Concealing Secrets

Zhang Meizhu could no longer listen to this, gritting her teeth as she said, "You caused the deaths of so many people; do you not feel even a shred of guilt in your heart?"

Wang He pressed his lips into a thin line; he had finally realized that Zhang Meizhu cared more about so-called justice than money.

People like this were the most troublesome!

His thoughts raced, and he put on a look of shame: "I am sorry to them. You have no idea how much I have been suffering inside, which is why I want to live to atone for my sins."

"Heh."

Zhang Meizhu let out a scoff, her eyes filled with disdain.

That Wang He could actually say such things was absolutely disgusting!

Wang He watched her expression, and his heart sank.

Clearly, the conditions he proposed had not moved Zhang Meizhu; he estimated that in the end, she would still report him to the Public Security Bureau and bring him to justice.

What should he do?

Wang He's heart tightened; he truly did not want to die!

"Young man."

Wang He forced a smile.

He could no longer see any hope in Zhang Meizhu, so he had to pin his hopes on Gao Teng.

"As long as you let me go, you will receive a massive sum of nearly two million!

With this money, you can buy better medicine to advance your martial arts achievements—isn't that great?

Besides, if you have any online loans to pay off, this money can fill that hole for you."

Wang He swallowed his saliva and continued, "Ordinary families practicing martial arts are almost all burdened with loans; you must be sick of those collection calls, right?

Think of the family members who toil for you; how much hardship must they endure to earn two million? Yet, you only need to raise your hand and show mercy to earn this money easily."

Gao Teng laughed, even letting out a chuckle.

Wang He immediately felt there was a chance and began to laugh along with him.

He truly could not think of a reason for Gao Teng to refuse; dressed so shabbily, his family must be extremely short on money.

What was justice, anyway?

How could it be more important than money?

"I see it now; you are intentionally trying to make us turn on each other." Gao Teng looked down at Wang He with a condescending posture. "You think too little of me. Do you really think I would abandon my conscience for money?"

Wang He was shocked, a look of disbelief appearing on his face.

This was a massive sum of nearly two million that could completely change Gao Teng's life—why would he refuse?

This shouldn't be!

Suddenly, Wang He thought of a reason: was it because of Zhang Meizhu?

He asked Gao Teng in a probing tone, "Are you afraid she won't agree?"

Gao Teng narrowed his eyes slightly and replied, "I could kill her right here, and the two million would all be mine.

And I could frame her death on a monster—is that what you were thinking?"

Wang He was instantly choked up, not expecting Gao Teng to be so blunt, and for his tone to be filled with such mockery.

He fell into complete despair; Gao Teng was also someone who only cared about justice and viewed wealth as dirt.

Were the moral standards of students these days really this high?

Weren't they supposed to be taking martial arts classes every day?

This was clearly a lesson in ethics and morality!

"You two will never have a future!"

Wang He gave up on all pretense and scrambled up from the ground viciously. "You've practiced martial arts for so long, yet your heads are filled with naive ideas. Sooner or later, you'll be eaten alive!"

"That's right, I don't feel any guilt! So what?

They met me one second and wanted to go home with me the next; they didn't cherish their own bodies, so they deserved to die!

Why shouldn't it be them who died?

Because they deserved to die! They deserved to die! They deserved to die!"

The more Wang He spoke, the more agitated he became, blue veins bulging on his face as his expression turned hideously distorted.

Zhang Meizhu watched him coldly, then suddenly stepped forward and delivered a direct kick.

This kick concentrated all her strength; Wang He's ribs shattered instantly, and he flew out like a kite with a broken string, slamming heavily into the wall before sliding to the ground like a dead dog.

Following that, he let out a "wa" and spat out a large mouthful of blood.

"Who did you say deserved to die just now?

My hearing isn't very good; say it again."

Wang He struggled to lift his head, watching Zhang Meizhu draw closer as a profound sense of terror surged from the depths of his heart.

"W-what... what are you doing?"

Zhang Meizhu stopped in her tracks, let out a heavy sigh, and said with immense regret, "The battle with the monster was so intense just now that I didn't even notice you had been whipped to death by its tail."

Wang He's scalp went numb, and he hurriedly stammered, "No, no, no, let's talk this over. I shouldn't have said those things earlier; just pretend I was spouting..."

Unfortunately, Zhang Meizhu did not give him the chance to finish his sentence.

She walked up to him and kicked him squarely in the chest once more.

"Crack!"

The sound of shattering bone rang out instantly; Wang He's heart was pulverized into pulp, and blood gushed from his mouth and nose.

He reached out to clutch at Zhang Meizhu's pant leg, but his grip slowly loosened, and his hand fell heavily to the ground.

Zhang Meizhu lowered her leg, stared at Wang He's corpse for several seconds, and clutched her forehead in regret.

She shouldn't have let her anger cloud her judgment and killed someone under Gao Teng's watchful eyes.

When it came down to it, they had only known each other for a few days, and they hadn't even exchanged a hundred sentences in total.

Having such leverage fall into Gao Teng's hands could very likely be detrimental to her!

At this very moment, Zhang Meizhu's emotions were complex to the extreme.

After hesitating for a long while, she finally turned to face Gao Teng.

Gao Teng was looking at her with a smile on his face, a smile that carried a hint of malice.

"As I thought..."

Zhang Meizhu's heart sank to the bottom of a valley, and she secretly blamed herself for being so foolish.

"Oh my, oh my."

Gao Teng spoke with an exaggerated expression, "Look at this, just look at this. How could you kill someone so brazenly?

If the Public Security Bureau finds out, you'll spend the rest of your life in prison. Tell me, should I report you or not?"

Zhang Meizhu pressed her lips into a thin line.

Gao Teng chuckled, "Zhang Meizhu, you wouldn't want the Public Security Bureau to find out about you killing someone, would you?"

Zhang Meizhu gritted her teeth, "What do you want?"

"What do I want?"

Gao Teng let out two strange laughs and scanned Zhang Meizhu from head to toe with a playful gaze.

Zhang Meizhu felt incredibly uncomfortable under his scrutiny, and a terrifying conjecture couldn't help but form in her mind.

Just as she was about to curse Gao Teng for being lewd, she suddenly heard him say, "Run from the 19th floor to the 1st floor, then run back up. Ten laps."

"...Huh?"

Zhang Meizhu was stunned, unable to believe her own ears.

This was Gao Teng's condition?

It was that simple?

Gao Teng spread his hands, "I rushed over here in such a panic today that my legs are practically broken. I need you to get a taste of that feeling, too."

Zhang Meizhu let out a soft laugh, and for some reason, she felt a strange, inexplicable touch of warmth in her heart.

She said earnestly, "Thank you for treating me as a friend and helping me keep this secret."

Gao Teng gave a half-smile, "I never said I was going to help you keep the secret; it depends on how well you perform."

"Fine."

Zhang Meizhu smiled gently, "I will definitely perform well."