Yang Dongqing’s expression changed sharply. “What are you trying to do now!?”
Clang! Clang! Clang!
The chains wrapped around his body shook violently.
“Nothing much,” Su Mu said calmly, “just a tiny bit of compensation, that’s all.”
Yang Dongqing’s chest rose and fell rapidly. He clenched his teeth and held back the urge to curse. “Compensation? You kidnapped , and now you want
to compensate you!?”
Su Mu looked surprised. “I invited Miss Jasmine over for dinner, served her red wine and steak—and then you ca barging in uninvited, broke into my ho, and started a massacre. So… shouldn’t you compensate ?”
“You call that an invitation?! That was clearly abduction!”
“I just made a phone call and asked Miss Jasmine to co over.”
“You threatened her!”
“Alright, alright. Let’s not quibble over such dull details. The point is, will you compensate
or not?”
“…Fine.” Yang Dongqing’s face was dark. He may have been terrible at school, but he still understood one thing: he was the fish on the chopping block.
Su Mu nodded in satisfaction. “Given that you’re broke, the only thing you can offer is your body. So… you’ll work for
for three years. That’ll do.”
To Su Mu, three years was more than enough. He could already manipulate Yang Dongqing now—what would it be like in three years, when his ntal Power had grown exponentially? Assuming, of course, he lived that long.
“Work for you?” Yang Dongqing’s expression softened slightly. That ant he wouldn’t die for now—and Jasmine would be safe. For now, he could pretend to agree and wait for his chance to take revenge.
Su Mu seed to see right through him and said blandly, “You’re aware of what I can do. For , dealing with soone like Jasmine—a normal person—is child’s play. To be frank, I’ve already implanted a thought into her mind. A suicidal thought.”
Yang Dongqing’s face went pale. “You bastard! Don’t hurt Jasmine! Co at
instead!”
“How touching,” Su Mu sighed. “Such love. In that case, you should think for her sake even more. She loves you deeply. She even dared to defy
for you. She’s a good girl—her life now depends entirely on your choices.”
“As long as you agree to work for
for three years, I’ll grant you both freedom afterward.”
Yang Dongqing’s face was dark and uncertain. He stayed silent for a long ti before finally saying, “I agree. But if you break your word—or if you harm Jasmine—I swear I’ll make you pay, even if it costs
my life!”
Su Mu smiled faintly. “Pleasure doing business with you.”
At the sa ti, behind those tea-colored glasses, a faint glimr flashed in his eyes.
Invisible waves of ntal Power radiated outward.
He was implanting psychological suggestions—strengthening the belief in Yang Dongqing’s mind.
To Yang Dongqing right now, there were two paths: one, truly believe in the promise of freedom after three years and work sincerely; two, pretend to cooperate and wait for an opportunity to betray him.
The purpose of the suggestion was to strengthen the first thought—to make him lean toward sincere cooperation.
“So, who do you want
to kill? A rival?”
“Let’s not be so violent. Who says a gang leader has to kill? I’m a peace-loving person,” Su Mu replied lightly. “Besides, killing won’t be your job.”
“Doesn’t sound like sothing you’d say.”
“Your first task is to help
enter the Nightmare World.”
Yang Dongqing’s entire body trembled. He remained silent for a long ti.
“Setting aside whether I can even help… do you understand what entering the Nightmare World actually ans?”
“No need to talk nonsense. I’ve made up my mind. If I’m not mistaken, you felt palpitations during class before, didn’t you? That must’ve been a sign you were about to enter the Nightmare World again.”
Yang Dongqing nodded in silence, then slowly said, “Nightmare Apostles can sense when they’re about to re-enter. Usually, within two to three days of that sensation, they’ll enter again.”
“You said before that people enter by sleeping. What if they just… don’t sleep?”
“Not sleeping can delay entry, but no one can stay awake forever. If a person doesn’t sleep at all, they’ll die.”
Su Mu didn’t comnt. In a world where Transcendents existed, people staying awake indefinitely wasn’t impossible. But Yang Dongqing was still new to this—his knowledge was clearly limited.
“When you enter the Nightmare World, does your body stay in reality while your spirit goes in? Or does your whole body go?”
Yang Dongqing shook his head. “I’m not sure. I’ve only been there once. And who can check if they’re still in bed after they’ve fallen asleep?”
Behind the tea-colored lenses, Su Mu’s eyes flickered with a thought.
He wondered—when he entered that all-powerful dream each night to increase his ntal Power, was his body still lying in bed?
It wouldn’t be hard to find out. Just set up a cara in the bedroom.
But now wasn’t the ti to verify.
Then Yang Dongqing continued, “I think it’s both body and mind that enter. The Nightmare World feels completely real—like you’ve traveled to another world. And any injuries you get there carry over into reality.”
“You said it usually takes two or three days to enter. Today should be the third day, right?”
“Yeah. I didn’t sleep last night. Otherwise, I might have entered already.”
“Why didn’t you sleep?”
“You!” Yang Dongqing’s eyes flared in anger. “Why didn’t I sleep? Because you made
study math all night!”
Su Mu’s lips curved into a mysterious smile. “Alright, no need to dwell on unimportant details. Just get ready to help
enter the Nightmare World.”
Yang Dongqing frowned deeply. “That’s impossible. Entry is random. As far as I know, no one can enter by choice.”
Su Mu gave him a cryptic smile. “You don’t need to worry about that. I have my own thods.”
…
…
Night.
In a luxurious room, more than a dozen black-clad n stood neatly in a row, led by Zhao Chaoyao.
“Chief, as per your instructions, I’ve gathered all the elites of the Viper Gang,” Zhao said respectfully.
Su Mu scanned the group. Each man was tall and muscular, exuding a faint air of nace. Their belts were bulging—clearly carrying handguns.
At that mont, a bald man with no eyebrows and lipstick marks on his face sneered, curling his lip in disdain. “The Nightmare World isn’t sothing you can handle with numbers. These guys? They’ll just be dead weight. Oh—assuming you actually have a way to take them in.”
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