Transmigrating Into a Book, the Villain Becomes the White Moonlight!

112: Chapter 112 So your name is Shen He?”Fine,” Su Bai crossed his hands behind his head and gave a helpless smile. ”Getting two ’good person cards’ in a single day—I’m doing a pretty poor job as a Villain.”

He closed his eyes and then opened them again. The playful look in his eyes faded, replaced by a certain calmness. ”By the way, I forgot to tell you, that guy named Shen He has been found.”

”That fast?!” Fatty’s eyes widened suddenly, which tugged at his wounds and made him hiss in pain, though his surprise was even greater. ”It’s only been half a day! Is Uncle Fu really that efficient?”

”Yeah, we tracked down his approximate location this afternoon,” Su Bai replied. ”But I got delayed by the auction later. I’ll go meet him tomorrow.”

”Tomorrow? Take me with you!” Fatty immediately got excited, struggling to sit up straight.

”You two stay in class,” Su Bai glanced at him and then at Zhou Feng. ”I’ll handle this cleanly.”

”That won’t do, Brother Su!” Fatty immediately shook his head, his face full of resentment. ”I took a beating for no reason and didn’t even get a chance to fight back. If I don’t let this out, I won’t be able to sleep at night! I have to give him a thrashing!”

”I don’t have to go,” Zhou Feng replied very quickly.

As soon as he finished speaking, a pillow came flying at him with a whistle. ”Zhou Feng! You’re so disloyal!”

Fatty glared in anger. ”I’m telling you, if Ji Bochang’s gang could corner me today, they can corner you tomorrow! I was just set as the first target! You think you can escape?”

”I don’t leave the school anyway,” Zhou Feng nimbly caught the pillow and tossed it back to Fatty with a grin, his tone relaxed. ”Cafeteria, classroom, dorm—the three-point routine. It’s perfectly safe.”

”Safe? You’re the least safe like that! Back when Germany blitzed Poland, they thought their defenses were rock solid too...”

”If I had an army of three hundred thousand, would I be stuck in this dorm talking crap with you? I’d have flattened Ji Bochang’s house long ago!”

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Midday the following day.

The sunlight was piercing, completely out of place with the scene ahead.

The location was deep within an old district slated for demolition in West City, on the ground floor of a semi-abandoned corridor building.

There wasn’t even a proper house number. Only on the mottled wall, cheap colored LED strips were crookedly wound to form the two blurry words: ’Bar’.

The door was pushed open from the outside with blunt force, creaking loudly.

A group of lean, powerful men in neat black suits filed in, instantly shattering the murky silence of the room.

They dispersed with practiced discipline, subtly taking control of the entrances and several corners.

Su Bai walked in last, strolling at a leisurely pace.

Today he was wearing a simple black jacket and cargo pants, looking almost too clean compared to his surroundings.

As soon as he entered, he instinctively furrowed his brows—the air was a nauseating mix of low-quality alcohol, vomit, lingering cigarette smoke, and an indescribable sour stench of mold and sweat.

The lighting was dim. On several worn-out sofas in the corners, a few men lay sprawled out, dead drunk and snoring like thunder. Two girls in revealing clothes and with dazed expressions were curled up to the side, seemingly unresponsive to the intruders.

Uncle Fu stood silently by Su Bai’s side, his gaze landing precisely on a man in a floral shirt in the middle of the sofas. Though clearly drunk, the man had a fairly sturdy build. Uncle Fu whispered, ”Young Master, the one in the middle is Shen He.”

Su Bai nodded, his face expressionless.

Uncle Fu gave a slight wave of his hand. Two bodyguards immediately stepped forward, efficiently dragging the still-snoring man off the sofa and hauling him to the center of the clearing like a chick.

”Fuck! Who is it?! What are you doing?!” Shen He was startled awake by the sudden violence. He cursed bleary-eyed, struggling to break free from the grip.

Before he could finish, a cold, hard steel pipe was silently pressed against his temple with considerable force.

Shen He’s remaining curses instantly caught in his throat. Most of his drunkenness was scared away, and cold sweat broke out immediately.

He froze all movement, quickly raising his hands above his head, his voice trembling. ”Bro... brothers... let’s talk this out, let’s talk this out... is there some kind of mistake?”

”So you’re the one fucking called Shen He?” Su Bai finally strolled forward, casting a cold glance at him.

Then, his gaze fell on a greasy little table nearby, where some suspicious white powder and straws were scattered.

Su Bai casually ground the tip of his shoe into the stain. ”You’ve got some nerve.”

”Young Master Su!” another bodyguard checking a corner suddenly called out, his voice grave.

Su Bai looked toward the sound.

Behind the bar, at the base of a thick load-bearing pillar, a young man was actually chained up with a rusty iron chain.

The person looked no more than eighteen or nineteen, dressed in rags. His face was covered in dried, blackened blood and filth, and there were many purple bruises on his exposed skin.

His head hung low, his breathing weak, appearing to be in a semi-conscious state.

Su Bai walked over, knelt down, and reached out a finger to poke the boy’s blood-stained cheek.

The boy seemed startled by the touch. With great difficulty, he slowly lifted a swollen eyelid, revealing a sliver of murky, lifeless eye. He gave Su Bai a blank look, then, as if having exhausted all his strength, his head slumped and he sank back into silence.

”Young Master Su?” Hearing the bodyguard’s address and seeing the young man’s overall aura and the scale of the operation, Shen He’s heart skipped a beat, and he instantly guessed the newcomer’s identity.

A fawning smile, nearly distorted, immediately squeezed onto his face. Ignoring the steel pipe still against his temple, he bowed and scraped, saying, ”So it’s Young Master Su! Your presence is an honor; why didn’t you say something in advance so I could prepare... I wonder what Young Master Su is looking for me for? Just say the word, and I, Shen He, will definitely get it done!”

”When Ji Bochang told you to beat someone up, did he not tell you who it was? Or why he wanted you to do it?” Su Bai turned back to face Shen He, his voice not loud but piercing like an icicle.

By the dusty light filtering through the broken window, Shen He finally saw the face of this Young Master Su clearly.

Young and handsome, but those eyes held no warmth whatsoever.

Cold sweat instantly soaked Shen He’s hairline and back. His Adam’s apple bobbed, and his voice was dry and tight:

”I... I knew a little... Young Master... Ji Bochang just said to teach someone a lesson, to show them who’s boss... I—I really didn’t know that was your friend, Young Master Su! If I had known, I wouldn’t have dared even if I had a hundred times the courage!”

In his mind, he had already cursed Ji Bochang’s ancestors for eighteen generations.

That bastard had only vaguely mentioned it was a small school conflict, the money was good, and the target was a student who didn’t seem to have any background. He had taken the job without thinking twice.

After all, this kind of thing happened more than once or twice.

Who could have thought that behind this small conflict lay a titan like the Su Family?

That son of a bitch Ji Bochang hadn’t breathed a word!

”You don’t know me, yet you dare take jobs like this in City A?” Su Bai tilted his head slightly.

He reached out his hand, and a nearby bodyguard immediately placed the steel pipe from before into his palm.

Su Bai weighed it, the cold metallic sensation transferring through his palm.

”Then today, I’ll make sure you get to know something else.”

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That felt great to write; I’ve finally erupted from the silence.

That bastard Shen He, just watch how the Protagonist finishes him off!

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