High School Student with Immortal Race System

Two hours later, at four in the morning.

In an old street in Yellow Dragon District, the dim yellow light of a vintage-looking bookstore was still on.

Occasionally, a few stumbling drunks would pass by the front door, boisterous and uninhibited.

The Jianghuai night was magical, but like the difference between shallow and deep seas, the surface world remained relatively normal.

A middle-aged man in a greasy trench coat with a gloomy look in his eyes pushed open the door of the bookstore. He navigated the winding maze of shelves and headed for the back.

Behind the counter stood a rather heavyset man. His right arm was covered in tattoos, the muscles on his full sleeve bulging, giving him an intimidating air. However, his neatly trimmed mustache lent him a touch of composure.

The man was eating a late-night snack, but upon recognizing the visitor, his expression immediately tensed, and he shot to his feet.

"Captain Luo... What brings you here?"

Luo Sheng looked down and lit a cigarette. "I’m here to ask you about something, of course."

"Please, ask away... I’ll give you a discount."

Luo Sheng shot him a glance. The tattooed fatty immediately corrected himself, "I mean, for free! Free! Anything to support your work."

Luo Sheng walked behind the counter and, sure enough, spotted a lounge chair. He shooed the tattooed fatty out of the way and reclined in it himself.

He flicked his cigarette ash directly into the man’s takeout container.

The tattooed fatty didn’t dare say a word, standing by with his hands clasped.

This information broker and middleman, considered a formidable figure among the Jiangti Nightwalkers, was like a mere lackey in front of Luo Sheng.

"Has a man wearing a helmet and wielding a long spear been active in Jianghuai at night recently? He’s accompanied by a young woman in a black mask, who looks a bit like a Tattooed Guest."

The tattooed fatty was stunned. "You... Huh?"

’What a coincidence. In just a few days, so many people have been asking about this "Helmet Monster"?’

"What? If you know something, spit it out."

The tattooed fatty shivered. "I don’t have any definite intel yet, but there have been some sightings... Also... other clients have been asking about it."

Luo Sheng said flatly, "Client’s name."

"I really don’t know... It’s a secondhand job for me. The reward is only 300,000."

Luo Sheng took another drag from his cigarette, exhaled, and said, "Go ask."

"Okay, okay... I’ll find a way to ask around."

Just as he was about to say more, the bookstore door was pushed open again, and four young people walked in.

Wan Mengjie walked in front, chin held high, while those behind her also wore joyful expressions.

"Mr. Fatty! Mission complete!"

Due to her angle of view, Wan Mengjie couldn’t see the person behind the counter clearly. It was only as she drew closer that she noticed a man’s hand flicking cigarette ash.

Only Yang Shen, with his excellent night vision, noticed something and seemed lost in thought...

’Nicotine-stained fingertips... well-defined knuckles... and most importantly...’

’The smell of a particular brand of cigarette in the air...’

A moment later, Yang Shen used his daily Life Chart Inspection ability.

He never wasted this ability. Sometimes he’d rather let the daily chance go unused than spend it; for example, he had no interest in the Life Charts of Wan Mengjie and her two companions.

This was to ensure he always had one use available for emergencies.

’Just as I thought...’

"Luo Sheng: Qi Refining Seventh Layer..."

"Life Chart: Luck Blade Entanglement Seal..."

In the dim light, the corners of Yang Shen’s mouth curled up slightly. ’So I’ve caught him in the act...’

Meanwhile, Mr. Fatty was clearly flustered. He said to Wan Mengjie, "Uh... let’s talk about this later."

Behind the counter, Luo Sheng simply pointed his cigarette at her, his meaning clear: ’Say it now.’

It might not be anything he was interested in, but listening in on the intel here wasn’t a bad idea.

Of course, he had no interest in identifying the four newbies. He didn’t even raise his head, so he didn’t recognize Yang Shen hiding behind the others.

These so-called "gray area figures" like the tattooed fatty were mostly registered with the police. The reason they were allowed to exist was to serve as "informants" to broaden the police’s information channels.

This was also why Mr. Fatty was so afraid of Luo Sheng. He had plenty of dirt on him, and whether he would be taken out depended on a single word from Luo Sheng.

Luo Sheng had both the authority and the power to do it.

Out of fear, many people secretly reported Luo Sheng, slinging all sorts of mud at him. Although it had stalled his promotions, they couldn’t manage to take him down... It was just so damn frustrating for them.

Mr. Fatty took a deep breath. "You... go ahead and speak."

"Huh? Just say it out loud?"

"Yes, out loud..."

Wan Mengjie found this strange, but she said it anyway. "I’ve got the intel on that Helmet Monster. It’s extremely detailed and will definitely satisfy the client’s needs. For 150,000, please don’t give any discounts."

Behind the counter, Luo Sheng’s eyes brightened slightly.

Mr. Fatty scratched his cheek. "Don’t worry, I won’t dock your pay."

’Because I already did.’

Wan Mengjie said seriously, "That Helmet Monster’s name is Luo Sheng!"

Mr. Fatty: ...

He shivered from head to toe.

’What the hell?!’

Behind the counter, the ever-composed Luo Sheng also froze for a moment. His hand, poised to flick the ash, stopped mid-air.

Wan Mengjie continued, "To be precise, he’s called Demon Cop Luo Sheng. He’s mastered some kind of fire-based Martial Arts. I saw flames coming from his fingertips with my own eyes!"

Mr. Fatty: "Mhm... I’m listening."

"He has also mastered a technique called Overlapping Waves. We looked it up afterward; it’s an extremely advanced form of Martial Arts."

Mr. Fatty’s face went stiff. "Is... is there more?"

"His day job is a detective, but he’s occasionally active at night. He wears the helmet to avoid being identified... He has strong investigation and counter-investigation skills."

Mr. Fatty pulled out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his face.

"Oh, right, he also loves to smoke! And... and he likes to stare at legs..."

’It’s over! He’s going to kill us all to silence us!’

’No wonder Captain Luo was so concerned about who was investigating the Helmet Monster!’

Wan Mengjie said confidently, "The quality of this mission is absolutely guaranteed. No one else could have gotten you such detailed information. So... does this mean the mission is complete?"

’It used to be so formal. I’d have to submit a report and go through repeated checks and verifications. Mr. Fatty is usually very concerned with the authenticity of intel and can keenly sense false information.’

’Just a verbal report today... it’s throwing me for a loop.’

"It’s complete, it’s complete! You should go home for now. I’ll transfer the payment to you as soon as possible... Now hurry and go."

Wan Mengjie was skeptical. "It’s really done? Then we’re really leaving..."

"Go... hurry up and go."

’If you’re a second late, I’m afraid you won’t be able to leave at all, and you’ll get me sacrificed in the process!’

After the group left, Mr. Fatty stood beside Luo Sheng, his face pale. "Captain Luo... I don’t know anything... I’ll tell the client the mission failed, and I’ll pay the money out of my own pocket..."

"I swear! I won’t leak a single word."

Luo Sheng, as if he’d just rebooted, finally snapped out of it. He frowned. "I am not the Helmet Monster."

Mr. Fatty immediately said, "Right, right, right! You’re absolutely not! Not at all!"

Luo Sheng: "I... I’m really not."

"Of course! You really aren’t! I absolutely believe you!!"

Luo Sheng’s brow furrowed deeply...

...

Several hundred meters away, Yang Shen parted ways with the trio. He didn’t leave immediately, but instead watched the bookstore at the end of the street from a distance.

’As expected, Luo Sheng’s shadow is behind this...’

’All this trouble wasn’t a waste of time after all.’

’Next, I’ll just have to react to whatever he throws at me...’ He didn’t know why Luo Sheng was interested in the Rebel Species, or why he had stopped Long Jiu from leaving back then.

But such a dangerous person, if allowed to continue investigating from the shadows, posed too great a threat.

To be honest, he really didn’t want to go up against a public official, a detective, especially one as powerful as Luo Sheng.

’Around Mid-stage True Gang, and just like me, his actual combat power can’t be judged by common sense.’

’Thinking back, the way he wasted so much time with Liu Yuankui in the mountains before finally having to ’reluctantly kill’ him... he probably had an ulterior motive.’

’Given the level of power the Recycling Station has shown, even if there was a recent breakthrough, Liu Yuankui should have been turned to ash in a single encounter.’

Even with Long Jiu and Xu Bamboo on his side, Yang Shen wasn’t confident of victory.

He couldn’t accept any of them being grazed, even for a second, by those strange flames...

Yang Shen hadn’t brought any backup today, nor were his preparations sufficient... He had only just mastered "Wind Return."

Yang Shen let out a long breath, his gaze profound.

’The moment you were at the Recycling Station, when you showed that look of wanting to kill even the witnesses to the fire... you were no longer worthy of being a police officer in my eyes...’

’You’re just a wolf in sheep’s clothing... Officer Luo.’

’But I still need to build up my strength, and I need the right opportunity.’

Messing with a police detective could lead to endless trouble if not handled properly.

Yang Shen turned and left.

——————

「The next day, at Jiangti.」

Inside the Night Owl Club, the trio was gathered together, their faces beaming as they discussed their impending earnings.

"Fifty thousand each. We can finally recover some of our losses."

"Sweet! We’ll be set for at least a month."

The burly guy spoke up. "By the way, is Junior Brother Yang really not taking a single cent? He was the one who found the Helmet Monster first. It doesn’t feel right."

He had a good impression of Yang Shen, who had given him an extra pair of stockings.

Wan Mengjie said, "A deal’s a deal. But we can make it up to him on future missions. Let’s just focus on getting through our own tough spot first."

Just as she spoke, Wan Mengjie’s phone vibrated.

The three of them, assuming it was a text about the payment coming through, huddled together, ready to savor the notification.

But what followed was a dead silence...

"What?! Mr. Fatty is dead!!!!"

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