Urban: Super God-Ring System

C10 – The Tough Criminal

Wen Huaimu found himself tossed into the corner of a decrepit wooden table once more by the scruffy bearded man. He settled into a comfortable position and pondered how to deal with the two thugs.

Yes, deal with them, not just escape.

They had the audacity to kidnap him; they were going to pay for it.

The elfin within the molding ring was seething with rage. “Big Brother, beat them to a pulp. They’re villains, every last one!”

Wen Huaimu rolled his eyes in exasperation. “I’d love to beat them, but how? With the Water Lubricant Skill?”

Time flew, and soon the sound of engines revving came from outside the control room.

The bearded man’s face lit up with glee. “Big T, the guards sure are quick. Are we heading out now?”

A grave look crossed Big T’s face as he responded, “Absolutely, we leave now. I bet the whole of Anbury is buzzing. If we don’t skedaddle, we’ll be trapped.”

“Got it.” The bearded man called out, then turned back to Wen Huaimu with a sinister grin.

A shiver ran down Wen Huaimu’s spine. Not waiting to be seized, he proactively stood up and moved closer.

The bearded man paused, then chuckled as he stroked his beard. “Well, isn’t he a good sport? Quite endearing.”

Inwardly, Wen Huaimu swore, “Once I figure out a plan, you’re a dead man.”

“Okay, you lead the way. The kid walks in the middle, I’ll follow,” instructed Big T.

No more taunting from the bearded man; he spun around, kicked the control room door wide open, and stepped out.

Together, the trio exited the control room and made their way to a shiny new off-road vehicle parked at the factory entrance.

The burly patrol officer leaped from the vehicle, his face ashen with fury, fixing the bearded man with an icy stare.

“You and I, we’re cut from the same cloth, and I don’t like it one bit,” the bearded man remarked with a sneer.

The patrol officer snorted dismissively. “Don’t get cocky; I’ll catch you yet.” He then turned his piercing gaze to Big T and narrowed his eyes. “Big T, you’ve slipped up this time.”

Big T’s face remained impassive as he broke the silence, “Would you believe me if I told you I didn’t kill Liao Qiming?”

The burly patrol officer clearly didn’t buy it, responding only with a scoff.

“Forget it, you’re all too trusting of the law, blind to anything beyond it,” Big T muttered under his breath, shaking his head before heading to the off-road vehicle.

The scruffy man shoved Wen Huaimu into the backseat, then climbed into the driver’s seat. He saluted the burly patrol officer through the window with a sly grin, “Back in my school days, I was a Young Pioneer. So here’s a salute for you, Officer.”

The SUV roared to life, pivoted sharply, and sped away from the factory.

With a dark scowl, the burly patrol officer turned to his middle-aged counterpart, “Deputy, are we really letting them get away with this?”

The middle-aged deputy’s expression darkened further as he shot a disapproving look at his colleague, thinking, “Who’s in charge here, you or me?”

“Mind your tone and actions. Do you think I’m coddling a criminal? I’m safeguarding a hostage. Now, I’m ordering you to tail them closely. Make sure they don’t slip out of our sight,” commanded the deputy sternly.

Feeling slighted yet bound by duty, the burly officer saluted and acknowledged the command. He then led a squad of officers in a swift dash out of the factory and into their police vehicles.

Bouncing along in the rugged SUV, Wen Huaimu admired the mustachioed driver’s skill as he navigated through narrow side streets. He was impressed by the criminals’ savvy, their strategic foresight in evading the patrol’s roadblocks.

After some time, Big T abruptly pulled out a cellphone and dialed a number.

It rang several times before connecting.

“Hello, this is Li Xiang!”

Big T remained silent, holding the phone to his ear, his gaze shifting uncertainly.

The line fell silent. Then, after a pause, a deep voice from the other end asked, “Is that you, Big T?”

Big T finally exhaled in relief and remarked coolly, “Scarface, you’re quite the strategist.”

Silence fell on the other end of the line again.

“Big T, I’m not involved in this.”

“Really? I find this whole situation suspicious.”

“I’ll clear things up for you.”

No sooner had he finished than the person on the other end disconnected the call.

Wen Huaimu watched the exchange in silence, a knot of nervousness in his stomach.

It was like a scene straight out of a TV show about mafia bosses—every word measured, every phrase laden with meaning.

“Big T, the kid won’t fess up?” asked the bearded driver.

Big T just shook his head, “There’s more to it than meets the eye. Definitely some insider play.”

“It’s got to be Mu Shuxin’s handiwork! I’ve never trusted him. He must have orchestrated this whole drama.”

Big T remained silent, closed his eyes, and settled back to recharge.

The SUV raced through the city, taking turns so sharp that Wen Huaimu, despite his years in Anbubury, was completely disoriented.

Abruptly, the vehicle halted at an alleyway. The bearded man looked back and said, “Big T, this is your stop. Monkey will back you up later.”

“Got it. Stay sharp,” Big T acknowledged with a nod, then turned to Wen Huaimu with a casual command, “Make it clean.”

“Gotcha.” The bearded man grinned, casting a lascivious glance at Wen Huaimu.

Big T stepped out and blended into the crowd.

The pressure on Wen Huaimu eased slightly. The intensity of Big T’s presence was overwhelming, almost suffocating.

But the bearded man posed an even greater threat.

“Kid, let’s go somewhere and really enjoy ourselves,” the bearded man suggested with a sinister smile, steering the car into another alley.

“You have to take him out, brother. He’s a bad man,” Diaochan’s voice was nearly spent in the molding space, her face flushed with excitement.

Wen Huaimu, at a loss for words, finally responded, “I’m working on it, but he’s way out of my league. I doubt I can take him down.”

“Don’t worry, we’ve got magic on our side! You can use it to take him down.” Diaochan’s response sparked a gleam in Wen Huaimu’s eyes as she vigorously waved her hand.

“Magic? But all I know is the Water Lubricant Skill. Diaochan, do you have any attack spells? Even the most basic ones will do,” Wen Huaimu inquired.

“Obviously, you’re such a dunce. How could an elfin only know one spell? I’m versed in many,” Diaochan replied with a hint of scorn.

“Is that so? What other spells can you do?” Wen Huaimu’s eyes shone with curiosity.

“You’ve got options like Wind Blade, Fireball Skill, oh, and there’s Elementary Nature Magic, like Plant Growth,” the elfin rattled off, bubbling with enthusiasm.

“Well, what are we waiting for? Teach me, quick!” Wen Huaimu’s face flushed with excitement.

From the driver’s seat, the bearded man caught Wen Huaimu’s animated expression in the rearview mirror and felt a twinge of confusion. Was it possible that he was gay too?

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