The Murderer 03

Fragments of unfamiliar memories flooded his mind.

Ye Xiao was the male lead of this world, the crown prince of the underworld factions, while he and Mia were merely supporting characters—later becoming Ye Xiao’s subordinates. After inheriting his father’s empire, Ye Xiao met the love of his life, a girl who always wore light-colored dresses. In this bleak world, she stood out like a delicate flower.

He fell hard. Desperate to rise into the upper city, he pushed forward—because that was where she belonged.

Then, by chance, the girl descended into the underworld.

"Welcome to the underworld, my delicate little princess."

The female lead was stunned by this world she had never seen before, and equally captivated by the domineering aura Ye Xiao exuded. In the end, the two became inseparable.

But their union ignited tensions between the upper and lower cities, culminating in an all-out war. Even Mia perished in the conflict. Ye Xiao emerged victorious, stepping forward until he stood before the girl’s father—only to be stopped by his beloved. In the end, he chose to let go. From that day on, the upper and lower cities were unified, and their world finally saw light.

Or perhaps it was only light for the protagonists. Ye Xiao donned the lavish attire of the upper-city nobility and strode boldly into the council hall.

Only Fang Zhiyi, the sole survivor, was left seething with hatred. But alone, he was no match for the male and female leads. Though Ye Xiao became a councilman in the upper city, his grip on the underworld never loosened. In the end, Fang Zhiyi died in the same sewer where he and Mia had once met.

Fang Zhiyi snapped back to reality, glancing up at the sky in confusion.

A mechanical voice echoed in his mind: "Quick-Transmigration Revenge System activated. Plot transmission complete. Does the host have any requests?"

Fang Zhiyi’s pupils constricted. A system? What the hell was this?

The mechanical voice repeated: "Quick-Transmigration Revenge System activated. Does the host have any requests?"

Fang Zhiyi stood frozen for a moment before finally shaking his head. "No."

"Understood." The system fell silent, puzzled. Why wasn’t this host eager for revenge?

Returning to the underworld, back to the familiar sewer, Mia’s eyes lit up when she saw him.

"Thank goodness. I was starting to think I’d need to find a new assistant."

Fang Zhiyi stared at Mia, recalling the future the system had shown him—Mia’s lifeless body hanging by the neck, strangled. The image filled him with restless agitation.

Ye Xiao?

"Mia, who is Ye Xiao?"

Mia adjusted her glasses at the name. "Ye Xiao? Oh, right… the crown prince of the Jackals Syndicate. Not someone to mess with. Rumor has it that after his father fell ill, he took over as heir. A real big shot in the underworld."

She paused, suddenly alarmed. "Wait, you didn’t piss him off, did you?" She immediately started packing, as if ready to flee.

Fang Zhiyi shook his head. "No, just asking."

"Good. You know how it is down here—where even the cops won’t set foot. These factions are the ones keeping the so-called ‘balance.’ Oh, right, the Roland Sisters? They’re Jackals Syndicate merchandise."

She rambled on.

Fang Zhiyi thought of the people in that small house, a surge of determination rising in him.

That night, guided by memory, he arrived outside the Roland Sisters’ door. From a distance, the system suddenly chimed in: "I can provide the host with a complete revenge strategy, including gaining allies and opposing Ye Xiao. There’s no need to take such risks."

For some reason, Fang Zhiyi felt an aversion to the system’s voice. He didn’t respond, stepping forward resolutely.

"I can also provide combat enhancements."

Fang Zhiyi hesitated. Combat enhancements? He glanced down at his hands, but another voice inside urged him to rely on himself.

When he still didn’t reply, the system gritted its teeth. "For free!"

Finally, Fang Zhiyi answered, "My mother once told me that free things often come with the highest price."

The system fell silent, baffled by this host’s mindset.

Previously, they had entered through the back window. Now, two men guarded the front door, ensuring the girls inside couldn’t escape.

"Hey, kid, what’s your deal?" one of them barked. "Scram if you know what’s good for you."

Fang Zhiyi took a step forward. "Just here to borrow some money." His fist clenched—somehow, he knew this punch could kill the brute before him.

"Huh? You out of your damn—" The man’s words cut off as a cold sensation pierced his throat.

Fang Zhiyi stared at his fist, stunned. The guard collapsed, clutching his throat, lifeless.

The other man lunged up, but Fang Zhiyi instinctively kicked his knee, sending him sprawling before delivering a crushing blow to the back of his skull. The movements flowed effortlessly.

The system was speechless. This host… didn’t match the data. He was strong.

Back in the sewer, Mia gaped at the two trembling figures behind Fang Zhiyi.

"Gods above, you brought them back?" She paced like a madwoman. "This is bad. Really bad."

Fang Zhiyi reassured her, "Relax. I left no traces."

"That’s not the point! If they’re missing, the big shots will start sweeping the area. My scavenging schedule will be ruined!"

Fang Zhiyi almost laughed. Mia wasn’t worried about the Jackals Syndicate—just her mountain of junk.

She didn’t even consider kicking the Roland Sisters out.

In a lavishly decorated conference room, the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked the crumbling cityscape outside.

"The councilman’s demanding replacements, and he’s not patient," a one-eyed man grumbled.

"Where are we supposed to find them? Those two girls were perfect—blood type, compatibility, everything tested."

"Who the hell had the guts to steal our merchandise?"

"Useless as always, Crow," a long-haired man sneered.

The insulted man, Crow, shot up, ready to flip the table—until the figure at the head of the room pressed a hand down, forcing it back into place.

"Do I not exist to you?"

A young face emerged from the shadows, his expression icy. "Or do you all think that without my father, you can act like rabid dogs?"

The room fell silent. Like it or not, Ye Xiao was their leader now, and no one wanted to give their rivals an opening.

"Search every corner of the underworld. Find whoever took them." Ye Xiao’s eyes gleamed with ruthlessness. "As for the councilman… I’ll deal with him myself."

The meeting adjourned, the executives dispersing.