Chapter 83 Two Gunshots

At this thought, Ye Hui was rendered speechless. He couldn't even begin to complain about the underworld's management. He truly couldn't comprehend the way those in power thought—perhaps that was exactly why he himself remained a minor figure.

When faced with Morgansi's rude behavior, Ye Hui narrowed his eyes dangerously. In his view, anything or anyone that hindered him simply shouldn't exist; this was his unwavering creed in life.

He didn't think his outlook was extreme—perhaps it was just human instinct to seek benefit and avoid harm.

Simply put, Ye Hui was a consummate egotist.

"Go ahead, search as you please. I think you'll soon discover that we haven't pocketed any items. I wish you luck in finding your mission's object soon," Ye Hui responded to Morgansi with a warm and affable tone, showing no anger at being forcibly searched without consent.

On the contrary, he displayed an unusual restraint over his emotions—a rare occurrence for Ye Hui, whose approach was always straightforward: repay hatred with vengeance, grudges with retribution; never would he return animosity with kindness.

He didn't intend to bother with Morgansi. After all, he was just a minor character, and Ye Hui didn't care to argue with the dead.

Respect for the dead is an ancient, unchanging truth.

Ye Hui planned to set up a deadly trap for Morgansi once they left, letting him walk into his own doom.

But first, he had to get the man's name.

After all, as a member of one of the underworld's departments, it was perfectly reasonable to arrange a fitting death for someone and have them report early.

Especially now that he possessed the notebook that recorded the lives and deaths of others. Although it wasn't as omnipotent as the legendary Death Note, it could be seen as a stripped-down version.

Ye Hui could easily draw Morgansi closer and closer to death, vastly increasing his chances of dying.

This method was troublesome, requiring enormous calculations to process the myriad details of death, which was why the underworld hadn't managed to fill this loophole in time.

If not for a grudge involving life and death, no one would choose such a laborious way to kill for amusement.

When a grudge truly demanded a death as compensation, the underworld didn't mind tacitly allowing staff to seek revenge in this manner. After all, recruiting and training new members took time and effort.

Moreover, the method didn't guarantee death—its effect was only to increase the likelihood.

If someone was caught red-handed manipulating the process, the underworld would never cover for such malicious rule-breakers.

"May I ask your name?" Ye Hui inquired politely, never stingy with his own courtesy.

Just as Ye Hui was envisioning Morgansi's gruesome end, his thoughts were interrupted by an ill-timed shout.

"Freeze! Police! Hands up—everyone stay right where you are!"

A young policeman, late to the scene, drew his pistol on them. His grip was steady, his posture textbook-perfect, not a wasted motion.

Anyone witnessing his stance would be struck by his professionalism, especially with the crisp police uniform he wore—it was easy to mistake him for an exemplary police academy graduate.

Ye Hui found the policeman's arrival baffling. The fire brigade should've been the first to respond; this wasn't a criminal dispute.

Even though he was suspicious, he cooperated, raising his hands and abandoning the thought of resistance.

He signaled to Liu Lingling with a subtle glance, warning her to keep an eye on the newcomer. As ghosts, they held a tremendous advantage—ordinary people couldn't see Liu Lingling at all.

This gave Ye Hui the confidence to surrender; if the young policeman acted strangely, Liu Lingling could handle him in time.

Otherwise, he'd never entrust his safety to someone else. He firmly believed that controlling one's own fate was the mark of true strength.

Morgansi, however, remained as arrogant as ever, blatantly showing he had powerful backing and was unafraid of the police.

He pointed at the young officer, demanding the gun be lowered.

What he hated most was having a gun aimed at him, especially a loaded one.

He was about to threaten the young officer—no doubt with the usual lines about being backed by the "Terror Adventure" company, warning him to mind his words and deeds, or risk attracting trouble he couldn't handle.

Villains always parrot the same tired threats, never learning to adapt. Perhaps they had succeeded often enough to believe they'd always win.

Their sole purpose seemed to be serving as props for the protagonist to humiliate, merely wearing different disguises.

Ye Hui shook his head helplessly—Morgansi was just too amateurish! He didn't even possess the basic skill of reading the room. People like him were dragging down the standard of villainy.

Now anyone could be a villain; the world was indeed in decline. Ye Hui mused with a sigh, convinced these people only joined the ranks of villains on a whim, without the faintest notion of the high standards required.

Were they truly worthy of being called villains? Ye Hui curled his lip in disdain.

The young policeman paid no heed to Morgansi's threats, gripping his pistol with grim determination. Seeing Morgansi ignore the dark muzzle pointed at him, the officer's expression turned ice-cold.

Bang! Bang!

Two shots rang out, the first thunderous—deafening, even. The second was quieter, as if fired from a small-caliber handgun.

Morgansi's eyes went wide with disbelief. He had never expected the young officer to shun all pretense and fire without hesitation, aiming straight for a lethal spot—the temple.

He toppled sideways, unwilling, as blood gushed from a wound on the left side of his head.

The trauma from the shot was massive; the pistol's recoil pushed the young officer back, his body swaying from the force. Smoke poured from the gun's barrel—clearly, this was no standard-issue police firearm.

A closer look at the corpse revealed, through the hole in his skull, a mix of red and white semi-solid matter tangled with silvery, threadlike metal mesh.

Had it not been for Morgansi's body being mechanically modified, the power of the officer's handgun would have blown his head to pieces—there was no way it would have remained intact.

A cold sweat broke out on Ye Hui's forehead. With such a powerful weapon, a single unlucky hit could spell the end of one's life as they knew it.

Even with Liu Lingling as his backup, the sight of Morgansi's grisly death left Ye Hui shaken. He was glad he no longer had to rack his brain over complex calculations to determine the interplay of death's probabilities.

Morgansi had died early in a classic standoff—life truly was unpredictable!

And if there wasn't some hidden scheme behind all this, Ye Hui would never believe it.