Newbie Instance: Class Reunion (Twenty

"All my drugs have been used up. I didn't save any." Lawyer Jin also looked slightly regretful.

Never mind whether killing someone was illegal; they simply had no poison on hand, only sleeping pills. The plan was simple. They did not need to send too many people out to confront Brother Hao. They only needed one person to find a way to make Brother Hao take the pills and seize his phone. Everyone else would hide in the secret room, just in case.

Second-generation Zhao and Basketball Qiao, both of whom had already died once, volunteered one after another.

But Zhen Liu rejected them all. "I have a better choice." He had an alternate personality who was a serial killer. If he did not use him now, when would he?

Newbie Instance: Class Reunion (Twenty

Luring Brother Hao out was easy.

There was no need to call him, nor was there any need to write a little note.

According to Second-generation Zhao, Brother Hao would definitely come in person. Only by watching them burn to death with his own eyes would he feel at ease. Although Zhen Liu did not know why Second-generation Zhao was so certain, his instincts still led him to trust Second-generation Zhao's judgment.

And just as Second-generation Zhao had said, after they refused to hand over anyone, Brother Hao appeared openly with his men.

Brother Hao wore custom-made clothes as he stepped out of a low-key black luxury car. He seemed to be trying hard to resemble a civilized man, but he still could not conceal the banditry ingrained in his soul.

In Lucien's words, he reeked of blood. Souls like his were best made into medium-rare steak. There was no need to trim the edges—just sprinkle on some coarse salt and let it touch the grill, and it would sizzle with grease. Only the outside would change color; the inside would still be bloody flesh when cut open. Tender and juicy, yet rarely appreciated.

The lackeys behind Brother Hao were broad-shouldered and thick-waisted, with fleshy faces, full-sleeve tattoos, and little watches, as if afraid others would not know what they did for a living.

At that moment, no one else remained in the villa's living room. Only Zhen Liu sat calmly on the sofa, smiling faintly at Brother Hao. "Long time no see, old classmate."

The humidifier beside the coffee table was busy billowing mist, making Zhen Liu look like an immortal ascending on the spot—ethereal and detached.

Brother Hao recognized Doctor Zhen almost at a glance. After all, his appearance had not changed much since their school days. Time seemed especially kind to beautiful people. Back then, Brother Hao had first noticed Zhen Liu in the school corridor because his appearance was simply too outstanding, like a crane among chickens.

But young Brother Hao had immediately thought: if Doctor Zhen was a crane, then what were people like them? Chickens?

An uncontrollable malice suddenly rose in Brother Hao's heart. He thought viciously, What was so special about this pretty boy? He wanted to see whether Doctor Zhen could still maintain that air of superiority when he was kneeling in humiliation and begging them.

When all was said and done, it was nothing more than jealousy.

The face of a jealous man was always ugly. That inexplicable, unsatisfied hostility toward Doctor Zhen made Brother Hao's already unremarkable appearance even more repulsive. After all these years, an additional centipede-like scar had appeared on his ugly face, crawling across nearly half of it and making him look even more ferocious.

Especially compared with Doctor Zhen, who looked peaceful, fair, and clean, Brother Hao seemed like absolutely nothing. The old disgust surged up again, even stronger than before.

Brother Hao also wanted to imitate Doctor Zhen's cool expression, three parts aloofness and four parts mockery. Unfortunately, he only made a clumsy imitation and looked utterly ridiculous.

That completely infuriated him from embarrassment.

Basketball Qiao, hiding in the secret room, pressed himself nervously against the door, unwilling to miss even the slightest sound. He worried for Zhen Liu, wondering whether that slight frame of his could withstand even one or two moves from Brother Hao.

Only then did Basketball Qiao remember to ask: how was Zhen Liu going to awaken his primary personality? Did the game even have such a setting?

Before Basketball Qiao could ask his brother, Zhen Liu's entire aura changed in an instant. It was hard to say exactly how, but Basketball Qiao's animal instincts made him glance subconsciously at Professor Lu. Yes, the two had become similar. They both gave him the sense of a large beast casually eyeing its dinner—the confidence of someone in control of the entire situation.

Clearly, Zhen Liu looked thinner than Brother Hao and stood alone, yet he somehow gave off the dangerous aura of someone who lived by the blade.

Even Brother Hao involuntarily slowed his step. He did not attack immediately, merely asking, "Have you found the murderer?"

"That depends on what kind of murderer you're looking for." Zhen Liu answered unhurriedly, matching Brother Hao in presence and even faintly showing signs of overwhelming him. "But no matter what kind of murderer it is, I won't say anything unless it's just you and me here."

The white mist from the humidifier drifted into the air with a light breeze, dispersing into nothing.

Brother Hao frowned. Just as he was about to speak, his vision blurred, leaving the momentum he had worked so hard to gather with only a dry sentence: "You think I care that much?"

"Of course you don't. But do you care about your criminal evidence? If I don't report in safely later, it will appear at the police station." That was naturally a lie. Zhen Liu sat there as steady as a mountain, looking at Brother Hao with a faintly amused smile. "Don't you find it strange? Why is it only you and me here? Because they've all run away."

Brother Hao was a little confused, but still rational. "If they could run, why didn't you?"

Zhen Liu was even calmer than Brother Hao. "I set up such a big trap to lure you out. Why would I run?"

"Oh?" Brother Hao was only half-convinced by Zhen Liu's explanation, but when he thought of the second-in-command who had been inexplicably reported and hauled in, he could not afford to gamble. These days, the timid feared the bold, and the bold feared those who did not value their lives. In the end, Brother Hao could only compromise and have his men leave the living room to wait outside the villa.

The humidifier continued puffing out white mist, making Brother Hao increasingly irritated. He sprawled into the armchair beside Zhen Liu and picked a fight for no reason. "Why is this thing on?"