Madman!

Chapter 96: What Do You Call Professional?

"Cough, cough!" Chen Wujun glanced around. Flames from the edge of the dye vats had almost reached the other stairwell, and the entire space was rolling with black smoke.

The pungent stench of burning lubricant was nearly suffocating.

He took two steps, kicked an iron stake next to Harris's corpse, then strode over to drag the body away. With a single leap, he landed on the stairs and darted out in just a few strides.

He then saw Shark Jiu standing nearby, one arm across her chest, the other holding a cigarette.

...

"Senior Sister!" Chen Wujun turned and kicked the iron door shut behind him.

Nearby, Ah Fei and Curry approached with a snakeskin bag, and Chen Wujun tossed the corpse inside.

Turbulent waves of shock surged in both their hearts.

Before tonight, neither of them had known what Chen Wujun intended to do.

Killing a Senior Group Leader of the Special Task Department was a monumental event—one that would turn all of North Port upside down.Moreover, Chen Wujun had actually beaten Harris to death in a one-on-one confrontation.

That man was a New Arts expert with over 80% Enhancement Reconstruction, and his body had even undergone Mutation.

Even though Chen Wujun had set the battlefield himself and utilized the advantage of the terrain, the result still shook them to their cores.

"Next time something happens, don't be so secretive about it..." Shark Jiu glanced at him, her tone carrying a hint of reproach.

"Besides, your cleanup arrangements are too crude... I'll have someone come help you in a bit." With that, she turned and left.

"What about those other guys?" Chen Wujun asked.

"Sister Shark Jiu handled them. Their bodies are bagged." Ah Fei handed over a bag containing three guns and magazines.

Chen Wujun took out a gun. It was over a foot long and weighed about three pounds.

The frame was massive, and it felt hefty in his hand.

Chen Wujun struck an aiming pose, toying with the weapon with a certain fondness.

He had only seen these on television; this was his first time seeing the real thing. It was said they could punch right through steel plates.

That was why the shield he had used earlier was made of three layers of four-millimeter steel plates welded together.

Although he didn't understand the principles... he knew this multi-layered structure was tougher than a single slab of twelve-millimeter steel.

"Did we alert anyone outside?" Chen Wujun asked while playing with the pistol.

"Should be fine. The gunshots were underground, so the sound was very faint by the time it reached the surface," Curry replied.

"Go get two gas masks and some hooks. When the fire burns down, fish out those iron stakes and the nail boards," Chen Wujun ordered.

He had to clean this place up thoroughly, especially the iron stakes, which could easily lead people to suspect an Old Arts expert had set the battlefield.

As long as he cleaned up and didn't leave anything too obvious, the Federal Police would have a hard time tracing it to him.

Harris had been in the Special Task Department for years; he had too many enemies to count.

Chen Wujun had only had a minor verbal spat with him, so it was unlikely anyone would suspect him.

"Brother Jun, how do we handle that guy?" Ah Fei looked toward the corner, where a foreigner in a suit was struggling and writhing on the ground.

Edward Bloom struggled even harder as he watched Chen Wujun approach step by step. His eyes were filled with terror, and he made continuous muffled whimpering sounds.

Chen Wujun crouched in front of him, grinning. "I ask, you answer."

Edward Bloom nodded repeatedly.

Chen Wujun yanked the gag from his mouth, and Edward Bloom immediately begged for mercy. "Let me go! I haven't offended you. I promise I'll keep the secret. I don't know anything..."

Tap!

Chen Wujun slapped him across the face, and half of Edward Bloom's face swelled up instantly.

"I saw in the papers that you're suing various universities... Why?"

"My patience is limited. Think before you speak."

"I'm just pushing for a 'color-blind' legal system, where the government and law don't consider skin color when making decisions... This benefits you people too..." Edward Bloom stammered in panic.

Tap!

"I told you to think before you speak. What is your interest in this? Where does the profit come from?" Chen Wujun didn't believe his bullshit at all. He stood up and stepped on Bloom's ankle. "If I stomp down, you'll be walking with a cane for the rest of your life."

The Yanhua people made up 26% of East District 9's population, while foreigners only made up 14%. The rest were Hindustanis, Tuoyue, and Malays.

Yet in reality, foreigners accounted for 66% of university admissions, and Yanhua people 28%, with the remaining few spots going to other ethnic groups.

Feeling the agonizing pain in his ankle, Edward Bloom finally spit it out.

"As long as I win the lawsuit, I gain massive political influence... plus donations from many conservative tycoons..."

"I'm actually just a product manager. My product is 'abolishing the affirmative action bill.' I find the pain point—'discriminated white and Yanhua students'—design the product feature—'legal litigation strategy'—and then take the plan to find investors for financing..."

Chen Wujun's eyes lit up as he listened. It was the first time he had ever heard of such a thing.

His mind was filled with the thought: 'So that's how it's done.'

Could he find a product too, and then go look for investors?

He grilled him for a while longer. Edward Bloom explained the details while begging for his life.

Finally, feeling he had asked enough, Chen Wujun kicked him in the temple. The man went still instantly.

"These people really are talents. Pity I can't keep him." Chen Wujun looked down at Edward Bloom, feeling a twinge of regret.

If only he had people like this working for him.

The new concepts Chen Wujun learned from him revealed a new set of rules to the game—completely different from the naked law of the jungle in the Walled City and among gangs. It greatly broadened his horizons.

Of course, what Chen Wujun trusted most in his heart was still violence.

An hour later, a van pulled up. Several men dressed in what looked like chemical plant hazmat suits walked in carrying equipment.

First, they opened a box containing a large amount of chopped hair, bloodstains, and bloody bandages, which they carefully scattered around the scene.

"What is all this for?" Chen Wujun asked with interest as he watched.

"The First Group Leader of the Special Task Department has a Mutation called Super Vision. Humans can see three color spectrums, but he can see thirteen... The tiniest skin flake, hair, or even the electrostatic field from your shoe soles is crystal clear to him."

"Even a wall you've touched will appear as colorful patterns in his eyes."

A man's voice suddenly spoke up.

Chen Wujun looked in the direction of the voice and saw a Yanhua man wearing glasses. He pulled down his mask, revealing a face wearing a businessman's smile.

"Here is my card. Contact me if you need anything in the future." The man walked within a few meters of Chen Wujun and smilingly handed him a business card.

It had no name, only a phone number.

"Our reputation is guaranteed."

"And our lips are sealed."

Chen Wujun could sense that although the man practiced New Arts, his strength wasn't high—only about 40% Enhancement Reconstruction Magnetic Field.

"You can call us the Cleaners."

"How much to clean this up?"

"Many traces here cannot be hidden, so what we do is increase the difficulty of their investigation."

"We've left tens of thousands of DNA samples here. Trying to find the killer's traces in this will be like finding a needle in a haystack."

"Besides that, we also need to handle the area below... it's a large space..."

"So the fee will be relatively high... six hundred thousand."

Chen Wujun felt his horizons broadened once again; he felt like a country bumpkin.

Although he read police bulletins, they certainly didn't mention things like this.

He immediately called Ah Fei and Curry over, pointing at the cleaning crew. "Look at them. What do you call professional? This is it. Learn from them!"

...

It wasn't until four in the morning that the work was done. Chen Wujun watched as, after the iron stakes were removed, they poured massive amounts of bleach, strong acid, strong alkali, paint, animal blood, and rotting flesh into the basement.

Only then did Chen Wujun and his men get into a stolen car and leave, arriving at another factory.

Watching the cleaners throw several corpses into strong acid, Chen Wujun then led his people away in a stolen vehicle.

"Drive the car to a remote place and dispose of it."

Although it was already four in the morning, Chen Wujun remained high-spirited.

From the moment he started preparing until the fight to the death with Harris in the basement, he had been constantly firming his will, twisting all his thoughts into a single strand. His heart and mind aligned, and his entire being became lucid.

'Subduing the Heart Monkey... They are my Heart Monkey, and beating them to death is my intent. The process of killing them is me subduing the Heart Monkeys one by one... conquering those chaotic thoughts...'

New understanding gradually dawned in Chen Wujun's heart.

It wasn't that he carried out his will simply by killing his enemies.

Rather, it was that during the process, he constantly solidified his will, twisting his entire mind and spirit together.

Then, in the instant he beat them to death, his mind became crystal clear.

Therefore, killing Harris was not the goal, but the process. Harris was just a tool, a whetstone. By using the intent to kill him and the process of the fight, he suppressed all distracting thoughts, allowing his will to flow through.

"I feel completely lucid now. Perhaps I can take this opportunity to break through to Qi Refining..."

The thought turned in Chen Wujun's mind.

When he returned home, he went up to the rooftop, took off his shoes, and vaulted up onto the parapet.

He looked at the darkness below; it was like a giant maw waiting to swallow him whole at any moment.

He still remembered the first time he climbed onto the parapet; his legs had nearly turned to jelly.

Yet now, looking down, there was not a ripple of emotion in his heart.

"Although falling from this height would definitely be fatal, the stronger one gets, the bolder one becomes..." Chen Wujun smiled, assumed the Charge Stance, and slowly practiced a set of Wolf Fist on the edge of the roof.

After finishing once, he went through it again.

He felt his mind becoming clearer and clearer, without a single distracting thought.

Chen Wujun practicing punches on the parapet was like a tiger descending a mountain, his presence terrifying.

This continued until the sun came up.

Only then did Chen Wujun jump down from the wall, a look of displeasure on his face. "Still missing a little something..."

He felt he was just on the cusp of breaking through to Qi Refining.

"I just need to beat Ji Xiang to death!"

Chen Wujun didn't know if Ji Xiang had become a hurdle in his heart because he had always wanted to kill him, or if it was for some other reason.

But he felt that as long as he killed Ji Xiang, it should be enough.