Chapter 88 Collaborators

Chu Ning didn’t pay much attention to the passing bus. Right now, he felt no urgent need to return home, and missing it was hardly worth lamenting. After all, it wasn’t as if he could just commandeer the bus and make it his personal ride wherever he pleased...

At this thought, Chu Ning slapped his forehead in regret. Why hadn’t he thought of that sooner? If he could, he would be able to go anywhere at will, no longer subject to anyone else’s whims.

Sitting at the wheel, Li Han suddenly felt a chill run down his spine. Instinctively, he hunched his shoulders and sat up straighter, hands gripping the steering wheel. In his dazed state, he had just sensed a faint trace of malice!

“Forget it...”

A soft sigh echoed inside the car.

Tanya quietly enjoyed the fleeting scenery passing by outside the window, always able to find her own moments of tranquility. As for the two inhuman beings in the front seats, she simply ignored them.

“At last, the world is peaceful again.”

Time seemed to slip by in a blur. Judging by the navigation on the phone, they were about to reach their destination. The traffic around them grew heavier, and most of the vehicles they saw now belonged to others participating in this event. Due to the natural barrier between the two worlds, neither side could see the other—unless both happened to be on the same frequency.

Chu Ning had no idea how this barrier had come about. He guessed it was a tale as old as history itself.

“Look at that—what a crowd. Are they all rushing to be reincarnated?” Chu Ning glanced out the window, surveying the motley assortment of people outside. The scene was a chaotic mix of all sorts in outlandish costumes.

Their movements were swift, rivaling the legendary speed of biker gangs, and they all wore the same look of fanatic excitement—no one willing to fall behind the rest.

Anyone unfamiliar who stumbled into this place might have thought a supernatural-themed cosplay event was underway. There were priests in authentic-looking robes, monks with kindly faces, heavily armed warriors straight out of some future battlefield...

The most absurd of all, however, were the many ordinary people who had inexplicably shown up. They stood no chance against supernatural forces—without even a basic grasp of the occult, they were lambs to the slaughter.

Suddenly, Chu Ning recalled that their target this time was rumored to be a cyborg who’d escaped from a laboratory. In that case, it wasn’t odd for regular people to be here too. After all, when money was involved, human limits and courage could expand infinitely. This was an offer no one could refuse.

Yet Chu Ning knew well that the company “Terrifying Expeditions” specialized in the supernatural—it had never deviated from this theme. He had investigated the company’s background and its recorded content; he could vouch that “Terrifying Expeditions” had never aired anything non-supernatural.

Perhaps it took many attempts to film a classic event in its entirety. It was no surprise he’d never seen any outtakes of failed shoots.

In truth, Chu Ning thought the most striking part of the program was the closing credits, when the names of the participants rolled by in black text. It was a testament to how costly these productions were—each time, there were numerous deaths.

Death was the greatest spectacle, perfectly satisfying certain people’s insatiable desires. When the usual thrills ran their course, it was only natural to seek out newer, more effective stimuli.

As for why Chu Ning had proactively gathered information about “Terrifying Expeditions,” after arriving in this world and suspecting he was caught up in a conspiracy, he wanted to uncover the mastermind lurking behind the scenes.

So he’d learned all he could about the company from various sources. If the so-called clues were uncertain, gathering intel on the largest local evil organization was a sensible starting point.

He prided himself on his methods—they’d led him to relevant clues. Of course, all this was done without the knowledge of his other self. In his spare time, he’d managed to catch up on all the episodes of “Terrifying Expeditions.”

This, unfortunately, had diminished his own presence, allowing his other self to seize the reins!

“Let’s get out here,” Chu Ning said to Tanya, signaling that it was time to disembark. Although they were still some distance from the factory, it was better not to alert anyone to their presence.

Parking brazenly in front of the factory would be far too conspicuous and entirely out of character for Chu Ning. Besides, he had no desire to become everyone’s target, even if he was more than capable of wiping out the so-called riffraff before him.

The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind—Chu Ning had to be on his guard for such eventualities!

“Excuse me, driver, could you please let us out up ahead? And I suggest you get as far away from here as possible. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

Chu Ning gave this parting advice as he pushed the car door open. After all, they’d shared this ride; a friendly warning before departure was only common courtesy. It was hardly any trouble—just a few extra words.

Given Li Han’s current dazed state, he would most likely heed Chu Ning’s advice and steer well clear of this place. If he were to linger near the factory, he might just become the next poster child for the show.

“Well, well, so you managed to find your way here.”

A voice echoed through the empty ruins. The supervisor from “Terrifying Expeditions” muttered to herself, her lips curling mischievously as she licked her brightly painted fingernails.

She wasn’t just expendable staff—she was a peripheral member with certain privileges. Her relationship with the company was more of a collaboration, and she’d struck deals with countless others as well.

Sun Fei accepted commissions from anyone. She thrived on forging partnerships with various people, reaping immense profits in the process—a way of survival she’d long mastered.

Raising her binoculars for a closer look, Sun Fei confirmed that it was indeed the same person she’d killed before. She’d crushed him to death with a truck, yet here he was again, alive before her very eyes.

“Persistent as a ghost!” Sun Fei, however, wasn’t troubled by the prospect of Li Han’s vengeful spirit. If he came openly seeking revenge, she wouldn’t hesitate to make sure his soul was scattered to the winds.

When tasked to kill a taxi driver within a set time, Sun Fei had never underestimated the job—she always took her assignments seriously.

She didn’t care about the client’s motives. To convince her, the employer had listed a string of heinous crimes, making it clear the man was utterly irredeemable, his death more than deserved.

To be honest, Sun Fei suspected this was just something the employer said to put her mind at ease—it certainly wasn’t the main point.