Let Uncle Handle It

Wu Heng picked up the scalpel from the ground and surveyed the area, finding no cameras or anything of the sort.

The dim, unfinished corridor was quiet, though he could faintly hear cars passing overhead. Thick pipes ran along one corner. This must have been a converted basement.

Wu Heng followed the one-way corridor around a bend and saw a staircase leading up. He climbed all the way to the top.

When he opened the stairwell door, he found himself in a house decorated mostly in white. It looked clean enough, and the entrance to the passage was inside the house.

The house was a suite. Wu Heng quietly peered outside from the doorway, but no one was around.

After thinking it over, he turned and went back down to the basement.

He returned to the bespectacled man and tried to activate the Cursed Disciple's second ability: Skin Graft.

The bespectacled man's skin wriggled and loosened. Wu Heng gave it a gentle tug, and a skin suit came off.

He put it on. With a single thought, the blood on the ground dried up, and the skin on his body began to cling tightly to him. Then he put on the bespectacled man's clothes. He wasn't used to walking around bare-chested.

"I have returned!"

Wu Heng tried speaking aloud. His voice had become exactly like the bespectacled man's, and he was quite pleased.

Now that he had returned, the people here ought to depart. Such was the cycle of reincarnation.

Wu Heng picked up the scalpel and went back inside. He opened the door openly and walked into the living room, where he noticed another room with its door shut. From the sounds coming from inside, someone was clearly there.

Wu Heng made a circuit of the living room, confirming that no one else was around.

He went over to the refrigerator, opened it, and took out a bottle of iced cola. With a pop, he opened it and took a big drink. Only then did he stroll over to the closed door and knock lightly.

Knock, knock.

"Who is it?"

A middle-aged man's gravelly voice came from inside.

"Me."

Wu Heng replied in the bespectacled man's voice.

"What is it?"

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 open.

"When I tell you to open the door, open it. What are your hands for?"

Wu Heng looked at the middle-aged man, who was sloppily dressed and browsing an adult website. Suddenly, he understood.

The bearded man stared blankly at Wu Heng, then hurriedly pulled up his clothes, ready to fly into a rage.

What was his partner, the doctor, playing at?

He hadn't paid any attention to the blood on the doctor's clothes. They did this kind of work, after all.

He was about to start yelling when he noticed the murderous look in the doctor's eyes. Then he glanced at the scalpel in the doctor's hand and began to realize something was wrong.

"I hope you haven't suffered any lasting damage!"

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

"Y-you, what are you doing? Don't do anything rash!"

The middle-aged man backed away step by step until he reached the bed. He tripped over it and fell onto the mattress.

"Doctor, I'm telling you, murder is a crime."

By now, the middle-aged man had forgotten that what they were doing was illegal to begin with.

"You're still young. You've still got a chance."

As he spoke, the middle-aged man tried to retreat farther onto the bed, huddling up.

Then his tone abruptly changed, turning vicious.

"When it comes to killing, let Uncle handle it!"

"Hands up, or I'll shoot you dead!"

The middle-aged man suddenly pulled a pistol from beneath the pillow and pointed it at Wu Heng.

Wu Heng ignored his threat and kept walking toward him.

"Shoot me dead?"

"With that toy in your hand?"

Bang! Bang!

The middle-aged man fired twice at Wu Heng.

Wu Heng darted aside and threw the scalpel at the man as he charged forward. He kicked the pistol out of the middle-aged man's hand, crushing the man's hand in the process.

"Ah, my hand! Doctor, you've really gone mad!"

The middle-aged man clutched his mangled right hand with his left and screamed.

Wu Heng frowned as he looked at the middle-aged man, whose front teeth had been knocked out by the scalpel's handle, and at the gunshot wound in his own leg.

He had meant to dodge in an instant, avoid the bullets, and kill the trafficker with the blade. It seemed his technique was still too poor. He'd have to practice.

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

"It's time for a little quiz. For every question you answer correctly, you'll get a reward," Wu Heng told him.

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

Wu Heng was worried they might have kept records of their victims. If he went home without doing anything, he'd surely be found out.

"Doctor, you can have all the money this time. Hurry and treat my hand!"

"Wrong answer."

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

"There aren't any, there aren't any records. Only the three of us and the client knew about this."

The middle-aged man answered in agony.

"Good. Here's your reward. Next question: who hired you?"

Wu Heng sliced off his right ear. He wouldn't show mercy to someone who trafficked in human organs.

"Ah, my ears!"

"The client is Miao Guichun. This is his villa in the suburbs. His kid needs a heart transplant. His kid is on the second floor, waiting for you to take one from a live donor and transplant it straight into him."

The middle-aged man blurted out everything.

"You've even learned to buzz in early. Here's your final reward."

Wu Heng spoke calmly.

One slash ended the middle-aged man's suffering. He used Siphon to heal the injury in his right leg, though it left another hole in his pants.

He casually stowed the middle-aged man's pistol in his storage space.

Wu Heng thought for a moment, cleared the man's browser history, then left and closed the door behind him.

He stepped into the first-floor elevator and pressed the button for the second floor.

Rich people really were different. They even had elevators in their houses.

When the elevator doors opened, Wu Heng walked around the rooms. There were still two bedrooms, one of them locked. There was no sound from inside.

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

It had been set up like a hospital room.

A thin young man of seventeen or eighteen was lying on the hospital bed, watching a video of High School Elite Teacher's True Solution.

He was clearly a studious kid.

"Doctor, you're here?"

At the sound of the door opening, the young man asked nervously. His eyes held a glimmer of hope.

"Where are your parents?"

Wu Heng asked.

"I'm from a single-parent family. Are you looking for my dad? Did you manage to get the other guy's heart? I'll call my dad right now."

The young man excitedly started to dial.

"It didn't work."

Wu Heng looked at him and spoke calmly.

"Ah, what am I supposed to do, then? Why did you fail?"

The young man stopped and glared at Wu Heng with a vicious look in his eyes.

"It doesn't matter!"

"You won't need a heart where you're going."

As Wu Heng spoke, he drove the scalpel into the young man's chest.

Then he picked up the phone and called the number saved as "Dad."

"Son, what is it? Dad just finished signing a contract and is on his way back. I'm bringing you your favorite Japanese apples."

An old man's gentle voice came through the phone.

Wu Heng said nothing. He hung up.

Grabbing the young man by the leg, he kicked open the door to the other bedroom, turned on the computer, and switched on the cameras outside the villa, which had been turned off to avoid drawing attention.