Chapter 142: The Divine Revealed

“All taken care of.” Shi Chengjin scanned the surroundings, making sure not a single mosquito had survived.

Feng Sanpao’s air blast had quite a wide range, leaving not one mosquito alive—they had all gone to the afterlife.

Witnessing this scene, Chang Yu couldn’t help but marvel at the importance of teamwork and cooperation. Every member of the team had their strengths and weaknesses.

When people unite, their strengths amplify infinitely, and their weaknesses shrink to insignificance. This allowed them to adapt to all sorts of extremely harsh environments.

In any task, for someone to be good at something meant someone else was not; no one could excel at everything.

Only gods could do that—not humans.

In previous missions, Feng Sanpao had mostly been drifting along, playing a minor role without any decisive impact.

But this time, Feng Sanpao’s role was fully highlighted.

Large-scale magical attacks were something only Feng Sanpao in the team excelled at. The smooth extermination of the mosquito swarm was largely thanks to him.

“Although there are still many unresolved questions in this case, I suggest we retreat for now,” Chang Yu whispered to Katerina, drawing close.

Chang Yu’s suggestion was reasonable.

The explosion had caused quite a stir. Many teachers and students had already peeked out from the windows of the teaching building, looking toward Chang Yu and the others.

Several guards and security personnel who had heard the noise were approaching, seemingly intending to inquire about what had just happened.

With such a commotion, trying to keep the investigation under wraps and proceed discreetly was clearly unrealistic.

Retreating now was undoubtedly the best choice.

“But two comrades are still trapped inside,” Katerina said.

“I know where they are. They’re not in immediate danger,” Chang Yu replied. “Let’s leave first and figure out a way to rescue them later.”

“As for what happened here,” he glanced at the scattered mosquito corpses, “let the school deal with it themselves.”

Chang Yu wasn’t worried that the cockroach-sized mosquito calamities would be exposed to the public.

Within seconds, the bodies of those calamities turned into a puff of black smoke and dissipated into the air.

What remained were just ordinary mosquitoes. Even if the school investigated, they wouldn’t uncover much—at worst, they’d consider the school’s mosquitoes a bit of a pest problem.

“Alright, let’s do that,” Katerina nodded approvingly. “It’s the first time I’ve seen a calamity commanding ordinary creatures from nature like this. It’s quite unusual.”

Without waiting for the security guards to come over and interrogate them, Chang Yu and his group slipped out ahead of them.

Half an hour after school had let out...

Led by Chang Yu, the group cautiously made their way through the air-raid shelter.

Taking advantage of the fact that the students had left, they had sneaked into the school.

Although Feng Sanpao and Shi Chengjin had once been stuck and unable to move when crawling through a tree hole, overall they had successfully entered the shelter.

“How’s your injury?” Chang Yu asked worriedly, looking at Feng Sanpao, who was leaning on the wall with one hand on his waist.

“Not bad. Thanks to this armor, otherwise with that kind of impact, breaking a few bones wouldn’t have been surprising,” Feng Sanpao grimaced.

This guy was probably the first investigator in the history of the Disaster Investigation Bureau to get blown up by his own ultimate move.

“Should I have Comrade Xiao Li take you to the hospital?” Chang Yu pondered. “You don’t need to continue with the next mission.”

“Are you really concerned about me?” Feng Sanpao’s eyes gleamed with happiness and joy.

“But I’m fine. I can still hold on a bit longer.”

“I’m not concerned; I’m just afraid you’ll hold us back,” Chang Yu said sternly, though with a smile in his eyes—clearly joking.

“What?!” Feng Sanpao looked wounded and pitiful, like a little abandoned puppy.

“Sanpao, I never expected you to be like this. I’m so disappointed!”

“How can I entrust Sakura-chan to you like this?”

As they chatted and moved forward, they soon emerged from the narrow corridor into a spacious area.

“This is it,” Chang Yu pointed to a large iron pillar nearby. “I was tied here, unable to move.”

He enthusiastically recounted to Katerina how he had faced a formidable enemy with fearless courage.

“Facing a swarm of mosquitoes, I wasn’t scared at all—not the slightest bit.”

“In one move, I broke free from that three-finger-wide iron chain and fought the mosquitoes for three hundred rounds.”

“Though the situation was dire, I gritted my teeth and fought on the front lines against the calamity.”

“Because I knew I couldn’t retreat. If I did, ordinary people outside would suffer.”

“I know, Katerina, that you can’t bear to see ordinary people harmed by calamities. That’s why I fought so hard—to avoid making you sad.”

Chang Yu seized the moment to boast, almost portraying himself as the heroic Huang Jiguang, sacrificing himself to block enemy fire, or Qiu Shaoyun, burned alive to protect his comrades.

At this, he completely forgot how terrified and disheveled he had actually been in the face of the onslaught of mosquitoes.

Anyway, no one knew the truth at that time, so he might as well let his own words run wild.

Bragging and trying to win favor with Katerina was a golden opportunity.

“That’s not true,” Feng Sanpao, always blunt, said. “We all saw you running away from the mosquitoes.”

“If you were so brave fighting them, why were you running?”

“I was outnumbered—two fists against four hands,” Chang Yu snapped, feeling guilty like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

He then glanced slyly at Katerina, fearing she might look down on him.

“Katerina, I swear to you, everything I said is true.”

“If I lied to you even once, then... I’m a coward without a mother!” (Well, he sort of was.)

Sweating profusely, he tried to explain, but Katerina's attention was elsewhere.

“Shh...” Katerina put a finger to her lips, signaling Chang Yu to be quiet.

Just now, she thought she heard a faint sound.

It definitely didn’t come from their direction.

Everyone held their breath, the sound of breathing becoming barely audible.

“Clack clack... clack clack...”

The strange noise appeared again, like an invisible ghost lingering in this spacious underground passage.

Finally, the group recognized the odd sound as footsteps.

Without turning, Katerina gestured to the others, who immediately understood and hid in the shadows.

The air-raid shelter returned to its usual silence.

The owner of the footsteps appeared—a thin, pale-faced boy, small and frail, wearing a patched, faded school uniform.

It was him!

Katerina instantly recognized the boy.

Hao Qifu, the poor boy who had been bullied by classmates. He had left a deep impression on Katerina earlier on the playground.

A ripple stirred within Katerina’s heart.

In truth, she had long suspected Hao Qifu, especially after reviewing the information sent by Zhen Youcai.

She knew Hao Qifu had the strongest motive to harm the two missing students.

Because those two had been the ringleaders bullying Hao Qifu for days.

In other words, there was a grudge between them.

Now, Katerina had every reason to believe Hao Qifu was the mastermind behind all this.

The fact that Hao Qifu was in such a hidden place, barely known to anyone, was enough to confirm Katerina’s suspicions.

Perhaps due to the dim light, Hao Qifu hadn’t noticed Chang Yu and the others hiding in the dark.

Expressionless and vacant-eyed, he approached the two “latecomers” tied to the iron pillar—Chang Yu’s two colleagues.

Patting their cheeks, Hao Qifu saw the two men were still unconscious from blood loss.

“We have no grudge,” the timid and insecure-looking boy began with a harsh and domineering tone.

“I have no reason to bother you. You just happened to get in the wrong place at the wrong time.”

At that moment, the beast within the boy awakened, breaking free from its cage.

Domineering, fierce, and ruthless—that was the true nature beneath his frail exterior.

It was as if his weak appearance was a disguise; cruelty and dominance were the enduring themes of his heart.

With heavy footsteps and a fierce expression, Hao Qifu walked toward the two uniformed students nearby.

Without a word, he raised his foot and delivered a brutal kick to one’s stomach.

Using all his strength, he viciously stamped and kicked the helpless student, as if venting all his resentment.

One kick after another, the student trembled all over, his belly thudding with each blow.

Relentless, raining down like raindrops, black footprints covered the student’s uniform.

“You’re so arrogant!” the boy roared, like a beast’s howl, wild and savage.

“You used to love bullying me, humiliating me, torturing me.”

“Then come on! Hurt me like you used to—humiliate me, torture me!”

Suddenly, the boy burst into laughter, then tears of humiliation streamed down his face.

For a moment, it was hard to tell whether he was laughing or crying.

“Remember how you treated me before?”

“Throwing toilet paper at me, yanking my head against the wall, even stripping me naked to take photos...”

“You did every possible thing to humiliate me!”

As he spoke, his expression grew more deranged, and his kicks faster—like a mad beast, crying and laughing as he vented all his grievances.

“Well, now it’s my turn to humiliate you. Too bad you probably can’t see this scene.”

“I forgot—you look no different from a corpse now. So boring.”

“Who would have thought, huh? You, so arrogant and domineering, reduced to this!”

(End of chapter)

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