Age of Heroes, 10-game winning streak

Not a formal contract, but a temporary contract...?

Maybe there is still hope?

He thought for a few seconds, then clicked confirm. Whether it was true or not, he needed to witness the result with his own eyes.

Hopefully, the situation isn't that bad.

Once again, the melody of the symphony of fate rang in my ears.

The words of fire burned to ashes.

【Begin to weave destiny】

……

Shadow Realm, suburban area, next to a bus stop.

Zhang Cuishan leaned against the billboard behind him, his body covered with bruises and blood.

He had thought that one day he would die on the battlefield, because the duty of a transcendent was to drive away shadow species and disaster beasts.

However, he never thought that one day he would die at the hands of his own people.

"One of our own...?"

Zhang Cuishan laughed at himself.

He doesn't deserve it.

Whether he wanted to or not, the fact was that he had brought disaster, and it could not be brushed aside with a simple excuse of ignorance. He was too ashamed to face the school and the parents, let alone those children.

In fact, he has always wanted to enjoy the profession of teacher. Teaching and educating people is a very good profession. He is respected wherever he goes and has many students all over the world. He also thought about taking Lao Zhou as a role model and devoting his whole life to it.

But... these beautiful fantasies ultimately came to nothing.

I couldn't even die a proper death.

He couldn't help but think that it would be better if he was shot dead on the spot...but the damn curse in his body was forcing him to go crazy.

He looked up at the gray sky of the shadow world, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket with trembling fingertips, and flicked out a cigarette several times in a row.

The blood-stained filter was held in his mouth, and a faint bitter taste spread across his lips.

The old-fashioned lighter, with trembling fingers, pressed once, twice, three times... but it wouldn't light up.

With a little more force, the lighter slipped from his hand, fell to the ground, bounced a few times, and landed next to one of his feet.

The man raised his hand, picked up the lighter, then walked closer, lit the flame, and handed it over.

Zhang Cuishan's vision was already a little blurry. He saw the flame, took the cigarette and moved closer to it, lighting it and taking a deep breath.

"Cough cough cough..."

A violent cough followed.

His lungs were already injured, his ribs were broken, his lungs were injured, and he was coughing up blood that smelled of smoke.

"Are you..." Zhang Cuishan said through the smoke, "Are you here to take my life?"

He coughed up blood while smoking: "Just for this cigarette you lit for me, take it if you want... It's already a rotten life, maybe it's worth something if I take it away."

"I want your life." The young man said calmly but forcefully, "But I'm not them. What I want is for you to continue living."

"...I can't survive." Zhang Cuishan pointed at his battered body. "See? So many wounds, and more than a third of my body has been bled out. I know how long I can live... It's too late if I don't go to the hospital, and I won't go. It's not worth wasting social resources to save someone like me."

"You are still a good person." said the young man.

"Cough, cough, cough." Zhang Cuishan coughed up tears. "This sentence is really heartbreaking. It's so spicy and ironic."

"I sincerely believe that." The young man raised his hand and pointed a gun at his head. "But it's also because you're a good person...that's why you're being pointed at."

Zhang Cuishan was smoking a cigarette by himself, without a trace of fear in his eyes.

The muzzle of the gun dropped, then vanished from his hand like magic. The young man continued, "However, meeting me is also a kind of blessing after a difficult time."

"You are..." Zhang Cuishan scratched his head: "You run a funeral home?"

The young man shook his head: "I don't sell paper figurines or urns. I came here to bring you two pieces of good news."

Zhang Cuishan's eyes were still ashen.

"The first good news...your students are still alive."

In an instant, Bai Yu jumped up as if he saw a dying lion. He grabbed his collar with both hands and pressed his back against the billboard behind him with a bang!

He held a cigarette in his mouth, and the falling ashes were like sparks, emitting burning anger.

"Can you say that again!"

He clenched his teeth, his facial expression ferocious and terrifying.

"Your students are still alive..." Bai Yu added, "Thirty-seven of them, not one less."

Zhang Cuishan's lips trembled several times: "How to prove it?"

"You don't believe it?" Bai Yu asked back.

"Should I believe it?" Zhang Cuishan's eyes were dark red. "Look at me now, neither human nor ghost. I know very well what the shepherds and their men are doing. If the children fall into their hands, it will be..."

"But you still expected this result." Bai Yu said calmly, "So I brought you the second piece of good news."

"What is it!"

"I can help you... complete your revenge and rescue your students."

Bai Yu spoke word by word, calmly, but his words sounded like the whisper of a devil.

Zhang Cuishan's eyes turned red in an instant, then he let go of his hand and took a few steps back with difficulty.

"What do you want? My life? My soul? Or..."

"I need you to be…angry."

Bai Yu interrupted the other person's monologue: "The angrier the better... Your anger will become my strength."

Zhang Cuishan paused, then nodded: "Okay."

"If it's anger, take as much as you want!"

Bai Yu said, "But you look very calm."

The head teacher covered his face, opened his mouth and laughed silently, his voice hoarse.

"I have already been..."

"I'm furious!"

A white mist rolled in and a cold wind blew past.

Two figures beside the bus stop disappeared at the same time.

After the white fog passed, only one young man stood up from the seat beside the platform. The appearance of his black suit had changed slightly, and he had a delicately shaped mask on his face. The pattern on the mask was an inverted mountain character.

【Teacher · Battlefield】

Kill the shepherd; rescue the remaining students.

【Destiny has begun to be woven, the countdown begins】

【11:59:59】

Behind the mask, Bai Yu narrowed his eyes slightly. He could feel the roar of the burning blood and energy in the warrior's body.

The Fate Weaving and Heroic Spirit Projection states are different, and do not need to be on the same level as oneself... At this time, Bai Yu's strength is at the peak of Zhang Cuishan's strength, even surpassing his peak.

The number 30 appears above your head, giving you a sense of security and deterrence.

The roaring qi and blood in the body roared like a dragon, the heart was beating, and it was as if there were several fuel engines built into the body. The tides of qi and blood were rising one wave higher than the other, and the true qi was almost inexhaustible.

Bai Yu's thoughts were in absolute control. He was completely unaware of Zhang Cuishan's consciousness and thoughts. The only thing he could sense was...

Only his anger.

The anger didn't burn fiercely, but rather ignited quietly, like the high temperature in a boiler, which did not spread but ignited a fire in the chest.

Every breath was like pouring oxygen into the furnace, every breath was like the bellows blowing, the anger expanded and burned, the fierce flames burning the stubborn iron in the heart.

Every beat of the heart strikes the steel within, and every fall of the hammer sends sparks flying from the iron, constantly shaping its outer form until it is sharpened.

The teacher's anger is a fire.

Bai Yu is the swordsmith.

He poured everything he saw and felt into the steel blade, hammering and shaping it, integrating the anger itself into the blade, and in the process he himself felt the pain that penetrated his bones.

But he will not scream or make a sound, instead he will remember the pain implicitly and stubbornly, absorb the experience, and the restrained emotions will become a part of life and settle down, shaping Bai Yu's more spiritual and profound soul in the future.

Growth never happens overnight, but occasionally... there will be a moment of growth.

When justice fails, private revenge is justified, even noble.

Through the vague connection, he could see a bright red thread that acted as a guide, pulling him towards where his enemy was.

Bai Yu grasped the sharp blade forged in anger in his heart.

"Let's go..."

"To take revenge."

Chapter 49 An eye for an eye

In front of the French window, the shepherd hung up the phone.

"This way, the tail is also cleaned up."

"It's impossible to use the layout that took so long to build a second time."

"It's a pity that some of the information has been exposed to Chang Ye Si's sight. I have to change the code name."

"That doesn't matter. The organization's next move isn't in Daxia."

The white-haired old man still has a straight back. He looks to be in his sixties, but he is well maintained.

He walked slowly to the chair and sat down. He rubbed his eyes and seemed a little drowsy.

"It's time to move."

It’s not that there are no experts in the Changye Division... they just haven’t shown up.

Although Nanling City suffered a lot of losses due to the incidents in the past few years, it is not a soft persimmon that can be exploited at will.

It’s better to leave early before the other party decides to completely get rid of you.

As long as you completely clear all traces, no one will know that you are the shepherd.

There are more than five fake lackey bodies used for disguise alone, and some of them are given to Chang Ye Si as performance.

The old man smoothed his hair, leaned back on the sofa, slowly closed his eyes, and soon began to snore peacefully.

however……

Just a few minutes later, he suddenly opened his eyes, and two rays of light burst out from the depths of his eyes.

"Come in!"

The door about ten meters away was pushed open, and a sturdy young man in a black suit walked over and clasped his fists.

"boss."

"Send someone out to see what's going on!" the old man ordered. "You know where I'm talking about!"

"Yes!"

The footsteps of the men in black suits quickly faded away.

The old man rubbed his eye sockets, his eyelids kept twitching, a bad premonition rose from the bottom of his heart, a vague feeling... but the lackeys he sent out should have all died.

He subconsciously opened his collar with his fingers, and for a moment he felt that his breathing was a little difficult, as if someone was strangling his neck with a silk thread.

But he couldn't leave from here.

This area is his property, and his people are everywhere, with manpower, weapons, and venues... It is absolutely his home ground.

It would be foolish to abandon your home turf just because of some intuition.

But the intuition of extraordinary people is often very accurate... His is not just intuition, but also a feeling, a burning sensation approaching.