Stuck in a Chinese novel
Chapter 79: Just a job (1)

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The woman woke up after a while and felt herself restrained. She panicked as she remembered the prior events. The worst thought began to flow in her mind as she tried to put strength into her limbs only to replace herself lethargic. She couldn't even struggle.

"Don't even think about it, it won't do anything. The gas shuts down almost all of the nervous systems of the human body." A voice entered her ears as she turned her eyes to meet the eyes of an old man who had the most horrifying smile she had ever witnessed on his face.

Tears began to flow out of her eyes as she found strength to speak, "Pl..ea..se… Don't… hu…rt me." She had to expend a lot of effort to just speak because her lips felt very heavy and difficult to part.

"Oh, my dear lamb, I brought you here to hurt you. Ask for something else." Hen Zu said with a chuckle. Tears began to flow out of her eyes with steady streams. She wanted to beg but she couldn't. She just lay there, helpless and powerless.

Hen Zu stepped forward and picked up a sickle from a table nearby and said, "With this sickle, I am going to gouge those eyes of yours out, you filthy who*e." The earlier happy face was gone, replaced with anger, Hen Zu said with the most horrifying expression he could muster and said, "How dare a lowlife like you look at me with scorn. I was born better than you, I lived a life better than you."

He came near her and slammed the sickle just near the woman's head and said, "Yet you who*es look at me like I am a piece of sh*t. You think you are that great! HUH!?"

The woman could only cry in return because she saw no hope out there for her. Hen Zu became even angrier at the fact that she wasn't begging anymore.

"Where's your sharp tongue gone to now, huh?! Where's that look in your eyes gone to?! Go ahead! Look at me like that! Talk to me like that you bit*h!!!!!" Hen Zu's voice reverberated throughout the room.

The woman still cried but the look in her eyes changed to a plead and that made Hen Zu happy. "That's it, that's the look I need in your eyes. Beg me. Beg me to let you live!" Hen Zu said with an exhilarating look on his face that only horrified the woman even more.

She had finally lost all hope when the old man forced her to look at him. However, her eyes spotted something beyond the old man. She didn't know what it meant but the hope in her eyes returned. Seeing the hope in her eyes, Hen Zu's excited expression waned and was replaced by a fuming one.

"WHY IS THERE HOPE IN YOUR EY—KUHH…Kuh… KUHUHUH?!!! Hen Zu shouted with so much force that his throat became sore and he began to cough violently.

He stopped coughing after a while and turned back to the woman only to replace the same look in her eyes. His anger reached its peak and he said, "That's it. I'm not paying with you anymore. I will make sure to cut you without a gag to relish in your screams."

Just as he said that and turned around, something poked his neck. It took him a moment to realize that there was someone standing behind him and that the prick he felt earlier was from a syringe that had been injected into his neck.

The figure with the helmet said nothing as Hen Zu lost consciousness. The helmet man turned to look at the woman who was looking at the scene with confusion in her eyes.

She didn't know whether to feel hope or despair. The helmet came closer to her and said, "Although I don't like to leave witnesses, I'm in a good mood today so I will spare you. But if you say anything about what you saw here, I will replace you, and finish the job, understood?"

The woman felt despair at the first part of the sentence but then she felt hope and happiness at the second part. The final part brought fear along with those words. She would have nodded if she could but she couldn't.

"Stay like that for a while. I've called for the police. A detective will be here. When he asks who saved you, say that it was a man with black hair and eyes. Say that he had a green locket around his neck. Make sure to say it in those exact words.

Also, memorize these words, you're gonna have to say them." Wei Jun delivered a few sets of instructions.

The woman parted her lips with difficulty to say something but Wei Jun took it as a sign to assent so he said, "Tell the detective that the man who saved you said these words, 'I didn't cure you so you could go around doing such nefarious things. I will take back what I have given you.'"

"Make sure to say these exact words. Memorize them. if I don't replace them in the police report tonight, I will be coming for you next, Sha Rue." Wei Jun said her name at the end which he had obtained from her purse to relay the message that he knew who she was so she should do what she was told.

Sha Rue, the woman promised herself to do exactly as the man had said. As for the helmet man, he came outside the villa and heard the police siren some distance away. He calmly made his way to his bike, settled the man on his back, and tied a belt around him to make sure he didn't fall.

He started the bike and he was gone from the area just in time for a sedan to stop in front of the villa and the one to exit from it was none other than Zhao Hui, "Search the perimeter. Saving the victim is the utmost priority."

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Hen Zu slowly opened his eyes but had to close them instinctively because of a hanging light source on top of his head. He closed his eyes shut and kept them shut for a while after which he slowly opened them up to replace out that it was a bulb hanging on top of his head.

He tried to turn his head but his head was strongly strapped in place. He tried to move his limbs but the result was the same. He could feel them; he could even exert the power in his limbs but he couldn't move them with how strongly he was bound, he couldn't even move slightly let alone free himself.

His ears, however, picked up a sound. The sound of someone's step. Fear took hold of him but he couldn't do anything about it. All he could do was wait because even his mouth was tied shut.

After a few minutes, he finally felt someone approaching him and he felt the touch of someone on his head. He said something that only came out as muffled sounds but even an idiot could tell that he was begging.

Soon, his head was freed so he could at least move it. He hurriedly turned to look at the person responsible for his current predicament only for his eyes to go wide.

"You recognize me, don't you?" The handsome man asked with a smile before he added, "We saw each other at the shop before." Wei Jun said.

Hen Zu also recognized the man. It wasn't just from the shop though, at the shop, he had briefly glanced at him and dismissed it but now that he dug deeper into his memory, he knew who this young man was. The young master and the sole heir of the Ruan family, Wei Jun Ruan.

"And now your eyes say that you know who I am so there is no need for an introduction. You know who I am and I know who you are as well." Wei Jun said while slowly circling the table.

Fear struck Hen Zu's heart even more strongly as he tried to say something but it was again muffled by the cover on his mouth.

"Zen Hu. Seventy-two years old. Fought in a battle against foreign western cultivator terrorists. Came out with an injury that caused your erectile dysfunction. Wife left you because of that so you killed her." At first, Wei Jun's recount of the old man's identity was usual but then it took a dark turn.

"After that, you would take prostitutes, take them to your villa, cut them up while they scream, and then dispose of them. By now, you have killed twelve women this way, tonight was your thirteenth victim. Eight victims before your dysfunction and four after it was cured." Wei Jun then came in front of the old man and peered into his eyes.

"But that wasn't enough was it? The cure of dysfunction awakened another sinister and disturbing habit inside you, didn't it?" Wei Jun once again questioned at which, Hen Zu trembled.