, those who work hard are destined never to become superior people.
Time passed by, second by second.
After about seven or eight minutes, the receptionist finally couldn't hold it in any longer and rubbed her aching back.
Then, he turned around, picked up the keys hanging on the back of the chair, and walked quickly toward the bathroom.
Now!
A cold glint flashed in Su Zui's eyes, and he suddenly exerted force with his feet, transforming into an almost elusive black shadow.
At this moment, Su Zui held nothing back and directly activated 2 to the power of 5, Divine Speed of thirty-two times.
Under the cover of darkness, the patrolmen only felt that the wind seemed to have picked up a bit, but they didn't see anyone at all.
Su Zui successfully slipped into the hall. He pressed himself against the shadows in the corner and quickly hid in the storage room behind the counter, waiting quietly.
A moment later, the footsteps grew louder and clearer as they approached.
The receptionist had just finished using the restroom and was humming a little tune as she walked toward the counter.
However, the moment his bottom touched the chair, a strong hand swiftly covered his mouth, and then the receptionist was pulled into the storeroom by an irresistible force.
This huge change almost made the receptionist shout out.
But at that moment, a cold, piercing sword tip was pressed against his neck without warning.
The chill emanating from the sharp blade almost froze the receptionist's flesh.
"I advise you to keep quiet, otherwise, I can't guarantee what this sword might do."
Beneath the black hood, Su Zui deliberately lowered his voice.
His voice was cold and flat, without a single inflection.
"I have no interest in killing you. I only have a few questions for you. If you answer them honestly, I'll spare your life."
Under this oppressive atmosphere, the receptionist couldn't help but tremble. His legs gave way, and he collapsed to the ground, his forehead instantly covered in cold sweat.
"I'll tell you everything, sir! Please don't kill me! I have an eighty-year-old mother and a three-year-old child to support. I'll tell you everything I know, without holding back!"
The receptionist was truly on the verge of tears.
Good heavens! I'm just an ordinary working person, and my Soul Power is only level nine. I've never seen anything like this before.
He had originally planned to save money for a few years to obtain his First Soul Ring, but before he could realize that dream, someone held a knife to his neck.
Seeing how cooperative the receptionist was, Su Zui moved the blade of his sword away a little.
He slowly opened his mouth and asked, "I have only one question for you. During the daytime Soul Master duel in the No. 2 Main Soul Fighting Arena, who had the authority to arrange the allocation of Soul Masters between the two sides?"
Upon hearing the question, the receptionist immediately began to answer rapidly.
"Sir, I really don't know!"
"The match rosters were all arranged by the backstage event staff; I was just in charge of reception."
"My only job every day is registering people for entry, covering myself with information and selling tickets. It's just a tough job to make a living!"
"I'm not at a position to make decisions behind the scenes. I don't even know what kind of decisions they make. If you want to know about this, the only way is to go to the back office. That's right, the people there definitely know!"
The receptionist became increasingly nervous as he spoke, and towards the end, he was almost in tears.
He was genuinely afraid the assassin would think he was talking, so he chopped off his own head with a single sword stroke.
Su Zui stared intently into the receptionist's eyes, carefully observing the changes in his gaze.
Seeing the other person's flustered and helpless appearance, Su Zui could tell that the person was not lying.
However, Su Zui didn't expect to get any information out of a receptionist.
He continued to ask the receptionist in a low voice.
Do you know exactly where the backstage office area for the event is located?
Without any hesitation, the receptionist sold out all the information she knew.
"Of course, of course, I really know that."
"Just ahead in the main building, keep walking west, through the contestants' waiting corridor, and turn right at the end."
"After turning right, you'll see a row of windows lit up with a yellow light; that's the backstage office!"
After speaking, the receptionist looked at Su Zui pitifully.
"My lord! This is truly all the information I have; there's nothing else I know!"
Su Zui didn't continue to make things difficult for the receptionist. Now that he had obtained the specific location information, there was no point in pressuring the receptionist.
Su Zui has always been very tolerant of innocent ordinary people.
Su Zui turned around and casually grabbed some Gold Soul Coins from his Soul Tool, putting them in the receptionist's pocket.
"This is hush money. Nothing happened tonight."
The receptionist reached into her pocket and touched the money in her pocket, her face immediately breaking into a wide grin.
There are at least ten Gold Soul Coins in there, which is a lot of his salary over a long period of time.
He had saved up for a long time, but all he had left were a few dozen gold souls.
I never expected this assassin to be so generous!
"Don't worry, sir, my mouth is as sticky as glue, sir..."
"I'm sorry."
As soon as he finished speaking, Su Zui immediately raised his free hand and delivered a lightning-fast, precise chop to the back of the receptionist's neck.
Thump!
A very soft, muffled thud was heard.
The receptionist didn't even have time to cry out before her body went limp and she collapsed.
Su Zui reached out and helped him up, gently placing him on a toilet seat in the bathroom.
After doing all this, Su Zui once again slipped away and hid back in the shadows of the hall wall.
After confirming that no one was around, Su Zui lowered his body and stealthily made his way towards the backstage area along the dimly lit, deserted corridor.
The truth seems to be about to be revealed...