Chapter 43: Am I an Outlier?

At the same time, in the Dragon Unit’s internal hospital.

“Brother Yi, just kill me, kill me!” Jiang Shang sobbed uncontrollably, his legs wrapped in gauze, utterly despairing of life.

Without his beloved lychees, how could he go on? He’d rather be dead!

“Calm down,” Yi Chongwen snapped.

“Brother Yi, I don’t want to live anymore. Now that I’ve lost that, what’s the point of living?” Jiang Shang wailed.

“Don’t you want revenge?” Yi Chongwen asked.

“Brother Yi, I trust you’ll avenge me. But as for me, I can only die. There’s no way I can explain this to the organization,” Jiang Shang replied, his face ashen.

He had been defeated by Lin Yuan.

Lin Shanshan had already lost her vital energy.

Every time he thought of the young and beautiful Lin Shanshan, now taken by someone else, his heart twisted in agony.

She was supposed to be his, after all!

“I’ll handle the organization. At least, I’m still useful to them, and for my sake, it won’t be hard to keep you safe,” Yi Chongwen said coldly.

“Thank you, Brother Yi. If possible, please capture Lin Yuan and that woman alive for me. I want them dead!” Jiang Shang’s face darkened with malice.

Yi Chongwen stubbed out his cigarette and said, “According to reports from my men, Lin Yuan has at least late-stage Yellow Rank cultivation. What surprises me is that even the Assassin League tried to recruit him. Perhaps, like the Enchantress, he’s already at the early-stage Profound Rank. That would make him difficult to handle.”

“Brother Yi, not even you can deal with him?” Jiang Shang was startled.

“If it came to a fight, I could subdue him. What worries me is the person behind him. I don’t know who could have trained such a young Profound Rank master,” Yi Chongwen admitted, a chill running down his spine at the thought.

“Brother Yi, why not ask the organization for backup?” Jiang Shang suggested.

“No. Given my current status, I can’t risk meeting with anyone from the organization,” Yi Chongwen’s expression darkened at the mention.

The power of that organization surpassed everyone’s imagination.

No one dared provoke them.

Even he had to obey their orders without question.

...

After delivering medicine to Old Lin, Lin Yuan had just returned from the hospital when he received a call from Zhou Xiaoyu.

“Country bumpkin, if you don’t come soon, someone’s going to steal Shanshan away!” Zhou Xiaoyu’s voice was sweet and playful.

“What happened?” Lin Yuan replied via voice message.

“You’ll see when you get here.” Zhou Xiaoyu sent him an address.

Lin Yuan had no choice but to go.

At that moment, on the campus of Ocean University.

“Shanshan, I heard you broke up with Jiang Shang. Will you be my girlfriend?”

Outside the girls’ dorm, Lin Shanshan was confronted by a forceful confession.

The boy in front of her held a bouquet of roses, a sports car parked nearby, dressed to impress.

His name was Yang Wei.

In many ways, Yang Wei was quite the catch—most girls would have said yes.

But Lin Shanshan no longer lacked money.

He simply didn’t interest her.

Moreover, he was the president of the Taekwondo club, notorious for exploiting his position to toy with girls.

“Sorry, I’m not interested,” Lin Shanshan said coolly.

“Shanshan, I know you don’t mean that. Jiang Shang is finished—no one but me deserves you!” Yang Wei grew more impassioned, gazing at Lin Shanshan with what he thought was sincerity.

“Please, be my girlfriend. I’ll give you money, anything you want, even my life—I’d give it all to you!”

“Very well, then die for her,” came a calm voice.

“Who said that?” Yang Wei snapped, furious.

“It was me,” Lin Yuan stepped forward from the crowd.

“Country bumpkin!” Zhou Xiaoyu greeted him cheerfully, then grew a little shy.

She remembered how he had seen her completely exposed, and felt awkward all over.

Especially since he knew about her most private, hairless feature.

He must have seen it clearly, in every detail.

“Who are you?” Yang Wei sensed a threat.

He liked Lin Shanshan—and Zhou Xiaoyu as well.

He hadn’t expected Zhou Xiaoyu to greet this newcomer so intimately.

Calling him “brother,” no less. Even he had never been treated like that.

“Who I am is none of your concern. If you bother Shanshan again, I’ll see you turned into a eunuch.”

Lin Yuan kicked Yang Wei aside, then put his arm around Lin Shanshan’s waist and strode away.

“Wait for me!” Zhou Xiaoyu hurried after them.

“Damn, who is he, and how come he’s holding the campus beauty?”

The onlookers were stunned, their hearts sour.

The campus belle was beautiful and radiant, the white moonlight of every student’s heart.

Seeing her in someone else’s arms, their dreams were shattered, a bitter taste spreading within them.

“It’s an act, just an act to get rid of Yang Wei,” some refused to accept the truth, comforting themselves.

“That’s right, my goddess couldn’t possibly like him—a nobody, not even as handsome as me!”

A crowd of secret admirers could only console themselves.

Yang Wei’s face clouded over, but he didn’t care if it was real or not. Now that this guy had humiliated him,

he must prepare for revenge!

He took out his phone and made a call:

“Find out for me—I just want his name!”

“Young master, give me a little time...”

“Useless. What am I even paying you for?” Yang Wei snarled.

“Sorry, young master. Actually, to make him disappear, we don’t even need a name.”

“Excellent. You know what to do—I don’t have to spell it out, do I?”

“Young master, understood. I’ll contact the Assassin League immediately. Within three days, he’ll be gone from this world!”

...

“Let’s go have some fun!”

Skipping down the street, Zhou Xiaoyu bounced along, her ponytail swaying, irresistibly cute.

“Xiaoyu, is there anything you want to buy?” Lin Shanshan, arm in arm with Lin Yuan, asked her.

“Yes, yes! I want stockings, shoes, clothes, and I want to eat out...” Zhou Xiaoyu counted on her fingers, her childlike manner melting hearts.

They reached the mall.

Lin Shanshan went off to pick out clothes.

Zhou Xiaoyu seized the opportunity and pulled Lin Yuan aside.

“Country bumpkin, do you think I’m a freak?”

Lin Yuan looked at her adorable face, puzzled.

“You’re very cute. How could you be a freak?”

Zhou Xiaoyu twisted the hem of her shirt, cheeks flushed, and stammered, “But... I’m hairless down there. I’ve seen others, and they aren’t like that. It seems I’m the only one…”

“Uh, well, that doesn’t make you a freak. Besides, being hairless is nice—smooth and pretty.”

Lin Yuan almost wanted to say Lin Shanshan was hairless too.

He even recalled that his senior sister seemed to be the same.

“You really think it’s pretty?” Zhou Xiaoyu brightened.

“Absolutely. I think it looks great,” Lin Yuan nodded.

“Good, I was afraid I was a freak.”

Zhou Xiaoyu breathed a sigh of relief.

“Why did you suddenly ask?” Lin Yuan wondered.

“I’m afraid Brother Wu Fan will mind. He wanted to see, but I never dared send him a photo,” Zhou Xiaoyu whispered, afraid anyone might overhear.