Let Uncle Come

Wu Heng picked up the scalpel from the floor and scanned the surroundings, finding no cameras or anything of the sort.

The dim, unfinished corridor echoed with the faint sound of cars passing overhead, and thick pipes snaked along the corners; this place was likely a converted basement.

Wu Heng followed the one-way corridor around a bend, spotted a staircase leading upward, and climbed it.

Opening the stairwell door, he was met with a room decorated in a minimalist white style. It looked clean, and the hidden door opened directly into this room.

The place was a suite. Wu Heng peeked out from the door, but there was no one in sight.

After a moment of thought, he turned and headed back down to the basement.

He stood before the refined man and attempted to activate the second ability of the Cursed Disciple: Skin Graft.

The refined man's skin rippled and loosened. Wu Heng gave a gentle tug, and the entire skin suit peeled away.

Wu Heng pulled it over his own body. With a thought, the blood on the floor dried up, and the skin tightened to fit him perfectly. He then put on the refined man's clothes; he wasn't used to being shirtless.

"I have returned!"

Wu Heng tested his voice, which had become identical to the refined man's. He was quite satisfied.

Since he had returned, the people here should naturally depart; such is the cycle of reincarnation.

Wu Heng picked up the scalpel and re-entered the room. He walked openly into the living room and noticed another door kept tightly shut. Judging by the sounds from within, someone was clearly inside.

Wu Heng circled the living room to confirm that no one else was present.

He walked to the refrigerator, took out a bottle of iced cola, popped it open with a thud, and took a long gulp before strolling unhurriedly to the closed door and knocking lightly.

Knock, knock.

"Who is it?"

A middle-aged, gravelly voice came from inside.

"It's me."

Wu Heng replied using the refined man's voice.

"What do you want?"

The middle-aged man asked.

"Open the door," Wu Heng said again.

"What is it?"

The middle-aged man's voice grew impatient.

BANG!

Wu Heng kicked the door wide open.

"I told you to open the door, what are your hands for?"

Wu Heng looked at the disheveled middle-aged man in front of him, who had been browsing an adult website, and suddenly understood.

The bearded man stared blankly at Wu Heng, hurriedly pulling his clothes up, ready to lose his temper.

What was this partner doctor playing at?

He didn't pay much attention to the blood on the doctor's clothes, as that was the nature of their work.

He was about to start cursing when he noticed the look in the doctor's eyes—it was filled with killing intent. He then glanced at the scalpel in the doctor's hand and began to feel that something was wrong.

"I hope you haven't left any lasting trauma!"

Wu Heng held the scalpel and slowly walked toward the middle-aged man.

"W-what are you doing? Don't be rash!"

The middle-aged man began to retreat step by step until he tripped over the bed and sat down on it.

"Doctor, I'm telling you, murder is against the law."

At this moment, the middle-aged man had completely forgotten that they were already engaged in illegal activities.

"You're still young, you still have a chance."

As he spoke, the middle-aged man scrambled back onto the bed, curling himself into a ball.

Then, the middle-aged man's tone shifted abruptly, becoming vicious:

"Leave the killing to your uncle!"

"Raise your hands now, or I'll blow you away!"

The middle-aged man suddenly pulled a handgun from under his pillow and pointed it at Wu Heng.

Wu Heng ignored the threat and continued to walk toward him.

"Blow me away?"

"With that toy in your hand?"

Bang! Bang!

The middle-aged man fired two shots directly at Wu Heng.

Wu Heng dodged sharply, throwing the scalpel at the middle-aged man while charging forward and kicking the gun from his hand. The man's hand was mangled by the kick.

"Ah, my hand! Doctor, you're truly insane."

The middle-aged man clutched his right hand, which looked like it had been smashed by a hammer, and screamed.

Wu Heng frowned, looking at the middle-aged man's missing front teeth, smashed by the scalpel's handle, and the gunshot wound on his own leg.

He had intended to dodge instantly, avoid the bullet, and kill the human trafficker with the blade. It seemed his skills were still lacking; he needed to practice more.

He then picked up the scalpel and walked over to the middle-aged man.

"It's quiz time now. You'll get a reward for every question you answer correctly," Wu Heng told the man.

"First question: where are the records of the victims you captured?"

Wu Heng worried that they kept records of their captures, and if he went home safely, he would definitely be discovered.

"Doctor, I'll give you all the money this time, just help me treat my hand."

"Incorrect answer."

Wu Heng sliced off the middle-aged man's left ear with the scalpel.

"There are no records. Only the three of us and the financier know about this."

The middle-aged man replied in pain.

"Very good, here's your reward. Next question: who is the employer?"

Wu Heng sliced off his right ear again. He wouldn't show mercy to this organ trafficker.

"Ah, my ears!"

"The financier is Miao Guichun. This is his suburban villa. His child needs a heart transplant, and he's on the second floor. You're expected to harvest a heart on-site and transplant it directly to his child."

The middle-aged man spilled everything in one go.

"You've learned to answer before the question is even asked. This is your final reward."

Wu Heng said calmly.

He ended the middle-aged man's suffering with a single strike, then used his siphon ability to heal the wound on his right leg, though his pants were torn again.

He casually collected the middle-aged man's handgun into his spatial storage.

Wu Heng thought for a moment, then cleared the browser history on the middle-aged man's phone before turning and leaving, closing the door behind him.

He got into the elevator on the first floor and pressed the button for the second.

Rich people were indeed different, having elevators installed in their homes.

The elevator doors opened, and Wu Heng circled the room. There were still two bedrooms; one was locked, and there was no movement from inside.

Wu Heng went into the other bedroom and pushed the door open.

It had been set up like a hospital room.

A thin, seventeen or eighteen-year-old youth lay on the hospital bed, watching a 'High School Elite Teacher's True Solution' video.

He looked like a diligent student.

"Doctor, you're here?"

Hearing the door open, the youth asked nervously, a flicker of longing in his eyes.

"Where are your parents?"

Wu Heng asked.

"I'm from a single-parent family. Are you looking for my dad? Was the heart extraction successful? I'll call my dad right away."

The youth excitedly reached for his phone.

"It wasn't successful!"

Wu Heng looked at the youth and said calmly.

"Ah, what about me? Why did it fail?"

The youth stopped, his gaze turning sinister as he stared at Wu Heng.

"It doesn't matter!"

"Where you're going, you won't need a heart."

Wu Heng said, plunging the scalpel into the youth's chest.

He then picked up his phone and dialed a contact labeled "Dad."

"Son, what's wrong? Dad just signed a contract and is on his way back. I brought you your favorite Japanese apples."

A gentle, elderly voice came from the phone.

Wu Heng heard this, said nothing, and hung up.

He dragged the youth by the leg, kicked open the door to the other bedroom, and turned on the computer, activating the surveillance cameras that had been turned off outside the villa to avoid suspicion.

Are you willing to trade your collections, monthly passes, and recommendation tickets for two blankets with me?