Chapter 709: Bastard, Come Play

Book – Chapter 709: Bastard, Come Play (Update 2)

He set his phone aside, and Xiao Yu’s heart warmed up.

Humans must love something.

When you’re merely an onlooker, everyone appears wise.

Only when you’re in the thick of it can you truly feel the bittersweet evening breeze.

We are ordinary, plain and simple.

It will get better. It really will…

“He’s here!”

Wang Dong’s voice rang out from not far away.

Any trace of tenderness vanished from his cheek as Xiao Yu’s handsome face turned cold and indifferent.

He slowly rose and walked toward the business suite.

Stepping out of the hotel, his face was numb, his eyes void of emotion.

Bastard, let’s see if you’ve got the guts to play with me for five whole days!

…

A shrill alarm blared from a convoy of vehicles.

‘Speeding like the wind’ didn’t even begin to describe the lead vehicle’s pace.

The off-road vehicle, surpassing 200 km/h, roared down the road like a frenzied beast.

At the wheel, Xiao Yu calmly handled the vehicle, barreling through a red light and narrowly skimming past a sedan.

Seated in the passenger seat, Wang Dong’s face turned ashen as he gripped the door handle and shouted, “Are you fucking crazy? Do you think driving over 200 in an off-road is a death wish?!”

Even though the off-road is built with a ‘grip 650’ design, it simply can’t compare to a sports car.

Just the momentum from that kind of speed means that a slight misstep could flip the car with disastrous results.

If you disagree, why not try drifting at 200 km/h?

You don’t even need a full drift—just take any turn.

Trust me—one wrong move and it’s game over for both car and driver.

At 200 km/h, Xiao Yu not only dared to take sharp turns but executed multiple drifts in a row.

Fuck… even Wang Dong was losing his mind.

Wait a minute, am I really riding in an off-road?

He was thoroughly puzzled.

When it comes to drifting in an off-road, do you pull the handbrake or tap the foot brake?

One thing’s for sure—the off-road’s drift is far wilder than that of a sports car…

“Cut the crap.”

While driving, Xiao Yu chuckled and teased, “You’re acting like a sissy!”

Fuck… Wang Dong just couldn’t take it anymore.

Why did it have to be ‘sissy’?

Come on, swap someone else into your death ride. Let’s see if they’re scared!

Even if I die, I’ll sacrifice myself for the country!

If I crash, will my legendary honor and valor be lost forever?

So, what exactly happened?

Why was Xiao Yu in such a rush?

Twenty minutes earlier, the N City police received a report.

A brutal assault unfolded in an apartment building.

A man, as if possessed, dashed out of the building wielding a kitchen knife, chasing his blood-soaked wife he had just attacked.

And that wasn’t all.

Other concerned residents who tried to subdue him were also slashed by his blade.

Worse still, as he hacked away, he screamed, “I’m going to kill you demons!”

But that’s not the main point.

The real issue was that during his rampage, a square-dance speaker in the community blared an eerily haunting wail.

His murderous rampage plunged the community into panic.

When the police arrived, they immediately fired warning shots.

However, they soon noticed that the man’s mental state was off.

They refrained from shooting him on the spot.

Eventually, after two officers were injured, they managed to subdue him.

Possession? Demons? What does that make you think of?

Team Two’s members promptly reported the news to Wang Dong.

Wang Dong immediately sought out Xiao Yu.

And that set the stage for Xiao Yu’s wild car chase on the highway.

He was definitely in a hurry!

…

Screech!

With a sudden brake, the off-road halted in front of the un-barricaded entrance of a residential community.

The doors opened, and both Xiao Yu and Wang Dong stepped out.

A member from Team Two sprinted over to the two leaders and quickly reported, “According to the police investigation, the suspect is named Wang Jianmu (chdj), 35, a resident of N City, a small fast-food joint owner, married with one son. For some unknown reason, today he went berserk, chasing and slashing his wife and injuring six residents in the community with ruthless methods while shouting ‘demons’ as he hacked at people…”

The sparse details were infuriating… Xiao Yu’s eyebrows lifted slightly as his eyes flashed with intelligence and cold determination while he surveyed the community.

It looked ordinary, nothing out of the ordinary.

He passed the barrier and entered the community.

With Falcon’s Eye and Wangdie’s Nose, Xiao Yu strolled leisurely. After about five minutes, he stopped and glanced down at the ground.

He spotted a pool of blood—likely left by one of the wounded victims.

There were at least a dozen such stains scattered around the community.

But that wasn’t the crucial part.

Inside the community’s fitness area, Xiao Yu’s eyes—deep and captivating like midnight stars—slowly narrowed when he saw a square-dance speaker.

Wang Dong handed over a pair of latex gloves.

After donning the gloves, Xiao Yu reached his left hand toward the speaker’s power button and pressed it lightly.

“Ah…haha…roar…”

An unearthly wail, a cry of anguish and a feral roar emanated from the speaker.

At the very moment the sound was heard,

everyone’s heart, including Xiao Yu’s, tightened in terror.

Smack!

Xiao Yu shut off the speaker, a glint of sharp focus in his eyes as he coldly asked, “Tell me about the suspect’s family background.”

“Yes!”

A team member quickly reported, “To those who know him, the suspect appears dull and honest, treating others kindly, and enjoys a harmonious marriage. His wife, Ge Shanfang, also from N City and a beloved kindergarten teacher, has a stellar reputation with kids. They also have a son in elementary school. The suspect has no prior medical history, especially nothing related to mental issues… Given the short time span, a full check hasn’t been done and the cause of his rage remains unclear…”

“Let’s go check the suspect’s home first.”

Xiao Yu cut off the report as they all headed to the suspect’s house.

A modest two-bedroom apartment with typical decor—a nothing special dwelling.

Xiao Yu scanned the room, his nostrils detecting the distinct scents of only three people.

This indicated the event happened so abruptly that the police hadn’t even managed to examine the house.

The three scents belonged to the suspect, his wife, and his child—no outsiders had been involved.

Xiao Yu’s face turned icy as he sensed something was amiss.

A mere coincidence?

Was the suspect’s sudden psychotic break the reason he shouted ‘demons’?

Then how do we explain the speaker in the community’s fitness area?

Xiao Yu walked through the suspect’s home, checking every corner, eventually standing in the bedroom before a full-length mirror.

Is this it?

Wen

Xue