11 p.m., late at night.
In a dark alley sowhere in Modu (Demon City), Wu Detong staggered along, swaying left and right with an empty beer bottle in his hand.
"Hic! Damn it! It's all that Tang Qingmo bastard's fault… hic! If it weren't for him, hic! How the hell would I have gotten fired?!"
That morning, Wu Detong had been exposed for openly accepting gifts from parents, excluding and suppressing students, turning a blind eye to campus bullying, and more. Principal Lin had already dismissed him and reported the matter to the Education Bureau.
Although the Bureau's punishnt had yet to be announced, under normal circumstances his teaching license would be revoked, and he would be barred from working in education for several years to co…
To Wu Detong, being a horoom teacher at a private school was a real goldmine! Every year, who knew how many gifts he could squeeze out of parents!
And now, because of Tang Qingmo, it was all gone. With nowhere to vent his rage, he could only drown himself in alcohol at so bar, cursing the other party in helpless fury.
"Bastard! Trash! Hic! You'd better not fall into my hands—if you do, I'll never let you off! Hic!"
Wu Detong lifted the bottle to his mouth again, only to find it already empty. Enraged, he smashed it onto the ground.
Bang!
The glass bottle shattered into pieces.
"Damn it… finished again… hic! I'll go drink so more…"
He was already completely drunk—he couldn't even see the narrow path in front of him clearly, his steps unsteady and erratic.
"Tang Qingmo… hic! Tang Qingmo… bitch!"
Clang—!
"Huh?"
Suddenly, he seed to hear the sound of tal striking sothing, coming from deep within the alley.
Clang—!!
"Huh?!"
At first he thought it was just an illusion, but the sound of impact grew closer and closer, and a dark silhouette slowly erged.
"Huh? You… who are you… hic!"
Wu Detong vaguely saw a figure holding what looked like an iron rod, tapping it against the wall as the person walked toward him.
Clang—! Clang—!
"Huh… you…?"
Clang—!
Clang clang—!!
"!!!"
When the iron rod in the shadowy figure's hand ca closer and closer to his eyes, Wu Detong finally sobered up.
But—
Bang!!
It was already too late!
"Ahhh!! M-my hand!!"
The iron rod smashed down brutally, and his arm twisted at an unnatural angle.
He was completely awake now, terror filling his eyes. "Y-you… who are you?!"
The other person was dressed all in black, wearing a black mask and a duckbill cap. From the build alone, they seed quite young…
The person said nothing. They simply raised the iron rod again, lowered their body, and swung it hard at Wu Detong's leg.
"Ahhh!!"
Wu Detong, already unable to stand steadily because of the alcohol, collapsed to the ground in agony.
Then, the injured spot was ruthlessly stomped on by the black-clad figure.
"Ahhhh!!!"
With one savage stomp, Wu Detong's lower leg snapped. The pain was so intense that he passed out on the spot…
"..."
Only then did the shadowy figure toss the iron rod aside. After making sure Wu Detong's arms and legs were broken, they turned and left the scene.
Once outside the alley, the person removed their cloth gloves and black mask, revealing Tang Qingmo's face.
He took a deep breath of the outside air.
[System, there are still four left. Give their addresses.]
Tomorrow was a day off anyway. Before sunrise, he planned to exact revenge on all those who had bullied the original owner of this body at school.
[Got it!] the system responded cheerfully as it began mobilizing.
As far as it was concerned, all it had to do was follow the host's orders.
It was just…
What a pity!!
Why weren't those students people who had an important relationship with the original host? If that were the case, it could have collected their regret points!
Seriously…
Who was the one who designed this collection function!? How could it be so useless?!
System: Huh? Co to think of it, wasn't it ? Well then… never mind.
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