Yanjing time, exactly twelve o'clock noon.

A call from Huadu came through on the Judge's number.

A hoarse voice rang on the phone: "Brother, it's done."

"Thank you for your effort, brother." The Judge spoke into the phone, paused, and explained, "You're closest to that place, otherwise I wouldn't have sent you; excessive killing will only harm you both mentally and physically."

"I like killing, brother."

On the phone, the voice of Shura was as calm as water, as if the frenzied slaughter thirty minutes ago had nothing to do with him.

"Sigh..." The Judge sighed heavily.

The call was disconnected.

The time went back thirty minutes ago —

ding ding ding —

A volley of bullets rained down like a slanted downpour.

Shura propelled his wheelchair with both hands, dodging each bullet at an insane speed.

More than thirty assassins were shooting madly at him simultaneously.

Soon after, flashes of cold light flickered, splattering large amounts of blood with each glint.

Heads rolled to the ground with a gurgling sound, without knowing how they were taken down in their last moments.

Those low-tier assassins had never encountered such a terrifying disabled person.

"Surround him, everyone. He's a cripple; he can only dodge in one direction. He's not flexible enough, shoot from all sides, and he won't be able to escape."

A voice rang out, belonging to that Scar-faced man. Just as he finished speaking, his brow was pierced by a flying knife from Shura, and a large amount of blood gushed out.

The remaining assassins immediately scattered and surrounded Shura in a circular formation.

"Shura Lord, we genuinely do not want to be your enemies." The leader of the assassins looked extremely uncomfortable.

"Be my enemy? You think you're worthy?"

Shura laughed neurotically, displaying a cruel smile.

"Sh*t, let's go for it, everyone's afraid of you, Shura. Today I'm going to see just how powerful the Reincarnation Shura really is!"

"Brothers, shoot him together, kill Shura, he can't jump, he has no legs."

The assassin leader shouted loudly, steeling himself.

bang bang bang ——

Bullets came flying wildly.

Shura's expression was indifferent. He suddenly slapped the wheelchair with both hands, his crippled body jolting into the air. With his clothes flapping wildly, he withdrew the gun strapped to his back — the Metal Storm.

This handgun has been specially modified, with six rows totaling twelve barrels. It's incredibly expensive and theoretically can fire sixteen thousand custom bullets in one second.

In mid-air, Shura triggered the gun with a sadistic smile.

Below, it immediately felt like it was truly raining.

Over twenty assassins were instantly riddled with holes.

"What!" The assassin leader was stunned. His men were wiped out just like that, as easily as mowing down wheat?

Before he could react, Shura fell from the air, using inertia to fly towards him.

His skeletal hands, like a life-taking Demon Blade, inched closer toward the assassin leader's terrified eyes...

pfft ——

The assassin leader's head was forcibly penetrated.

At the same time, he felt a chill in his chest as his heart was swiftly pulled out.

thump, thump.

The heart was still beating. Shura then crushed it viciously with a bang, scattering flesh and blood all over the ground.

"Hurt my brother just a bit, and I will annihilate your entire clan."

Shura returned to the wheelchair, shakily pushing the wheels down the mountain, where a helicopter sent specially by the Judge awaited him.

Before boarding the helicopter, Shura turned his head and casually threw a specially-made dark bomb from his pocket.

As the helicopter departed, the site of the slaughter erupted with a roar, razing the place to the ground with no remnants of bones left.

...

"Brother Lin? I can really go to school?" Lin Mengru couldn't have dreamt it, happiness had come so unexpectedly.

Just now outside the Principal's office, she was intensely nervous, afraid the school would reject her.

But to her surprise, Brother Lin came out to deliver such good news.

"Yes, the Principal will probably notify you of your official admission tomorrow."

Lin Hai smiled. He was confident that as long as the Beautiful Principal Ning followed the prescription, she would definitely see miraculous results.

"That's great, Brother Lin! Ever since I met you, I've found my luck getting better."

Lin Mengru was overjoyed.

"Hehe, from now on, Brother Lin guarantees that your luck will keep improving."

"Let's go, buy some ingredients and dishes, and make a sumptuous lunch today to celebrate our little Mengru's successful university admission."

Lin Hai suggested.

"Yes, Brother Lin, today it's my treat."

"Alright, no problem."

Ten minutes later, just as Lin Hai returned home, he saw Situ Mingyue in the kitchen, head lowered, intently selecting something.

As he walked over, Lin Hai was stunned.

What the hell?

Cucumber?

He saw Situ Mingyue pick it up, comparing sizes.

This scene was too easy to misunderstand.

Especially with recent online exposes about senior students' dorms where cucumbers, carrots, or even large-sized eggplants with thick girths covered in sticky substances were discovered...

"Sh*t, could it be that Mingyue is into this too?"

To prevent further misunderstandings, Lin Hai coughed.

"Cough cough."

"Ah!"

Situ Mingyue turned around abruptly. Seeing Lin Hai, she was instantly infuriated, clutching her small chest and angrily said, "Why do you walk so quietly? You scared me to death."

"Damn it, I just came in and saw you intently... selecting, uh, that cucumber."

Lin Hai pointed at the cucumber, trying to be as subtle as possible.

Situ Mingyue's eyes shifted; she thought, "This creepy construction worker surely must have misunderstood me, right?"

She then suspiciously glanced at Lin Hai's innocent eyes, feeling that the possibility of her guess was quite high.

After all, creepy people usually have perverted thoughts.

"Hmph, I was just selecting cucumbers."

Lin Hai silently thought, and out of goodwill, reminded, "Well, you should wash cucumbers before using them, otherwise the thorns will affect the experience."

"Thorns your *ss!"

Situ Mingyue was utterly disheartened, feeling vile.

"Uh, just kidding, I'm going to cook now." Lin Hai quickly changed the topic.

"No way!" Situ Mingyue stopped him, glaring and enunciating each word, "I was just hungry; you surely can't misunderstand it as thirst."

"Uh, thirst and hunger, the key lies in the placement of the cucumber."

"You!" Situ Mingyue felt her lungs were about to explode.

This pervert Lin was definitely doing it on purpose!

Situ Mingyue resentfully tossed the cucumber away; she felt she would never like cucumbers again, because whenever she picked one up, Lin Hai's earlier words would automatically come to mind.