Chapter 31: What Do You Think I'm Up To?

“Hmph, as expected, he didn’t return with you all. That guy is still settling accounts in the space. He’s earning profits for your Paranormal Affairs Bureau,” Tu Xingsun sneered with a forced smile and a mocking tone.

Beside him, Shi Gandang retorted, “So, how much do you think he’s gained?”

Their memories naturally ended at the moment Principal Wang had crushed them like fresh watermelon juice.

They had no knowledge of the events that followed after school.

“No matter what the upper limit is, at least he obtained one ordinary piece of equipment. If luck favors him, maybe even a genuine fine-quality item,” Qing Heyikan said seemingly indifferent, but her tone was thick with resentment.

As the first to be eliminated, she was filled with frustration and anger.

She had been the closest to the truth from the start! She was the first to learn everything about the Little Black Room ahead of everyone else, yet she ended up empty-handed.

Who could accept that?

The three of them now stood near the flowerbed by the teaching building, ready to catch any new stirrings immediately.

Baili Dao stood by the school gate, clutching a cigarette in his mouth, expressionless as he watched them.

Suddenly—

The outermost tree on campus shook violently, as if something had just landed on it.

The three exchanged glances and dashed over.

From afar, they saw the jet-black bulletproof vest, the peachwood sword, cross, garlic, and other strange items clinking against each other.

Widow! It’s him!

“Heh heh heh, kid, you…”

Click—

Tu Xingsun’s sly smile froze instantly.

Because the strange sound just now was the glint of metal as the man pulled a gleaming object from his back waist, disengaged the safety, chambered a round, and aimed it at his head.

“Laugh now? Why aren’t you laughing anymore?”

“Born without a sense of humor?”

“Or can’t you laugh when you see my old friend—the M1911 Smith & Wesson, American-made?”

Wu Wang’s lips curled into an even more mischievous grin as he steadily approached them, sending chills down their spines and cold sweat down their backs.

Indeed, they were higher-level players with more tools and equipment.

But damn, that was a handgun!

Disaster players were not gods.

They were still flesh and blood. As carbon-based lifeforms, they couldn’t simply ignore the power of firearms.

Even if some disaster players had developed bulletproof bodies, they certainly weren’t these low-tier level five or six scrubs.

“Calm down! Brother Wang, calm down!” Baili Dao jumped out from the side, placing himself between them, the cigarette halfway burnt.

Wu Wang raised an eyebrow and said, “What? You’re tempted to join them and start trouble too?”

At this, the others shook their heads vigorously.

Especially Tu Xingsun, who was trembling, stammering, “N-no, no, no, brother, you’re mistaken. We won’t lay a finger on you. After all, the Paranormal Affairs Bureau has your back now.”

He raised his hands where Wu Wang could see, proving he had no hostile intent.

The other two did the same.

This strange behavior confused Wu Wang, who was prepared to unleash carnage.

He turned his gaze to Baili Dao and asked, “What’s going on, man? Did you drug them? Why are they suddenly talking nonsense?”

What possible connection could there be between drugs and nonsense?

Baili Dao heard the familiar teasing, dropped the cigarette, stomped it out, and said, “I told them, Brother Wang, you’re already an unregistered reserve member of the Paranormal Affairs Bureau. To attack you would be to provoke the Bureau, which naturally means being wanted. At least domestically, there’s no way to keep operating.”

“For an ordinary piece of equipment, they wouldn’t dare offend the Paranormal Affairs Bureau.”

This excuse made Wu Wang laugh.

He rubbed his temples and retorted, “Do I look like an idiot? Or do they? Who would believe such a flimsy, last-minute excuse?”

Even a fool could see he had no connection with the Bureau.

Otherwise, Baili Dao would have teamed up with him from the start.

This excuse wouldn’t fool even a child.

“No, once you sign, that excuse becomes real,” Baili Dao flicked his wrist, producing a contract out of thin air, which faintly bore the image of a simple sword.

[Temporary Employment Contract]

[A document with strong binding effects; both parties must not violate its terms. Otherwise, the disaster game will erase the player’s account.]

Wu Wang flipped through it expressionlessly.

The details outlined the duties both sides must fulfill when the Bureau recruits freelance players.

But as he read, confusion crept onto his face.

In the middle of the contract was a plain white sheet of paper—completely blank.

At the same time, a notification popped up in his field of vision—

[Baili Dao#100100 requests to add you as a friend]

[Accepted]

Wu Wang silently accepted.

He wanted to see what Baili Dao was really up to.

“Brother Wang, sorry, I had no choice but to take this step. You pretend to sign the contract but actually write your name on the blank page. It’s a fake that fools them into thinking it’s real.”

“I don’t want to force you into joining the Bureau. Of course, if you want to, we warmly welcome you.”

“By the way, you should know that our country has strict gun control laws. Bureau players can legally carry firearms.”

Immediately after adding him as a friend, Baili Dao’s message popped up.

If a player’s info panel wasn’t public, others couldn’t see their chat.

So their conversation was entirely private; the three others had no idea.

They only saw Wu Wang deep in thought.

To be honest, Wu Wang hadn’t expected Baili Dao to go this far.

This method was actually quite clever in a way.

On one hand, it defused his crisis; on the other, it showed generosity and no coercion, making him feel warmly toward the Bureau.

So Baili Dao was really selling a setup!

If Wu Wang were an ordinary player, he might have tearfully chosen to join the Bureau now.

Unfortunately, he was no normal player.

“Brother Baili, I appreciate the gesture, but I don’t need the contract,” Wu Wang smiled and handed it back, then turned to the three odd freelancers and said, “You think you can easily take me down?”

“You’ll have to find out who I really am first. Don’t tell me you think this is my true face?”

No sooner had he spoken than his face began to melt away.

His entire figure grew taller, and even his bulletproof vest at the chest gradually swelled, almost popping the buttons.

To everyone’s astonishment,

He transformed from a delicate-faced youth into a young woman with a stunning figure, her exquisite and alluring face unforgettable at a glance.

“Heh heh heh, I have plenty of appearances for you to choose from. Which one do you want to see?” Wu Wang’s movements became graceful and seductive.

Even when laughing, he lightly touched his luscious lips, his hips arching slightly, the shape outlined perfectly by his pants, making the others feel parched and breathless.

Yet before they could answer,

Wu Wang’s entire form almost vanished into the night.

Looking closely, his skin turned pitch black, resembling a stowaway from Africa.

Thick lips, short hair in dreadlocks.

He covered his mouth with a black hand and performed an impromptu beatbox, adding, “Yo yo yo, I’m a rapper! S… Skr~”

Within just ten seconds,

The visual shock he delivered was even more stunning than the flashy moves inside the dungeon.

“What… what is this?”

“An item? Or an equipment effect?”

“Damn it! He never showed us his true face from the start!”

The three freelancers’ faces twisted with frustration.

When they saw Wu Wang refuse the Bureau’s invitation earlier, they had secretly rejoiced.

Their biggest advantage was their recklessness and knowing Wu Wang’s true appearance, ready to open his box anytime.

Even if they couldn’t snatch his stuff directly, they could always threaten him using his friends and loved ones.

Experienced con artists always have ways to deal with a greenhorn.

But now the situation was reversed!

His face and even gender might be faked, but their own faces were real!

Their box attacks couldn’t lock onto a target.

He could hide in the crowd, change his face, investigate everything, lurk around his home, even replace his friends and family.

No good! My last hope!

“Brother Baili, rest assured, I understand firearm regulations. Besides, how would a plain civilian like me get a real gun? Don’t believe me? Look.”

“This is all fake…”

Pew—

No sooner had he spoken than Wu Wang aimed the gun at Baili Dao and pulled the trigger.

A stream of clear water shot out from the muzzle.

It splashed Baili Dao’s shoe sharply.

“Which factory makes water guns look this realistic?” Baili Dao couldn’t help but laugh.

At the same time, he relaxed.

Though Wu Wang rejected joining the Bureau, his attitude clearly showed goodwill, not opposition.

Fine, if he can’t join, no matter.

Just don’t become an enemy.

“I’m off! I’m going to use moonwalk to find One Piece! See you all later!”

With that, Wu Wang leapt high.

In midair, he stomped twice.

A double jump!

Then a triple, quadruple—

His figure gradually vanished over the horizon, already higher than most building floors.

Baili Dao turned to look at the three.

Just as he was about to tell them to stop attacking, he realized only Shi Gandang and Qing Heyikan remained.

“Crap! This bastard really dares!” he exclaimed, looking up sharply.

[Hawk’s Eye] activated!

He just caught sight of Tu Xingsun’s short figure suddenly appearing beside Wu Wang in midair, face twisted with ferocity, brandishing a pale blue dagger.

Clearly not an ordinary blade.

Most likely some kind of equipment or tool.

Quality probably low, maybe “inferior” grade.

But since he pulled it out now, he must believe it could deal a fatal blow to Wu Wang!

This damn guy really has no good intentions!

His whole act is poison!

“Since I can’t settle the score with you later… why not just kill you now? Hahaha!” Tu Xingsun laughed recklessly.

Not to mention Wu Wang’s constantly changing body shape and appearance equipment or tools—those were already fine-quality items.

He could tell it wasn’t an illusion but a real physical transformation! That was valuable!

Now he could kill and loot,

then use that to hide in the crowd!

A huge windfall!

Bang—

A loud explosion echoed through the air.

Tu Xingsun’s grin remained, but a clear, penetrating wound appeared on his forehead—obviously dead beyond doubt.

“Woohoo! Kennedy-style crazy brainstorm!” Wu Wang laughed heartily.

In his right hand was the M1911 Smith & Wesson water gun.

But in his left—at some unknown moment—he held a crudely made weapon resembling a homemade Kalashnikov, not a standard-issue firearm.

As for where it came from,

Wu Wang had a story.

Before becoming a disaster player, he had actually made and hidden it secretly; now with a player backpack, it was easier to carry.

He hadn’t used it in the dungeon because brute force couldn’t solve the Gao Shan High School problem, and he hadn’t yet gotten a silencer—such a loud weapon would make him a target.

“What do you think I’m selling?”

“I’m selling gunpowder!”