I'm Still Young, I Can Have Another (Please Follow)

Lu Mingzhong pointed at the photograph in his hand, his tone filled with hatred.

In the photo was a tall, powerfully built middle-aged man with rugged features, wearing a hat.

A knife scar ran from his brow bone, nearly slicing across his entire face.

Yet after the black-dressed woman glanced at it,

she did not take it. Instead, she asked in a strange tone,

"Are you sure it was this man?"

Even through the mask, Lu Mingzhong could still feel her gaze fixed upon him.

"Yes. There's surveillance footage here too—it captured this man's face."

Afraid she would think he was lying,

Lu Mingzhong hurriedly took out his phone, pulled up a clip edited from the surveillance footage, and held it out before the black-dressed woman.

Yet after watching it, the black-dressed woman let out a clear, delicate laugh, like the wind stirring a copper bell.

"How interesting. A dead man can actually still kill people."

Lu Mingzhong's expression jolted.

"My lady, what do you mean by that?"

"I encountered this man before and granted him transformation. Unfortunately, he failed to endure it and died."

The black-dressed woman spoke indifferently.

"The killer who murdered your son should have been someone else, perhaps someone in disguise.

But judging from appearances alone, there is almost no difference. Even I would find it difficult to tell them apart. I do not know how this person accomplished it, but finding him will not be difficult."

As she spoke, she took the white shirt.

The next moment, a strange scene unfolded.

Wisps of black mist rose from between her slender, long fingers, alive as though they possessed life. They then twisted and coiled around the white shirt, enveloping it.

Visible to the naked eye,

black spots surfaced across the shirt. Within a few breaths, it changed from white to pitch-black.

The fabric began to collapse and break apart, turning into a drifting mass of thick, ink-like black mist.

Suddenly,

the mist contracted, transforming into a palm-sized black crow, its entire body jet-black, with two glowing red points for eyes.

After appearing, the crow first affectionately rubbed against the black-dressed woman's palm, then cocked its head and preened its black feathers.

Watching this, the respect on Lu Mingzhong's face deepened further.

Faced with such an unknown method, the wariness and reverence in his heart only grew.

"Go. Find the killer who murdered this clothing's owner!"

The black-dressed woman said coolly.

Caw! Caw!

The black bird immediately let out a harsh cry and flapped its wings, flying outside.

Night had fallen, and neon lights blazed brightly.

At some point, a light rain had begun to fall.

Though the rain was slight, there was plenty of standing water on the road. Puddles of varying sizes lay scattered like shattered mirrors across the earth, reflecting the distant neon lights and the lead-gray, gloomy sky.

Splash!

Black tires rolled through the water, kicking up a spray.

A black sedan drove steadily along.

Ahead of its hood, a red-eyed crow, black all over and almost fused with the night itself, beat its wings as it flew in a certain direction.

It eventually entered the mouth of an alley.

The car also stopped at the intersection.

The door opened.

Lu Mingzhong stepped out.

Rain soaked his hair.

He turned to look.

The black-dressed woman had gotten out as well.

But what was shocking was that

as the rain fell from the sky and was about to land on her head, it seemed to be blocked by something invisible, unable to touch even a fraction of her.

The black-dressed woman walked to the alley entrance and looked toward where the crow had perched.

She waved a hand.

The manhole cover below seemed to be struck by an invisible force. It was directly flipped aside.

After lowering her head for a glance, she looked at the crow again, but the crow had stopped moving.

"That person must have thrown the clothes in here earlier. The cleanup was very thorough.

What a pity. Too much time has passed, and it has rained several times these past few days. Had it been two days earlier, perhaps we could still have found something."

At that, she looked at Lu Mingzhong.

"Before your son died, did he ever have any grudges with anyone?"

Hearing this,

Lu Mingzhong shook his head.

"I'm not sure. I have quite a few enemies. Those old bastards might well have thrown away their dignity and gone after him."

At that point, he paused.

"However, a woman was killed alongside my son. Could it be..."

As he thought of this,

his eyes brightened slightly, as if he had suddenly understood something.

He took out his phone

and made a call.

No one knew what the person on the other end said,

but his expression grew increasingly ugly.

As though sensing the black-dressed woman's gaze,

he explained, "That brat once had someone beat a young man named Hu Qi into the hospital for that woman. But not only was Hu Qi fine, he even joined Red Scale Club, passed the assessment, and became a prospective Core Class member."

"Then it must be him. Do you still want revenge?"

The black-dressed woman's tone was teasing.

"Red Scale Fighting Club..."

Lu Mingzhong muttered, his expression shifting uncertainly.

After a brief silence, he spoke again, his voice somewhat hoarser.

"My lady, I think we should let it go. My son was never a good thing to begin with. His death was simply the karma he had planted before; it cannot be forced.

I'm still fairly young. If my son is gone, then he is gone. If I work a little harder and have another, it won't be much of a problem."

In the eyes of ordinary people, Red Scale Fighting Club was merely a place that taught combat.

Only a small number of people knew what kind of terrifying beings stood behind it.

If Hu Qi had merely been an ordinary student, that would have been one thing.

But he had already secured a Core Class spot and would soon be heading to that place.

That also meant he had already entered those beings' field of vision.

Though he now possessed considerable influence,

compared to those beings,

he was not even worth a fart. With a flick of their fingers, they could reduce him and all his businesses to ashes.

Besides, even if he made the request, the woman before him would never help him.

Killing an ordinary person and provoking the beings behind Red Scale Club were not remotely the same thing.

Then,

as though recalling something,

he looked at the black-dressed woman and said,

"No matter what, what I promised you before still stands."

As he spoke, he failed to notice the somewhat strange expression hidden behind the black-dressed woman's mask.

Night.

Inside a rented apartment in the Hanlin Garden residential area.

Huff!

Huff!

Hu Qi stood with his feet apart at shoulder width.

Both hands tightly gripping a heavy, enormous axe, he raised it above his head and brought it down with savage force.

He then drew the axe back, slightly twisting his body and using the power of his waist to drive his arms into a horizontal swing. The axe blade carved an arc through the air before slashing diagonally outward.

Immediately afterward, he held the axe in one hand, with his other hand loosely supporting it, and thrust forward rapidly, his movements swift as lightning.

As his body rose and fell, axe shadows whirled in his hands.

Only after more than half an hour did Hu Qi stop.

His face was flushed, and he panted heavily, like a bellows pumping.

Even with the air conditioning running, after training for so long, sweat had already soaked through his tank top and streamed down his skin.

Thud!

He set down the axe in his hand, and the instant it hit the floor, it gave off a dull, heavy crash.