At Brother Wolf’s roar, everyone around him froze.
They couldn’t understand why their boss would suddenly shout like that.
But upon closer inspection, they were all startled.
As it turned out, while the girl’s right hand still restrained Brother Wolf’s wrist, her left hand now held a sizable, pure silver revolver pressed firmly against his head.
Forced to tilt his head back, Brother Wolf felt the cold metal of the muzzle.
Whether out of fear or sheer pain, sweat poured down his forehead.
His expression flickered with hesitation, but he gritted his teeth and spoke.
“Little girl, I don’t know who sent you to mess with me.”
“But do you really think a toy gun can scare someone who’s been in this business for over twenty years?”
His tone was low, simmering with suppressed rage, but he didn’t dare act too arrogant.
Twilight looked at him as if he were trash.
She didn’t respond.
Instead, her thumb pulled back the hammer.
Click —
The crisp sound might have been drowned out by the noise of the Red Light District for others.
But to Brother Wolf, it was exceptionally clear.
“Check it, or don’t,” Twilight’s voice carried a hint of chilling cold.
Her crimson pupils seemed to radiate the scent of blood.
Thump…
Thump…
Brother Wolf’s mind went blank.
His entire body began to tremble.
Finally unable to withstand the pressure, he gave up his struggle.
“I’ll check!”
“I’ll check it!”
He spoke with a hint of a sob.
Twilight looked at him, released his wrist, and slipped the revolver into a specialized pocket inside her student uniform.
She then casually tossed the black bag she was carrying next to him.
Rustle…
Several bundles of red bills fell out, looking exceptionally vibrant.
“200,000. That’s your payment and your medical expenses.”
“The target’s information and my phone number are in the bag. Find them yourself.”
“If I don’t get what I want by 12:00 PM tomorrow…”
“I will kill you.”
Having said her piece, Twilight didn’t look at Brother Wolf again.
Under the watchful eyes of the stunned thugs, she walked away.
Only after she left did the thugs rush over to support Brother Wolf.
One of them grumbled indignantly, “Boss, we’re just letting that girl go like that?”
“Let’s set a trap and kill her!!!”
Brother Wolf lowered his head and said in a heavy voice, “Forget about this!”
“That gun was real…”
“That girl… she really will kill someone…”
“In fact, she probably already has.”
“We kicked a steel plate today.
Everyone, get back to whatever you were doing.”
Thug: “Boss, let’s get you to the hospital first!”
Gritter his teeth, Brother Wolf shook his head.
He pulled his phone out of his pocket with his left hand and had his subordinates find the note in the bag.
He then dialed a number.
“Hey, Master Wu, I’m so sorry to bother you this late.”
“No, no, I didn’t cause any trouble, don’t worry!”
“Right, I have a small urgent matter. I need to look someone up. I need the info by 10:00 AM tomorrow at the latest.”
“Didn’t your wife have her eye on an Omega De Ville series watch? A younger brother of mine just came back from abroad and brought a new one.”
“Haha, it’s not expensive, just over 40,000. You know me, Master Wu, a big guy like me can’t exactly wear a lady’s watch…”
***
The next day, before 9:00 AM, Twilight received the information she wanted.
The name Yi Mo wasn’t common, and there weren’t many people with the same name.
Twilight quickly filtered through them to find the one she was looking for.
“Yi Mo…”
“Luofeng City…”
Twilight murmured.
Her cold gaze held a hint of morbid excitement as she picked up her phone to book the earliest flight possible.
***
In a luxurious villa within a private courtyard in Shangjing City.
An exquisite silver-haired girl sat on the balcony, holding a cup of coffee.
She stared blankly at the rising sun.
Standing beside her was a 70-year-old butler holding a tablet.
“Miss, according to our data monitoring, someone searched for your brother’s information on the internal network yesterday.”
“Our subordinates traced it. The IP originated from Mo City. After screening the data, we’ve determined that someone likely intends to harm your brother. However, we haven’t been able to determine exactly who your brother might have offended.”
“Mm, I see,” the silver-haired girl’s voice lacked emotion.
“Should I send someone to…”
“No need.”
After saying that, the silver-haired girl stood up.
She was about 1.65 meters tall, wearing a floor-length white sundress.
Her frame was somewhat slender, and her refined features gave her an ethereal, otherworldly appearance.
She walked to the balcony railing and quietly watched the distant, disc-like sun.
She murmured, “Brother is still too weak right now.”
“It isn’t time yet.”
“However, he isn’t someone others can just bully…”
“Grow up quickly, Brother.”
“I look forward to meeting you again soon…”
***
It had been three days since the last Death Game ended.
On the first day, perhaps because Yi Mo wanted to vent, he actually streamed until 12:00 PM before logging off.
The stream reached a peak of over 4,000,000 viewers, and the donations he received that day were three times higher than the person in second place on the Kaki website.
Although he made a lot of money, Yi Mo, who had achieved financial freedom two years ago, didn’t feel particularly happy.
Once he got tired, he collapsed onto his bed and fell fast asleep.
He didn’t wake up in a daze until noon the next day.
And then, things took a turn for the worse.
Not only did he have a fever, but his throat hurt so much he could barely speak.
Every time he swallowed, it felt as if a fishbone were stuck there.
Yi Mo had lived alone for four years.
He rarely got sick, but he kept plenty of medicine on hand.
Crawling out of bed in his pajamas like a wounded soldier on the battlefield, he rummaged through the medicine cabinet half-dead.
Cold medicine, fever reducers, anti-inflammatories — he didn’t even check if they were expired.
He just grabbed a handful.
He boiled some water and made a bowl of instant noodles, forcing himself to finish them.
Because he didn’t want to wait for the water to cool, he mixed mineral water with hot water.
He closed his eyes, swallowed all the pills, and rolled back into bed to continue sleeping.
While sleeping, Yi Mo felt like he was constantly having nightmares.
He woke up frequently, drenched in sweat to the point where his quilt was damp.
Because he was so exhausted, he remained in a daze.
By the time he was fully awake, it was already noon on the third day.
Perhaps the medicine had worked.
Although his voice was still very raspy and his throat hurt, his head was no longer fuzzy, and his body felt much lighter.
He put on some clothes and went to the apartment complex’s delivery lockers to see if his new phone had arrived.
He lived in Unit 502 of Building 18, but he opened the delivery locker for 501.
He saw that the package had indeed arrived.
Subconsciously, he glanced around.
Perhaps because the weather was too hot, no one was wandering around outside at this hour.
He felt relieved and went straight home.
He boiled some water, grabbed a bowl of instant noodles from the small storage room, and hurried to unbox the phone.
After all, being without a phone was very troublesome.
It wasn’t that he expected anyone to contact him; he simply felt uneasy without a phone in his hand, as if he had lost his wife.
The phone Yi Mo bought was the same model as his previous one.
It wasn’t cheap, costing over 8,000 yuan.
He had the means to buy a better one, but he really couldn’t be bothered to research a new operating system and slowly adapt to it.
His mindset was like an old man’s, lacking any desire for novelty.
Charging it, turning it on, and setting up the system happened in one smooth motion.
He planned to quickly redownload all the apps he needed.
But…
Sitting very abruptly on the home screen was an app icon for [Start With a Girlfriend].
It lay there quietly, like an eye staring at him mockingly.
It instantly drained his strength, leaving his heart feeling half-frozen.