Really? I Don't Believe It

Su Xiao raised the Power Gauntlet.

The bullet ricocheted off the Power Gauntlet.

He fired another shot.

He took down the Vortex Gang member who had dared to shoot back.

The blood spraying from his face splashed all over the companion beside him.

The last Vortex Gang member did something both incredibly foolish and most taboo in a fight.

He turned and ran, leaving his back exposed to the enemy.

Using both hands and feet, he fled the narrow alley in panic.

Before he could even show a relieved expression.

Suddenly.

A section of blade burst out through his chest.

He froze for a moment.

Then slowly lowered his head.

He wanted to do something else.

But there was no strength left in his body.

Su Xiao pulled the Katana from his body.

He crumpled to the ground like a puddle of mud.

He did not even have the strength to move a finger.

In his pupils, which were gradually losing their vitality, Su Xiao's elegant back was reflected as he shook the blood from his Katana and sheathed it.

Su Xiao returned to the factory district from earlier.

The few remaining Vortex Gang members had already been taken out by V, Jack, and Lucy.

"I already checked through the surveillance cameras in the factory district. The two Black Market Dream editors are inside, and they still don't know what happened outside."

"Let's go give them a surprise."

Gottfried's Black Market Dream editing studio was at the very depths of the factory district.

It seemed that editing Black Market Dreams really was profitable.

Besides hiring the Vortex Gang as bodyguards.

Two Sentry Turrets had also been installed along the only route to the studio.

When they entered the studio, Gottfried and his son, Frederick, were still immersed in editing a Black Market Dream.

They were completely unaware that four outsiders had appeared in their studio.

Jack wanted to step forward and wake the father and son.

But Su Xiao suddenly reached out and stopped him.

He passed between the father and son and walked to the display cabinet against the rear wall.

The display cabinet was filled entirely with Black Market Dreams edited by the father and son.

He casually glanced over the labels.

They included, but were not limited to, animals and humans, forced penetration, overstimulation suicide, bondage death, and so on.

Just as Su Xiao was looking over the Black Market Dream labels in the display cabinet.

The father and son, immersed in editing within the Black Market Dream world, suddenly began talking.

"Stop. Stop right here."

"But he hasn't..."

"What are you thinking? Doesn't it feel like you're stabbing a pillow?"

"Fine. Rewind one frame, enhance the pain feedback and the aftertaste of rust..."

"Little Freddy, you're really a genius!"

"Cut the sweaty parts."

"No, we have to keep them. Some people are really into that... Let's make two versions, one with the sweat smell and one without. Heh heh."

"Brilliant, Dad."

Su Xiao nodded at Lucy.

Red light lit up in Lucy's eyes.

In Gottfried and Frederick's Black Market Dream worlds, a line of large scarlet text appeared—

"Time to wake up, gentlemen. The sun is shining on your asses!"

Only then did the father and son jolt awake from editing the Black Market Dream.

They saw four strangers standing in the room.

Frederick shouted for security in terror.

The older Gottfried, however, was much calmer.

"Stop shouting, Little Freddy. If the security guards were still here, they wouldn't have made it in."

After calming his son, Gottfried immediately saw that Su Xiao was the leader. "If you wanted us dead, you wouldn't have needed to wake us first. You could have just attacked. You want something from us, don't you?"

"You run this father-and-son business together?"

Su Xiao had seen plenty of businesses passed down from father to son.

But it depended on the circumstances.

Bringing one's son along to edit Black Market Dreams was rather like taking one's son along to manufacture and sell drugs.

It was not unheard of.

But no parent with any conscience would do such a thing.

Gottfried defended himself. "People want to buy them, so we make them and sell them. That's all. It's just business. Even if we didn't do it, someone else would."

Anyone whose values had not been completely warped would find Black Market Dreams unacceptable.

And Jack, who believed in God, was even more furious.

"Not everything can be treated as a business! Recording this kind of thing is bad enough, but you help edit it too? How are you any different from accomplices?"

Gottfried did not dare argue and could only back down verbally. "You... you're right. You're absolutely right."

The pressure the four of them put on Gottfried and Frederick was immense.

Frederick felt as if he could barely breathe. Instinctively, he tried to ease the tension. "Do you have some special requests? Or are you looking for something more... legitimate?"

Gottfried hurriedly told his son to shut up. "Freddy!"

Seeing them trembling in fear, Su Xiao decided not to beat around the bush any longer.

"Do you remember a Black Market Dream about a pastor's son who was murdered?"

"Which pastor? We just received some material involving little boys, but it didn't say who their fathers were... Could you give me another hint?"

"Bryce Stone, the traveling pastor from News 54. His son was Bobby Stone, and he was twelve when he died."

"What age did you say that child was? And... what did he look like? How was he killed?"

"You son of a—!!"

Su Xiao stopped the enraged Jack.

He did not want Jack to beat Gottfried half to death in his fury.

"Dad, I know which one he means. BD_9430."

V walked between them without a word.

He found the chip Frederick had mentioned in the display cabinet.

"This is it. Take it and leave quickly. We... we absolutely won't tell anyone you came here. We swear!"

V returned to Su Xiao's side.

A faint smile appeared on Su Xiao's face.

"Who said we were leaving?"

Gottfried wanted to walk over and protect his son by standing in front of him.

But he was afraid his movement would provoke Su Xiao and the others.

So he did not dare move.

He only asked, with some confusion and unease, "You've already gotten what you wanted. What more do you want?"

Su Xiao took the original chip from V and waved it in front of the father and son. "Who killed the pastor's son? And who gave you this original recording?"

Gottfried answered almost immediately. "We only care whether the recording has flaws. We don't care who made it."

"So you refuse to tell the truth?"

Su Xiao stepped away from Jack's side and stopped restraining him.

Jack lunged forward.

He tackled Gottfried to the ground.

Then he raised a fist as big as a cooking pot and started hammering it into the man's head.

It took only three punches to leave the old man with a crooked mouth, swollen eyes, and blood streaming down his face.

Frederick wanted to step forward and help.

But after looking at Jack's arm, which was even thicker than his thigh, he lost his nerve again.

He could only beg for mercy from the side.

Chapter Fifty-Two: Really? I Don't Believe It

"No! Please, stop! Don't hit him! Stop hitting him! If you keep going, you'll kill my dad!"

"Don't you like editing Black Market Dreams? Don't you enjoy yourselves? Why can't you accept it when the contents of a Black Market Dream happen to you?"

Jack was not a complete brute.

Although he disliked Gottfried, he stopped after punching him only three times.

It was not because he was softhearted.

He was afraid that if he beat Gottfried to death, Su Xiao would have trouble questioning him.

Gottfried had no time to wipe away the blood flowing into his mouth and hurriedly begged for mercy. "Don't, don't hit me. I'll talk. I'll tell you everything!"

Jack pulled him up from the ground with a look of disdain.

Gottfried took two steps back and wiped the blood from his face.

"I really don't know who delivered the original recording... Wait, wait, don't hit me again! I really... I really don't know!"

"Are you playing me? It's not as if this thing fell from the sky."

"You must believe me. We found the original recording on the ground in the factory district some time ago, but we don't know who threw it in."

Su Xiao crossed his arms. "What about the surveillance footage? You have cameras installed everywhere here. Don't tell me you have no surveillance records."

Gottfried smiled bitterly. "Checking the surveillance won't help either. Before throwing the thing in, the other party hacked into the surveillance system and remotely shut down every camera. There was nothing at all in the footage."

Seeing that no more valuable information could be extracted from the father and son.