Nightmare Apostle

Chapter 240: Chapter 203: Dong Dong

In the following days, Yang Xiao continued his routine life as usual, no one approached him regarding Fu Qingzhu’s matter, and everything at the office remained normal.

Three days later, Yang Xiao received news that the homicide case at North City Ancient Forest Mountain Range had been solved, the perpetrator being a mentally deranged Angel Envoy, who had already been shot dead by random gunfire during pursuit.

From the data downloaded by Zhuge Zhijie, one could see that the pursuit scene was extremely brutal. A somewhat overweight person lay in the small woods, face upwards, his body drenched in blood, especially his face, which had been shot to a pulp. Conservatively estimating, he had been hit by at least a dozen bullets.

Yang Xiao silently picked up his phone and opened Fu Qingzhu’s social feed. The latest update was posted 10 hours ago, showing Fu Qingzhu sitting among a group of girls, dressed in a tasteful suit with a birthday cake on the table, the scene was very warm.

The dead person, judging by his physique, was clearly not Fu Qingzhu; it seemed this youngster really had some skills, managing to have an impostor take his place.

"Did this guy blow up a government building or follow a lonely old person at night with ill intent, to be shot into this ghostly state?" Xi Menxiu was shocked by the photo, "Just for killing an intelligence peddler, that’s too much."

"Don’t speak if it doesn’t promote unity," Yang Xiao put away his phone, giving Xi Menxiu a kind reminder.

In the afternoon, Yang Xiao proceeded with his usual combat and firearms training. After this period of intense training, he had managed to use his strength advantage to compete against Coach Zhu Yina and gain the upper hand for short bursts.

The firearms module had always been Yang Xiao’s strong point, and after the practical experience at Huirong Building, his shooting skills had steadily improved. The coach holding the target paper couldn’t help but praise Yang Xiao as a natural-born killer, not only had he taken down the robbers and hostages, but he didn’t spare his teammates either.

"Coach, it’s a misunderstanding," Yang Xiao tried to explain himself.

"Don’t explain, Captain Yang, if you need to explain, explain to him," the bald coach picked up the target paper featuring a teammate, pointing to the two bullet holes on the teammate’s forehead.

By evening, Yang Xiao’s training had ended, marking another fulfilling day. He quickly took a shower in the training center, changed into new clothes, and was ready to enjoy his night.

Now somewhat wealthy, Yang Xiao planned to invite Zhao, the script agency boss, out for a meal. If no one invested in his script, he would fund it himself. ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom

"You deserve to be rich~~ You’re bound to make a fortune~~"

"Win the lottery today~~ Tomorrow a wealthy lady’s love~~"

Yang Xiao answered his phone, the screen showing the call was from Huang Qiang. He served as Director Nalan’s Errand Runner, and to blend into the system, one definitely couldn’t offend the leader’s confidant.

"Captain Yang, do you have plans for tonight at 9?" Huang Qiang’s voice was as enthusiastic as ever, "Coach Lu is free tonight."

"Coach Lu?" Yang Xiao was somewhat surprised. This Lu Youdao was odd, and he thought that after last time’s events, Lu Youdao had given up on him as a student.

"That’s right, Mr. Lu," Huang Qiang said with a laugh, he then lowered his voice, "Captain Yang, this time it was Director Nalan himself who spoke for you, it’s a rare opportunity, you must cherish it."

"Understood, I appreciate Director Nalan’s support."

"And, as you know, the Director is a low-profile person. He didn’t want you to know about this at all; it was me who talked too much," Huang Qiang seriously reflected on himself.

Yang Xiao took a deep breath, "Don’t worry, Brother Huang Qiang, I won’t let the Director know that I’m aware of this."

After hanging up, Yang Xiao fell silent, the words from Huang Qiang had revealed a lot of information to him.

He had referred to Lu Youdao as Coach Lu, which was not wrong, but then Huang Qiang corrected himself and called him Mr. Lu, clearly reminding Yang Xiao not to treat this Lu Youdao as an ordinary coach.

More importantly, this opportunity had come from Director Nalan personally interceding on his behalf, what was the background of this Lu Youdao, and how did he have such significant clout?

The original plan fell through, so Yang Xiao went to have a meal first, then returned to the office. He waited until it was nearly 9 o’clock before taking the elevator to the underground training center.

By that time the training center was already closed, the staff had left, and only a few lights were still on in the vast space.

The training center during the day was completely different from that at night; at this moment, most of the space was enveloped in darkness, with some human silhouette targets hanging far away in the shooting area, yet to be taken down.

Due to the dim lighting, the targets were hidden in the darkness, and from somewhere came a weird gust that made the targets gently sway as though greeting him.

His heartbeat quickened, and Yang Xiao couldn’t help feeling tense. As a scriptwriter, he was very adept at imagining scenarios, and if nothing happened in this setting, it would be a waste of a good story.

Just as Yang Xiao’s nerves were on edge—

"Squeak—"

Almost instinctively, Yang Xiao immediately drew his gun, pointing it towards the source of the noise, which was a hefty iron door halfway open with light seeping through; at the same time, a figure appeared behind the door.

If he didn’t recognize Lu Youdao, the terrifying ghost face that seemed corroded by strong acid would have been enough for Yang Xiao to shoot without hesitation.

Lu Youdao just glanced at Yang Xiao and said nothing before turning around and walking back into the tunnel, and Yang Xiao quickly holstered his gun and followed him at a jog.

It was the same dim corridor, with doors on both sides. Yang Xiao didn’t understand why the corridor’s lights were old-fashioned hanging lamps, specifically a black electrical wire with a bulb dangling underneath, reminiscent of something from decades ago.