The Obstacles

Su Mo watched as the SUV disappeared, a regretful expression on his face. He then got back into his car and drove away.

He had originally intended to kill the other person. Although killing based on instinct alone might result in killing the wrong person, for Su Mo the possibility was small. And even if he did kill the wrong person, so what?

On the other side, although the orange-haired woman's expression did not change when she saw that the car behind her did not follow, cold sweat had begun to emerge on her forehead. She had just felt the threat of death.

Taking out her phone, she quickly sent a message: "Boss, unable to make contact with the Night Trialer, this guy is dangerous, I give up on the mission."

"Okay, you do what you need to do," came the quick reply.

After Su Mo drove out of the community, he parked the car in a hidden place. After dealing with the murder weapons, he got into his own car and drove back to the archives office.

"My name is Li Weiyang. I was born in a wealthy family. My father was the boss of a listed company in Xikang City.

I received the best education since I was a child, and I knew more things than children my age.

My father was a very good man. Although he had money, he had a gentle personality and was very generous. He was always my role model and I was proud of my father.

Before the age of 15, I was so excellent and well-liked. Many girls at school wrote love letters to me.

My grades were very good, and I also inherited my father's fine qualities to become an all-round good student with moral, intellectual, physical and aesthetic development.

But when I was 15, something happened that I will remember for the rest of my life and never forget.

That day, I was walking down the street. I saw an argument not far away and curiously walked over.

An old man was lying on the ground with a slap mark on his face.

Next to the old man, a woman in her thirties was pointing at the old man and cursing aggressively with very rude words.

Next to the woman stood a fat, bald man with a beer belly.

After watching for a while and listening to the comments of people around, I learned that the old man had accidentally bumped into the woman while walking.

The woman slapped him and would not let up until the old man kneeled and apologized.

I am a person with a strong sense of justice. I really could not bear to see this anymore. Also, my family was rich and powerful, and I was not afraid of this worthless couple.

So I stepped forward and said to the woman,

"Sister, what you're doing is wrong, you can't bully people. Even if the old man accidentally bumped into you, you shouldn't hit people.

It's unbelievable that you even demanded someone kneel down and apologize."

As soon as the woman heard this, she turned around to look at me. At that moment, I felt her face was so hateful and disgusting.

The woman walked over to me and slapped me without saying a word, hitting me silly.

I was 15 years old, hot-blooded and impulsive. Without thinking, I kicked her.

The woman fell to the ground, her expression changing from anger to hideousness. She then shouted at the beer-bellied man behind her, "Beat him up for me, beat him to death!"

As she said that, the woman climbed up and rushed at me with the beer-bellied man.

Although I was 15, I was still no match for them and was beaten badly.

I remember very clearly that I was lying on the ground and the vicious woman kept stepping on my head with her foot. I shielded my head with both hands and looked at her face that way.

To tell the truth, I was very scared. I was afraid of being beaten to death, but more than that, I felt anger. Her face was so hateful.

In the end I was beaten unconscious. When I woke up, I was in the hospital with my parents by my side.

Later my dad said those two people were sentenced to prison, but I didn't know anything else.

It was years later when I learned that the couple only served one year in prison before being released. I didn't know where they went after that and I never found them either.

I don't know why, but ever since then, whenever I see certain women, I feel disgust and resentment towards them.

They all look like that woman, with hateful faces that show they are no good.

At the same time, faces like this also invoke fear in me. At night, I am often woken up by such faces in my dreams.

When I was 18, my mother got cancer and soon passed away. I was heartbroken and devastated.

Luckily I had my dad. My dad loved me very much, he always did. My dad always made me feel an incredible sense of security.

When I turned 20, my dad brought home a new wife. I understood, but I did not agree.

Because her face terrified me and I found it hateful.

That was the first time I had an argument with my dad. I strongly disagreed, but my dad seemed to have fallen in love with that woman.

After arguing several times, I moved out to live on my own.

But after all, he was my dad, the person I respected most since I was little, so I still went home to eat dinner with them every week.

My stepmother looked plain, but had a great figure. Only her face made me feel too scared and angry.

Every time I went back, I looked coldly at her face. When my dad was around, she treated me nicely, just pretending.

When he wasn't looking, she looked at me maliciously, mockingly and contemptuously. I really wanted to kill her.

Once, that woman was taking a bath but didn't close the door. I saw it and fled in panic.

When I got home, I lay in bed and actually had wicked thoughts. I wanted to push that woman onto the bed and brutally ravage her.

Then kill her, peel the skin off her face, and get excited every time I thought about doing this - my whole body would tremble.

After that, my visits back home increased in frequency. My dad was very happy, but actually, I wanted to see that woman taking a bath.

A few years later when I was 27, I really could not stand it anymore. I wanted to put my ideas into action.

At this time, I was pulled into a weird group chat. This group was strange not only because I couldn't find it through any search.

The people inside were also very strange, all chatting about some very creepy things.

Later, after they explained, I finally understood what kind of organization this was. I had been selected as a new member.

After getting in touch and understanding more, I joined this organization and became No. 9.

But before officially becoming an organization member, there was an initiation ritual that required killing at least one person, and it had to be a famous person.

After thinking it over, since I was no ordinary person, I, Li Weiyang, would do the coolest thing - I chose the currently trending Night Trialer in Xikang.

Luring him out was simple, just commit a crime. This was great.

I had long been unable to endure it. I wanted to kill, to kill those disgusting and frightening people.

I thought, the way to conquer fear is to conquer and slaughter.

As long as I conquered and then killed women with those looks, then maybe I would no longer be afraid of such faces.