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The three-day deadline had arrived. Let the Dragon King take his throne!

Oh no, he's about to smirk—rip his mouth apart before he does. Getting off track, getting off track.

The three-day agreement had come due. And why three days? Because time was short, the task was urgent, and the goods needed to move fast!

Beihai didn't believe that while this boss was raking in points left and right, the school wouldn't take notice. Lucky for him, this school didn't have an Eastern Depot, or else he wouldn't even need to go through the motions.

Beihai's mind wandered as he walked into the audiovisual hall. The electronics here were far sparser than before—most were just for show.

The shelves that once held a full row of camera equipment now had only a lonely sample sitting there. Hard to tell if it was a real camera or just a model.

A full photography setup was incredibly expensive. Buying it at half price with points, then selling it outside for cash—that was a real goldmine!

Beihai could feel it the moment he stepped inside and came into the older man's view. The man's spirits were terrible.

His lips were cracked, dark circles hung under his eyes, and his face was even a little pale.

"Where's the stuff? Transfer all the points to this number."

Beihai cut straight to the point, pulling out a card covered in a string of digits and handing it over.

The other man had already prepared his Terminal, but when he saw Beihai hadn't taken out his own, he grew flustered.

"How can I trust you? And how can you guarantee Shizuku's safety?"

His words came out in a rush, as if he wanted to throw the question at Beihai immediately. Neither side could ensure their own safety, and their leverage was completely mismatched—but Beihai seized on the man's frantic tone and cut him off.

The more anxious the other side was, the more Beihai had to be even more anxious, leaving him unable to think. As long as he shut down the man's reasoning, under the pressure of urgency, he couldn't backtrack or make any deductions.

He could only act on instinct, flustered and confused. That's why people always said you should keep your face unchanged even when Mount Tai collapses before you.

Though the initiative had always been in Beihai's hands, sometimes it's better to be safe than sorry—especially at this critical moment.

"You never had the right to negotiate with me. You never had a chance. Especially now that you can't turn back."

Yeah, he couldn't turn back. He'd always thought he was doing this for Shizuku, and step by step, he'd walked right into the trap.

It was as if all his strength and options had drained away, leaving him to obediently transfer the points.

Throughout it all, Beihai had been holding back a laugh. He couldn't laugh yet, couldn't even mock him. He just had to wait quietly, especially in the final moments—he had to be cautious.

The moment the transfer success notification sounded, and the other man's Terminal showed his points hitting zero, Beihai couldn't hold back his grin anymore.

"Heh, haha, HAHHAHAHA!"

The sudden laughter startled the older man. By the time he came to his senses, a chill ran down his spine, and cold sweat broke out on his back.

"Hey! What are you laughing at? What's so funny? Our deal is done—you need to bring Shizuku here."

Hearing that delusional conclusion, the man actually thought he was a party to the deal, or even the villain in it.

In the older man's eyes, Beihai was probably some scumbag, playing with someone's feelings, about to hand over a groomed girl to someone else for a quick profit. This guy must have watched way too much of the wrong stuff.

Was he a stalker fan or just a creepy shut-in? How could he drag that kind of fantasy into real life?

"What? What are you even talking about? What right do I have to restrict someone else's freedom?

Old man, if you're going to be a fan, do it right. If you hadn't let your imagination run wild, how could you have ended up like this?"

Beihai's mockery hit like a thunderbolt out of a clear sky, stunning the older man completely. His expression froze for a moment, then twisted into a snarl.

"You dared to trick me! We had a deal!"

"What deal? The worst I can do is stay far away from your precious Shizuku. So what were you thinking?

What, you want to start something here?"

The anger that had just flared up choked in his throat.

Yeah, starting something here—he'd get nothing good out of it.

After all, the surrounding shops and students were coming and going in droves. If a commotion broke out, he'd be noticed instantly.

His face flushed red with rage, his head spun, and he nearly collapsed to the floor.

"Well, thanks for the points. Maybe we won't see each other again."

Beihai saw the older man sitting there like he'd burned out completely. He didn't bother him further, instead pulling out his Terminal to split the points with Honami Ichinose.

Though he'd said he'd deal with the guy, that was only if the fool was stupid enough to show him killing intent. That meant even if Beihai didn't act, the guy would eventually come at him head-on.

But in this matter, Beihai had ultimately used the innocent Airisu Sakura. So the points he'd squeezed out of the man naturally had to be split with her.

The plan was for Honami Ichinose to take the heat after receiving her share, and once things were over, half would go to Airisu Sakura.

As for why Beihai was so sure the other side would make a move—it was because three days was enough for this machine to start running.

The moment Beihai left, the man's phone rang behind him.

With a numb expression, he answered the call and got a debt collector.

"Hey, the two million-plus points you borrowed from me—you need to pay them back!

You've been caught selling school property privately. Pay me back now—you're about to be finished!"

Finished.

Those two words echoed in his mind. Yeah, he was finished!

Selling campus items at low prices to hoard other people's points, converted into money, he was already drowning in debt.

The Terminal slipped from his hand and crashed to the ground. He didn't pick it up, nor did he listen to the scolding voice on the phone. He only felt that everything was over, that he had nothing left.

"No... I still have Shizuku. That's right, I did all this for her! I've given so much for her."

And so, he seemed to find his direction.

Yes, that was it. I've given so much for her, I should take back what I'm owed. I have to protect her. That's right, I am protecting her. I am fighting for her!

Struggling up from the ground, he finally burst out of the shop. When he saw that demon beside Shizuku, the last thread in his mind snapped with a crack.

The last of his reason burned away, and he charged forward like a wild beast. The final scene was his mouth being clamped shut by a palm.

In the last moments before fainting, he vaguely saw many figures running toward him, and then his wrist was gripped tightly.

Beihai's eyes quietly watched from behind his lenses. Just as expected.

Seeing the final scene—himself simply walking together with that little cat Sakura—the other party couldn't maintain any composure at all.