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Chapter 311 Bloodlust, Unexpected Encounter
Studio One of Dongdu TV Station.

Dazzling lights, rousing music, and deafening cheers.

In the center of the stage, Cheng Jiashu, dressed in a stylish performance outfit, is performing a high-energy song and dance routine with his backup dancers.

Every movement he made was full of power and beauty, and his high-pitched and magnetic singing voice instantly ignited the enthusiasm of all the fans in the audience.

The glow sticks created a colorful ocean, and screams and cheers rose and fell, almost lifting the roof off the entire studio.

The dance music abruptly stopped on its final, powerful note.

Cheng Jiashu stood in the center of the stage, slightly out of breath, with fine beads of sweat on his forehead, but a bright smile on his face.

He opened his arms and closed his eyes, as if fully enjoying the thunderous cheers.

Under the spotlight, his sharply defined face looked exceptionally handsome, and sweat trickled down his jawline, giving him a touch of sexy wildness.

A moment later, he opened his eyes, his gaze sparkling, and bowed deeply to the audience in gratitude.

"Thank you everyone! Thank you!"

The fans' shouts, however, were like a tidal wave, even more enthusiastic than before, and continued for a long time.

"Cheng Jiashu! Cheng Jiashu! Cheng Jiashu!"

Amidst the deafening shouts, he smiled and waved.

The host also walked onto the stage with a smile:
"Thank you Jiashu for such a wonderful performance! And thank you to everyone in the audience and all the viewers watching the live stream! See you next time..."

Amidst thunderous applause, Cheng Jiashu turned and walked off the stage, returning to his private dressing room backstage.

Not long after I sat down, the door to the dressing room was pushed open.

Agent Zhang Hui strode in, wearing high heels, her face beaming with smiles and excitement.

"Jiashu, your performance tonight was amazing! The atmosphere in the audience was absolutely explosive! The director just said that the ratings have skyrocketed!"

As Zhang Hui spoke, she placed her laptop and a paper itinerary on the dressing table.

"Tomorrow is Saturday, so you can take a day off as usual."

"Here is the schedule for next week. There's a fashion magazine cover shoot on Monday, a charity gala on Wednesday, and an important commercial brand endorsement launch on Friday. Take a look; I've marked all the details."

Cheng Jiashu took the printed itinerary but did not look at it immediately.

She leaned back wearily in the large dressing chair and rubbed her temples.

"Sister Hui, I'm feeling a bit tired lately and would like to rest for a few more days."

His voice was slightly hoarse, as if he had been too engrossed in his performance.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Hui's smile faltered slightly. She then walked over to him with concern and reached out to touch his forehead.

"Are you feeling unwell? Your schedule has been too packed lately, it was my oversight."

Her tone softened considerably, and a hint of worry appeared in her eyes.

"How about this, we'll hold off on next week's charity gala for now, we'll just go through the motions."

"As for the magazine shoot and commercial press conference, I'll talk to them and see if they can be postponed. I'll cancel all other minor announcements and interviews."

"You should rest at home and get some rest. Your health is the most important thing."

Zhang Hui spoke fluently, demonstrating the capable and decisive side of a top agent.

Cheng Jiashu gave a soft "hmm," and was about to say something more when his head suddenly felt throbbing.

Immediately afterwards, a continuous buzzing sound rang in my ears, as if countless bees were fluttering their wings.

The cacophony of sounds, like a torrent, surrounded my body from all directions.

A blurry image, accompanied by an eerie call, suddenly surfaced in the depths of his mind.

Cheng Jiashu's expression changed slightly, and he suddenly covered his forehead, digging his fingers deep into his hair.

"Jiashu? What's wrong?" Zhang Hui immediately noticed that something was wrong with him and asked nervously.

She walked quickly to her handbag, took out a small white medicine bottle, poured out two pills and handed them to Cheng Jiashu, and then unscrewed a bottle of mineral water.

The label on the medicine bottle clearly reads "Risperidone Tablets".

"Is your old problem acting up again? Take your medicine quickly."

Cheng Jiashu took the medicine and swallowed it with water without hesitation, his Adam's apple bobbing.

The pill, with a slightly bitter taste, slid down my throat.

He closed his eyes, took several deep breaths, and tried to calm the chaos in his mind.

After a while, the intense dizziness and tinnitus finally subsided somewhat.

At least the faint calling had temporarily disappeared.

Cheng Jiashu took a breath and his gaze involuntarily fell upon himself in the mirror.

The face in the mirror was slightly pale, but still handsome and radiant, the perfect idol for which countless fans went crazy.

But only he himself knew what kind of hideous appearance and unspeakable restlessness was hidden beneath that glamorous exterior.

"It's alright, Sister Hui. I'm probably just too tired lately. I just need to rest."

Cheng Jiashu forced a smile and said to Zhang Hui:

"I want to go home and rest early, so I won't have dinner with you tonight. I'll drive myself home, you don't need to follow me, go home early."

Zhang Hui looked at his expression, and although she was a little worried, she nodded anyway.
"Then be careful on the road, and send me a message when you get home. The car keys are in your coat pocket."

"understood."

Cheng Jiashu got up, took off his performance costume, picked up the jacket draped over the back of the chair and put it on, then put on a baseball cap and quickly tidied up his personal belongings.

After saying goodbye to Zhang Hui and his assistant, he did not use the VIP channel usually used by celebrities, but instead left discreetly through the staff entrance.

I nodded to the occasional TV station staff I encountered along the way, and went down to the dimly lit underground parking garage.

Upon finding his black Porsche Panamera, Cheng Jiashu did not get in the car immediately.

He first took out a metal instrument the size of a matchbox from his pocket and carefully scanned the inside and underside of the car.

The indicator light on the instrument remained green throughout, and no alarm was triggered.

After confirming that there were no listening devices or tracking equipment, he opened the car door, got in, and started the car.

The engine let out a deep roar, and the vehicle slowly drove out of the underground garage, merging into the bustling traffic of the city night.

The night view of Dongdu City is as bustling and enchanting as ever.

Fine rain began to fall again, hitting the windshield.

The water streaks left by the wipers blurred the neon lights outside the window, making them appear like an Impressionist painting.

Cheng Jiashu held the steering wheel with one hand and gently rubbed his temples with the other.

For the past month, he has felt that something strange and inexplicable has been happening around him.

The feeling of being secretly watched is ever-present, whether at work or in private.

The other party's methods were extremely sophisticated and professional. He used his abilities to conduct a reverse investigation, but could not find any clues.

If it weren't for two weeks ago, when he went to the orphanage on the outskirts of the city that he had been supporting for a long time, he would have finally discovered the stalker disguised as an ordinary tourist.

When disaster strikes, they may not even be able to spot the enemy.

Cheng Jiashu took the stalker to a secret base by the sea, trying to get him to talk.

However, the man was extremely stubborn and refused to reveal his origins or purpose no matter how he was tortured.

Finally, when Cheng Jiashu was momentarily distracted, the man bit through the tiny poison pill hidden in his teeth and committed suicide. The trail ended there.

After this incident, Cheng Jiashu became extremely vigilant.

He had a vague suspicion that he was being targeted by some organization.

First, based on the other party's modus operandi, we can rule out an official special search team.

Secondly, it doesn't seem like a gang from out of town; it should be a large organization that is deeply rooted in Dongdu.

After losing one member, the other side became even more elusive and seemed to have vanished without a trace.

They either temporarily lifted the surveillance on them, or they were secretly gathering strength, waiting for the next truly deadly operation.

To avoid exposing his secret, Cheng Jiashu has recently had to temporarily stop his periodic "hunting" activities.

This also caused his inner bloodlust to become somewhat uncontrollable, like a volcano about to erupt, making him often feel irritable and easily angered.

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While his thoughts were in disarray, Cheng Jiashu was slightly distracted when a group of unsteady young people suddenly appeared at the intersection ahead.

He slammed on the brakes, the tires screeching as they slammed on the wet road.

The front of the car stopped just in time in front of the group of people, less than two meters away.

The group of youths looked like typical street thugs, with brightly colored hair, wearing loose clothes, and faint tattoos visible on their arms.

Startled by the sudden braking, they reacted quickly, fueled by alcohol, and began cursing as they surrounded Cheng Jiashu's car, banging on the hood.

"Damn! How do you drive? Are you trying to kill someone?!"

"So what if you drive a nice car? Do you think you're all that? Are you blind?"

"Get down! Get down here right now! You're not leaving here today without an explanation!"

Cheng Jiashu frowned, forcibly suppressing the surging irritability and murderous intent within him.

He didn't want to cause any trouble in this place and expose his identity.

So he rolled down the car window and said, trying to speak calmly:
"Sorry everyone, I was distracted and didn't notice you. Do you need compensation?"

"Compensation? You make it sound so easy! My brothers and I were frightened, how are you going to calculate our compensation for emotional distress?"

A blond thug spoke in a nonchalant manner, his tone full of extortion.

He then walked to the car window and reached out to grab Cheng Jiashu's collar.

Cheng Jiashu's eyes turned cold. He slightly shifted his body to the side, skillfully avoiding the other person's hand. At the same time, he grabbed the blond-haired man's wrist with his own hand, the force of his fingertips causing the man to cry out in pain.

"Brother Jun!"

At this moment, another thug, who was relatively burly, quickly stepped forward to break up the fight.

"Dongzi, let me go! I'm going to teach this pretty boy a lesson today!"

Seeing this, the other thugs also surrounded the car, crowding the windows and shouting at each other.

In the midst of this tug-of-war, the blond-haired man subtly slipped something into Cheng Jiashu's hand.

Cheng Jiashu paused slightly the moment his fingers touched the object.

A quick glance revealed a folded piece of paper.

He subconsciously looked up at the blond-haired man.

The other person's eyes now held a serious expression, a far cry from their previous frivolity and greed.

Cheng Jiashu's heart stirred, and he calmly clenched the note in his hand.

He glanced at the crowd of onlookers who were beginning to gather and point, then pulled out a few of the largest denomination bills from his wallet and handed them over.

"Is this enough? Consider it my treat to drinks to calm your nerves, brothers."

Upon seeing this, the thugs immediately grinned, snatched the money, and grumbled as they made way for them.

Cheng Jiashu rolled up the car window, restarted the car, and slowly drove away from the scene amidst a cacophony of horns.

Inside a black, ordinary sedan amidst the congested traffic behind.

The man in the driver's seat is picking up the walkie-talkie and speaking in a low voice:

"Eagle calling command center: The target was just involved in a minor traffic accident on Dongshan Road and had an argument with a group of street thugs. Preliminary assessment is that it was an isolated incident, and the thugs are all ordinary people with nothing suspicious. Over."

A few seconds later, a steady voice came from the other end of the walkie-talkie:

"Roger that. Maintain surveillance distance and do not alert the target. Absolutely no accidents are allowed before the operation on Saturday. Over."

"Understood, all done."

The man put down the walkie-talkie, turned his gaze to the direction where Cheng Jiashu's vehicle had disappeared, then started his car and followed at a leisurely pace.

As we passed the group of thugs, they stood on the side of the street, excitedly counting the money they had just received.

"Damn it, if I'd known the guy driving the Porsche was so rich, I should have asked for more! That kid looks so delicate, he's definitely an easy target!"

The blond guy, who had been the most arrogant before, didn't participate in the noisy money-sharing; he just stood aside with a somewhat unfocused look in his eyes.

At that moment, a very clear voice rang in his mind:

"You've worked hard, handsome."

The blond-haired man's body trembled slightly, a hint of flattery flashing in his eyes, which he quickly concealed.

A thug next to him nudged him with his elbow: "What's wrong, Jun? What are you thinking about? Are you thinking about that girl from earlier?"

Huang Mao snapped out of his daze and replied nonchalantly, "That kid just now, he looked kind of familiar, like...like a celebrity?"

"star?"

The other thugs were taken aback when they heard this, but then they suddenly realized what was going on.

"Damn! No wonder he was so easy to talk to. I've lost out, I should have tried to extort more!"

The blond-haired man smiled and exchanged a glance with the burly man named "Dongzi," their expressions conveying a tacit understanding.

The group started chattering again, discussing where to go next to have fun.

Meanwhile, at the top of a nearby skyscraper.

A figure stood silently, his feet on the edge of the rooftop.

Despite the damp night breeze rustling through her clothes, she remained motionless, as if rooted to the spot.

He slowly opened his eyes, looking down at the city's night view, which was as dazzling as a galaxy.

Traffic was heavy and neon lights were flashing.

Fang Cheng's lips curled into a faint smile.

His consciousness had just quietly slipped away from the thug who had handed the note to Cheng Jiashu.

That blond guy is played by Chen Yingjun, Ma Donghe's most trusted brother.

Fang Cheng contacted Ma Donghe about this mission.

After the mission was assigned, the two sides established a preliminary mental connection during their meeting in order to enable precise communication of instructions.

As for that group of thugs, most of them were street urchins whom Chen Yingjun had specially recruited from other gangs, unaware of the truth.

The purpose was to make this "accident" seem more realistic and leave no flaws.

(End of this chapter)