The Byoukidere Is Her Sweetie

Chapter 138: 138: Decisive Strike, A Exploded (Second Update)
 

“It’s… it’s Lord Black Impermanence.”

Lord Black Impermanence?

Bullshit!

Captain Xiao lost his temper and kicked out, “Damn it, spout nonsense again and I’ll beat you!” Scowling, he asked again, “Say it again, who sent you?”

Wang Dahai was still clutching his head, trembling all over, and began to cry, “I… I wasn’t talking nonsense, it was Lord Black Impermanence.”

Must be an idiot.

Captain Xiao grabbed the bag and searched through it, indeed finding a tracking device on top of it. Which meant the operation had been blown, the contact had fled, leaving an idiot to bring a bag of AD Calcium Milk as a decoy.

Damn it!

Captain Xiao felt like punching someone.

Wang Dahai immediately hugged his head and shrank back, very frightened, very shocked, but he resolutely decided to go for broke, his voice trembling as he began to speak, “Lord Black… Black… Black Impermanence also had a message.”

Every other word was Lord Black Impermanence; he really made it sound like some mysterious spirit calling.

Captain Xiao actually wanted to see what kind of demon or ghost was playing tricks: “What did he say?”

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Wang Dahai’s face looked exactly like he was possessed, amidst the terror, there was a strange mixture of reverence, “Lord Black Impermanence said, there are many little ghosts around here.”

One Lord Black Impermanence wasn’t enough, now there’s a whole bunch of little ghosts.

Damn it all!

In the dead of the night, the Drug Enforcement Team was kept awake, each one turned into a confused mess, Li Xiao rubbed his forehead, “What the hell is all this?”

He kicked a stone in irritation, hitting a car just right.

The last digits of the license plate, four threes, huh.

That kind of license plate, there’s only one in the entire police department—it belonged to the boss of the intelligence unit, the Qiao family’s fourth son.

Although Li Xiao didn’t care for the rich sons who drove with one hand, he still respected the head of the intelligence unit: “Captain Qiao, what brings you here?”

Qiao Nanchu got out of the car, didn’t come over, but leaned against the door with his arms crossed: “Don’t mind me, go catch ghosts.”

Li Xiao had a baffled look, “Huh?”

Qiao Nanchu stood beside his fancy car, looking carefree and like a playboy rather than a policeman, smiling but not quite smiling, he said, “There are little ghosts around.”

Li Xiao still didn’t understand, “What little ghosts?”

Captain Xiao had already given the order, “Search.”

In the shadows.

The lurking underlings were nervous, wiping the sweat from their heads: “Boss, something’s not right.”

The man called boss touched the tattoo on his neck, thought for a moment, then walked out from the back alley of the kindergarten, activated his earpiece and said, “Everyone retreat.”

“There!” The Drug Enforcement Team was closing in.

The man didn’t have time to plan, he only urged those hidden in the dark, “Hurry up and retreat!”

Retreat?

The Drug Enforcement Team had seven apprehension plans in place for the planned escape routes for this drug sweep, wishing to retreat, but where to?

“Bang!” Captain Xiao fired a shot into the air, “Arrest everyone, don’t let a single one get away.”

“Yes Sir!”

FOR headquarters.

The man with long bangs rushed in from the outside in a hurry, screaming in panic, “Boss, boss!”

Ah Win frowned, the scar on his forehead twitched twice, “What are you shrieking about?”

“Trouble, Brother Cheng called, said Z didn’t go to Jingming Road, all the brothers we sent have been caught by the cops.”

Upon hearing this, Ah Win clenched his fist, his tattooed forearm muscles bulged and tensed up: “What rubbish! If Z didn’t go to Jingming Road, then where did she go?”

Where indeed?

The girl’s voice was low, “I’m right here.”

The door was pushed open, and Zhou Xufang walked in dressed in black, carrying a baseball bat.

A black cap covered her forehead, beneath which were a pair of special-function glasses, a black mask, a leather jacket over a hoodie, paired with black pencil pants, and Doc Martens. She moved with precision and cleanliness, her movements didn’t carry a breeze but an aura of menace.

The errand runner, Z.

Her showing up at FOR’s headquarters was completely unexpected. Ah Win was astounded, his eyes flashed with fleeting panic, his arm muscles completely tensed, ready to fight at any moment: “How did you get here?”

It was, of course, time to settle accounts.

Zhou Xufang put down the black backpack, tossed it on the floor, dragged the baseball bat forward a couple of steps, stopped, then raised the bat and smashed it into the computer by the door.

Clang!

The computer screen shattered instantly.

Ah Win stepped back, and all the computer technicians in the large office froze. That single loud noise had all of FOR’s enforcers coming out, from upstairs and downstairs, at least thirty or forty people.

No one expected Zhou Xufang to pick up a metal bar and tap it on the computer desk. Clearly a young girl, yet when she spoke, she exuded an intimidating presence: “Where is that guy named Zhang? Call him out.”

Forty minutes earlier.

Zhou Xufang had taken the goods out from the storage locker on the third floor of Jingbai City and didn’t take the roads, fearing being tracked, she took ‘the air route’—running from building to building. Although tiring, it was safe.

Not even a thousand meters out from Jingbai City, Shuangjiang called her to stop.

“Xu Fang, something’s not right.”

Zhou Xufang stopped on the rooftop of a building, looking down over the bustling street below: “What is it?”

The synthetic voice of Shuangjiang came through the earpiece: “Besides me, a third party is tampering with the surveillance on this route.”

An ambush?

Zhou Xufang set the bag down, opened it, and tore through layer after layer of white wrapping paper, and when she reached the very last layer, her expression darkened, “We’ve been played, it’s not counterfeit diamonds in the bag, it’s narcotics.”

She’d been set up.

“Can you check for a tracking device?”

Zhou Xufang flipped the bag over and saw it, “Yes, there is one.”

Shuangjiang said, “Wait for me three minutes.”

“Okay.”

Zhou Xufang found a spot to sit and weighed the bag in her hold. The quantity inside was enough for a death penalty. They were out to kill her.

Exactly three minutes passed.

Shuangjiang pulled out the locator. “The tracking server is at FOR’s headquarters.” She speculated, “Someone must have hired FOR, purposely leading us to Jingming Road. There might be an ambush there.”

Not just FOR’s people, but likely the police were also involved. Zhou Xufang looked up at the sky—no stars at all—her mood couldn’t be any worse. “If it’s just to lure me over, there’s no need to involve drugs and the police. There must be another motive.”

It seemed like a trap, birds of a feather falling together.

She was in the worst of moods. She was supposed to meet Jiang Zhi at nine, but now it looked like that would have to be postponed. She missed Jiang Zhi so much… she didn’t want to do this anymore…

Shuangjiang asked her opinion, “What should we do?”

“We have to figure it out.” Zhou Xufang never liked being in the dark, nor did she enjoy trouble. But when someone messed with her, she had to mess back. Without establishing authority, how can one survive in the world of errand runners?

Shuangjiang had concerns: “You can’t go to Jingming Road. If you do, things will get messy.”

“Yeah, I know.”

Zhou Xufang stood up with her bag and walked to the edge of the rooftop. It wasn’t very high. With a leap, she jumped down. Perfect—rounding the corner, there was a small supermarket.

Inside, there was just one cashier, a young guy with a strikingly square face—very square, like a perfect rectangle. Rectangle-face guy was engrossed in a video game.

Zhou Xufang’s attire didn’t draw his notice; head down, he continued gaming, only saying, “Get whatever you need.”

Zhou Xufang went in and asked, “Is there a black backpack here?”

“Top of the third shelf on the left.”

Rectangle-face guy was busy playing a shooting game, shouting for his teammates to heal up. Having just healed them, a hand in a black glove placed a black backpack on the counter, followed by several cartons of AD calcium milk.

He momentarily put down his phone, though his eyes reluctantly stayed glued to the screen as he scanned the items. “That’s one eighty-four. Cash or—” He picked up his phone again, finally looking up at the customer. “Duang!”

The phone hit the ground.

In the game, his character crashed and died.

The guy was terrified: “You—you’re robbing the place?” This head-to-toe getup is typically a robber’s, usually those big-time heist kind with knives and guns.

Zhou Xu spoke with a low voice, “I’m not robbing.” She stuffed the calcium milk into the backpack, surprised, “You can see me?”

What else?

He’s not a ghost to be invisible, right?

The ‘robber’ asked, “What’s your name?”

If he doesn’t answer, will she pull out a gun and shoot him? Better to answer; better alive than dead: “Wang Dahai.” At that moment, he wanted to scream for help, but he didn’t dare. He feared being silenced.

The ‘robber’ called out his name, then exclaimed with amazement, “You have a unique bone structure, a destiny unlike others.”

Wang Dahai: “??”

Do today’s robbers act this wild? Moreover, a female robber?

She was serious, like a somber preacher, “Others can’t see me because I am a ghost.”

Wang Dahai: “!!”

Just rob and get it over with… don’t play the ghost card. Just hurry up and rob, and after that get out…

But she wasn’t interested in robbing. She popped her hooded head out, just a mass of black, and said, “I am a Hell Messenger, Lord Black Impermanence.”

And then, a miracle happened.

In the blink of an eye, she vanished.

Another blink, and she reappeared.

With the next blink, she leaped to the ceiling, shattering the hanging light.

Instant darkness, then in the next second, she whipped out a flashlight and shone it forward, illuminating Wang Dahai. He sat down hard on the floor and began to screech, “Ghost ah ah ah—”

The silent ghost ‘floated’ over, flashlight still on Wang Dahai’s square face, “Don’t scream.”

A living, breathing ghost…

Wang Dahai covered his mouth, too terrified to make a sound, nearly fainting as he scooted backward, tears and snot streaming, “Don’t—don’t—don’t come any closer…”

But the ghost followed him.

His eyes rolled back; he was about to pass out.

“Don’t faint,” the female ghost said. “Don’t be afraid; I won’t hurt you. I told you, you have a unique bone structure, capable of seeing Lord Ghost Messenger, a distinguished mortal messenger.”

In immense fear, the distinguished mortal messenger plunged into a deep confusion.

“Lord Black Impermanence has a task for you,” she said, leaning closer, her black figure dominating. “Mortal messenger, can you fulfill it?”

Mortal messenger: “??”

The mortal messenger only wanted to soil himself.

Rewind to nine sixteen, at FOR’s headquarters.

Bang.

A computer screen shattered into pieces.

Zhou Xufang, wielding a metal baseball bat, tapped on the desk with a deep, commanding voice, “Bring out that guy named Zhang.”

Ah Win raised his hand, and the technicians stepped back as muscular enforcers encircled them. With a vicious look and a twitching scar on his forehead, his gaze fixed on Zhou Xufang like a venomous snake, “Do you know where you are? Are you daring to come here alone?”

She didn’t speak but lifted the bat again and smashed it down.

Bang!

Another computer went to pieces, and the adjacent glass door shattered in response.

She crouched down, rested the bat on her shoulder, and retied her loose shoelaces. Lifting her head, her eyes fierce behind her glasses, she said, “Do you know who I am? Is there anywhere I wouldn’t dare go?” She put her hoodie over her cap and stood up, weighing the baseball bat in her hand. “I don’t pull all-nighters. I need to get back quickly, so let’s speed this up. All of you, come at once.”

Such audacity.

Ah Win clapped his hands. His tattooed muscles bulged with eagerness. He loudly declared, “Boys, let’s give our honored guest a proper welcome.”

As his words fell, a dozen robust men advanced toward Zhou Xufang.

Her expression unchanging, she tossed the baseball bat high, leapt to catch it, and prepared to strike fiercely.