novelraw Chapter 263: Chen Qing
Chapter 263: Chen Qing
The doctor nodded, didn't ask any more questions, and simply made a note in his notebook.
Then, he took out an old-fashioned digital camera and took several front-facing ID photos of Su Zhan's freshly minted face.
"The ID will be ready soon."
Not long after.
The doctor brought the identity documents from the next room.
The photo on it was exactly Su Zhan's current, utterly ordinary face.
The name boldly written on it was—Chen Qing, Place of Birth: Yun City.
Su Zhan examined it carefully;
the craftsmanship was quite exquisite. He carefully put it away.
He put the Blue-Faced Fanged ghost mask back on.
While tidying up his instruments, the doctor said casually, "Don't worry. After I input the new identity information into the official database, I will completely delete all your information from my computer.This is to protect client privacy, and it's the rule of our trade.
Trust my reputation. If you have needs in the future, or if a friend does, you can refer them here."
Su Zhan nodded.
The doctor seemed very satisfied with this transaction. He turned and began to focus on packing up the surgical instruments, his back to Su Zhan.
A cold, sharp light exploded in Su Zhan's eyes.
The five fingers of his right hand instantly transformed into sharp claws, ruthlessly piercing through the doctor's heart from behind.
"Ugh!"
The doctor only had time to let out a short, muffled grunt. His body stiffened, and he looked down in disbelief at the claw tip protruding from his chest.
Then, he slumped forward limply, falling heavily to the ground, blood rapidly spreading out.
The white mask on his face slipped off, revealing the face of a middle-aged man.
"You seemed... very trustworthy, and your work seemed to follow the rules, but... what if?"
Su Zhan slowly withdrew his claws, flicking off the blood droplets from their tips, "You've seen my face. Only the dead can keep secrets the best. Sorry."
He had never intended to let the doctor live from the start.
The doctor's corpse underwent a series of changes, revealing the form of an Aberrant, with an energy fluctuation roughly around Medium-risk eighth stage.
Su Zhan sensed it and sneered inwardly, "No wonder he was so confident and had no guard against me... So he thought he had me pegged?"
Perhaps the other party saw he was young and had just undergone surgery, thinking he was weak and just a minor character to be easily handled.
"That's right, I am a minor character, but dealing with you... is more than enough."
Su Zhan walked to the sink next to the operating room, turned on the faucet, and carefully washed the blood from his hands.
The other party said he had backing.
Su Zhan didn't know if it was true or false.
Even if it was true, he wasn't afraid.
He was different from before now.
Before, he was in the open, his enemies in the dark, passive everywhere.
Now he was in the dark, his appearance and identity not exposed. Others probably wouldn't even know who did it.
Afterwards.
Su Zhan entered the small room next door where the IDs were made. Inside was an old computer and some equipment.
He extended his hand, and dense Mist Energy surged out, enveloping the computer.
After the smell of burning.
All the equipment had turned into a pile of scrap metal emitting wisps of smoke.
Ensuring no information remained.
Su Zhan then left the clinic, conveniently taking his money pouch back on the way out.
What use does a dead man have for money?
Su Zhan found Lin Wei waiting at the entrance: "Let's go."
Lin Wei glanced at the quiet clinic behind him, seemed to understand something, but asked nothing. She just nodded and led Su Zhan away from this underground black market.
Back at the pink apartment.
Su Zhan looked at the unfamiliar face in the mirror, his eyes cold and resolute.
The old traces had been erased, a new identity obtained, and the only person in the know had become a corpse.
Now, he could truly begin his rebirth under the name "Chen Qing".
"Can the Transcendence Society's test continue these next few days?"
Su Zhan asked, looking at Lin Wei.
Lin Wei lowered her head respectfully: "It can, sir."
Su Zhan gave a slight nod, his gaze falling on her face as he reminded her, "Change your mask. It would be better."
Lin Wei understood the meaning in his words and nodded obediently: "Yes, I understand."
That doctor was likely dead. Now it was best to hide their identities to avoid attracting vengeful pursuit.
Su Zhan said no more.
His current goal was very clear.
To use Lin Wei as the link to obtain the Transcendence Society's core method for summoning Mist events with Aberrants.
This skill held immense temptation for him. Once mastered, it meant having another powerful trump card.
If he really encountered an Awakened individual he couldn't handle, he could directly open a domain, summon a Mist event, capable of both offense and defense—truly a divine skill.
But the Transcendence Society organization was too bizarre and sinister. Most of the Aberrants inside were like brainwashed fanatics, prone to self-detonation at the drop of a hat.
Su Zhan didn't dare to test the waters personally.
What if the other side really had some hidden method of mind control? That would be a fate worse than death.
Therefore, he decided to let Lin Wei probe first.
Let her make contact with deeper layers, try to obtain that method.
If she succeeded, he would reap the benefits.
If she failed, the loss would be limited to Lin Wei, this pawn.
This was probably Lin Wei's final value.
However.
Su Zhan also had a scale in his heart.
Lin Wei was smart, knew how to assess the situation, and had always acted very honest and proper in front of him.
She had never tried to probe his true identity, not even a hint of indirect inquiry.
Su Zhan rather appreciated this.
So, even after using her this time, as long as she didn't harbor disloyal thoughts, Su Zhan didn't plan to necessarily take her life.
A smart and sensible tool might still be useful in the future.
...
The night was deep.
In a back alley in Lincheng.
This was a corner untouched by light.
A slender figure wearing a metal mask stood leaning against the wall.
Lin Wei's gaze was icy, locked onto a middle-aged man who had just stumbled out of a cheap bar.
The man was completely off guard.
The opportunity was good;
there was no one else around.
Lin Wei moved, instantly closing in behind the drunkard, one hand covering his mouth and nose.
*Crack.*
The drunkard's struggles ceased, his body going limp.
Lin Wei dragged him into deeper shadows, enjoying this appetizer.
*Whoosh!*
A sound of something cutting through the air came.
Alarm bells rang wildly in Lin Wei's mind. Without time to think, she instinctively rolled to the side to evade.
*Thud!*
A bone-tipped short spear with a barbed head deeply embedded itself in the wall next to where she had just been.
Lin Wei half-knelt on the ground, staring intently at the source of the attack.
From the shadows at the other end of the alley.
Another figure, also wearing a mask, slowly walked out.
The energy fluctuation emanating from the other person was clearly a notch stronger than Lin Wei, who had just recently enhanced her power.
"Hmph, eating alone? Tastes good, doesn't it?"
The newcomer's voice was hoarse: "Spit out what you just ate, with interest! No one dares to steal prey I've set my eyes on in this district!"
Lin Wei's heart sank.
It was a case of one predator preying on another.
Among Aberrants, such violent clashes over prey and territory were commonplace.
She didn't want to get entangled, but the other party clearly had no intention of letting her go.
Lin Wei could only assume a combat stance.