By evening, the medical room was bustling with people, Zhang Huaiyuan and several others from Silver Grey Star had visited, and Yang Yu’s eyes were brimming with tears, filled with concern.
He comforted them for a while and also reminded Zhang Huaiyuan about a few things, mainly about purchasing Flame Blue Alloy. Fifteen million had already been transferred to his account, so he naturally wanted to convert it to metal energy as soon as possible to feel secure.
Later, Roth informed him that the school was hosting a banquet that evening.
"Hmm, after all, it’s something worth celebrating. The school has been suppressed for so many days, just blowing off steam during the day is hardly enough," Roth explained, and then added:
"The main venue is in the gymnasium, and if you don’t feel like attending, just say your injuries are quite severe. No one would blame you anyway."
Li Ming had intended to decline, but then he remembered something and said, "In that case, I’ll go. I’d just be sitting around here otherwise."
This place was watched around the clock, making it inconvenient to do anything.
There was a minor issue, however, that needed to be addressed.
After Roth notified him, he left.
By seven o’clock, amidst the concerned voices of the medical staff, Li Ming left the medical room, his right hand still bandaged.
Some people wanted to escort him, but he excused himself, saying someone was already waiting for him.
Under the night sky, the gymnasium was brightly lit, brilliant columns of light piercing the clouds, and the holographic projections shifting unpredictably.
Li Ming glanced at it, tapped his foot lightly, but then turned in a different direction, speeding up until he gradually disappeared into the shadows.
The strong wind was invigorating on his face, and under the night sky, the University of Science and Technology was remarkably quiet, with the majority of the people currently at the gymnasium.
Among the sheltering trees, Li Ming followed the surveillance blind spots, which he had just purchased from the Black Hole Network. The price wasn’t high, probably because the main customers were students.
Stopping in front of a tall building, six mechanical arms extended from his back, attaching to the wall and slowly climbing to the top floor.
The building wasn’t very tall; he crawled onto the rooftop and looked at the rows of taller buildings nearby.
His gaze landed on a dormitory building marked "C-12"; his pupils contracted, his vision zoomed in, and focused on a small window.
"You’re definitely not attending this banquet" Li Ming muttered softly to himself.
The room was brightly lit, with food on the table and several bottles of colorful liquor.
Bian Heng picked up a bottle and guzzled a large mouthful.
Bang! The bottle bottom slammed on the table, Bian Heng’s face livid, "Damn it, all heartless and ungrateful people!"
He cursed through clenched teeth, the slender girl next to him in a crop top, too scared to even breathe, kept her head down.
Today, after the conference ended, he tried contacting Sain but could no longer reach him. It was apparent that Sain thought he had lost his value.
"A bunch of losers, can’t even beat Li Ming, deserve it!" he raged.
He didn’t usually live at school, but since his father died and his second uncle took over the family:
He had been marginalized and cut off from all financial resources. Out of necessity, he had to return to the school dormitory.
The few roommates he had were already driven away by him, turning his room into a single.
"Hmph, momentary glory can’t ensure a lifetime of prosperity!" His mood shifted, continuously gulping down alcohol, his hand aimlessly touching the girl next to him.
The takeaway food tasted like wax compared to what he used to eat.
"That’s right, it’s just a temporary defeat, don’t take it too seriously," the girl approached gingerly, forcing a smile.
"In a few years, you’ll become a Grade C Life Form, and you can still enjoy the finer things."
"What do you know." Bian Heng’s expression turned ugly, without the family’s resources, his progress would be greatly reduced.
Moreover, obtaining a Grade C gene seed was a major problem, something he couldn’t get on his own.
Thinking about his drastic fall in circumstances and recent misfortunes, he was irate.
"If pushed to the limit, I might just turn to the Sela Civilization; they are interested in Li Ming, aren’t they?" Bian Heng thought, his heart more filled with fear.
Previously, although he had seemingly spoken for Li Ming, anyone with eyes could see that he was just setting Li Ming up to be thrust into the limelight.
Now, Li Ming was revered, already equipped with a buff, and now seemed almost invincible.
Thinking about the death of his brother, as well as his father, he was terrified, afraid of retribution.
Influenced by alcohol, he became confused: "Fuck, I’ll strike first. If I can’t beat him head-on, I’ll ambush him, kill him, and prove my worth!"
The girl next to him was terrified, wanting to get up and leave, but he grabbed her.
"Where are you going?" Bian Heng’s expression was cold.
"There’s no more liquor, I’m going down to buy some." the girl quickly explained.
"Bullshit, even you want to leave me, you fucking whore!" Bian Heng swore, pulling the girl back and starting to rip at her clothes, his pupils bloodshot.
The girl pressed her lips tightly together, yet didn’t dare to resist, tears rolling down her cheeks, she turned her head away and closed her eyes.
Suddenly, a muffled thud sounded, as if something had shattered, followed by a warm liquid splashing over her face.
Bian Heng shuddered, his body collapsing onto her.
The girl felt a touch of confusion, her eyelashes trembling, she slowly opened her eyes, and after a moment of stupor, she widened her eyes in shock.
There lay Bian Heng, a large hole blasted open in his forehead, his eyes wide open, dead beyond any doubt.
"Ah--" a piercing scream tore through the night.
"Wow, the bullets enhanced with power are really fierce, directly killed him in a second." Li Ming put away his sniper rifle, looking quite satisfied.