12: Chapter 12 I, Zhao Ze, will surely shine brightly!

"You took two hundred thousand from me, and now you're playing hide-and-seek with me?!"

He paced back and forth in the bathtub, irritated.

From the moment he gave the order last night until now, a full twelve hours had passed.

Based on Lao Mo's usual efficiency, he should have sent over photos of Su Yu with his legs broken before daybreak today.

But now.

Like a stone dropped into the sea.

Not a single word.

What on earth is going on?

Did he kill him or not?

A trace of unease faintly rose in Zhao Ze's heart.

The college entrance exam was imminent.

If that ungrateful piece of bottom-tier trash, Su Yu, really walked into the exam hall completely unscathed.

Then where would he, Zhao Ze, save face?

He had made a harsh threat that he would make Su Yu lie in the hospital for half a month!

"Young Master, please don't be anxious."

Beside him, a shrewd-looking middle-aged man with a handlebar mustache hurriedly stepped forward and handed him a bathrobe.

This was Zhao Ze's trusted butler, who was also the deputy director of the Zhao Family Martial Arts Hall.

"In my opinion, the matter has definitely been accomplished."

The butler analyzed confidently while helping Zhao Ze put on the bathrobe.

"Think about it, what kind of person is that kid named Su Yu?"

"His Qi-blood value is 0.8!"

"For trash like this, not to mention a formal Martial Artist like Lao Mo, even a beginner apprentice under me could crush him with one hand!"

The butler's face was filled with a contemptuous sneer.

"What does he have to resist with?"

"With his head?"

Zhao Ze tightened the belt of his bathrobe, but his brows remained tightly locked.

"Then why isn't Lao Mo answering the phone?"

"What if?"

Zhao Ze walked over to a leather sofa and sat down, picking up a glass of red wine, but he was too irritated to take a single sip.

"What if Lao Mo failed?"

"What if that kid Su Yu called the police?"

"Impossible!"

The butler cut off Zhao Ze's concerns with absolute certainty.

"Absolutely impossible!"

"Young Master, you are overthinking it."

The butler walked to the side of the sofa, bowed slightly, and spoke with an extremely firm tone.

"Lao Mo is a Martial Artist with a Qi-blood value of over one hundred!"

"For him to deal with a 0.8 commoner is just like driving a tank to crush an ant."

"Even with his eyes closed, it's impossible to fail!"

"Even taking a step back, if some accident really happened, Lao Mo would definitely send you a message for help immediately."

"Now that there is no news, there is only one possibility."

The butler lowered his voice, a glimmer of cruelty flashing in his eyes.

"It's likely that Lao Mo went too hard."

"He accidentally killed that kid!"

The hand holding the wine glass paused abruptly.

Killed him?

"The Great Xia Kingdom has strict laws. Killing a candidate during the college entrance exam is a serious crime that will alert the City Defense Army."

The butler continued his analysis methodically.

"Lao Mo must have been afraid of causing trouble, so he took his men overnight to dispose of Su Yu's body."

"Destroying the body and eliminating evidence takes time, and he can't turn on his phone to expose his location."

"Once he finishes cleaning up the loose ends, he will naturally contact you."

After listening to the butler's analysis.

Zhao Ze's tightly locked brows finally slowly unfurled.

That's right.

A 0.8 trash, what does he have to survive under a Martial Artist?

It must be that brute Lao Mo didn't control his strength well and beat the person to death with one stick!

He's probably hiding in some wilderness digging a pit to bury the body right now!

"That makes sense."

Zhao Ze let out a long breath of murky air and downed the red wine in his glass in one gulp.

The gloom in his heart was swept away.

Replaced by that kind of high-and-mighty composure and arrogance.

"It's fine if he's dead."

Zhao Ze sneered and casually threw the empty wine glass onto the expensive carpet.

"A stubborn wretch who refuses a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit."

"He didn't want the one million I offered, insisting on paying with his life."

"This is the tragedy of bottom-tier commoners; they never recognize their own status."

Zhao Ze stood up and walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window.

Overlooking the bustling Jiangcheng city at the foot of the mountain.

Sunlight shone on his face, revealing his arrogant pride.

"Alright, let's not worry about that dead man anymore."

Zhao Ze turned around, spread his arms, and let the butler and bodyguards step forward to help him change into a custom-made martial arts suit.

"Tell the kitchen to stew that meat from the Tier 1 Saber-Toothed Tiger that just arrived."

"I want to adjust my Qi-blood state to its absolute Peak."

In Zhao Ze's eyes, infinite ambition for the future flickered.

"Just focus on preparing for the college entrance exam."

"In the exam hall two days from now."

"I, Zhao Ze, shall shine brightly!"

Two days later.

Early morning.

Sunlight pierced through the thin mist of the old city district, spilling onto the cramped streets.

Su Yu stood in front of a broken mirror in the bathroom and washed his face with cold water.

Water droplets slid down his sharp, angular cheeks.

The person in the mirror had calm eyes, as deep and still as a pool of stagnant water.

Three days passed in a flash.

During these three days, he did not use the System to spend money again.

Nor did he go out again to test his terrifying Martial Master strength.

He just stayed in his rented room like the most ordinary high school senior, flipping through his liberal arts review materials from beginning to end.

His eidetic memory allowed him to engrave all the knowledge points into his mind.

For the remaining time, he was doing one thing.

Adapting.

Adapting to the Breath Concealment Technique that he had pushed to the extreme.

Now, the Qi-blood lock in his body was perfectly closed.

His 1000 points of Martial Master Qi-blood were firmly suppressed deep within his bone marrow.

What was displayed externally was only that 9.8, not a bit more or less.

Su Yu casually pulled over a towel to dry his face.

He changed into a clean, washed-out short-sleeved shirt and put on a pair of loose sweatpants.

Fresh.

Neat.

He didn't bring any extra items; he didn't even take a backpack.

He pushed the door open.

Went downstairs.

Today was the day of the martial arts college entrance exam.

The entire Jiangcheng seemed to awaken at this moment, falling into a state of frenzied boiling.

Red banners were hung all along both sides of the street.

"May the Dao of Martial Arts flourish, and the Human Race last forever!"

"Wishing the students of Jiangcheng great martial fortune!"

The usually congested motor vehicle lanes were under full traffic control today.

Every fifty meters, there stood a fully armed City Defense Army soldier maintaining order.

The martial arts college entrance exam was the most sacred and inviolable iron law of the Great Xia Kingdom.

Anyone who dared to cause trouble today would be killed on the spot, with no leniency.

Su Yu, with his hands in his pockets, walked along the sidewalk toward the exam hall at a leisurely pace.

Jiangcheng No. 1 Martial Arts High School.

This was the largest exam center in Jiangcheng, and also the exam hall with the most complete facilities.

When Su Yu arrived at the perimeter of the exam center, it was already packed with people.

Parents, candidates, and media reporters packed the wide square so tightly that not even water could pass through.

The air was filled with a mixture of tension, excitement, and anxiety.

Some people were frantically taking deep breaths on the spot.

Some were drinking expensive Qi-blood replenishment liquid under their parents' instructions.

Others were so nervous that their faces turned pale and their legs were trembling.

Su Yu stood on the periphery of the crowd, quietly watching this scene.

Without a ripple.

He was like an observer drifting outside the world.

"Su Yu!"

A crisp voice suddenly pierced through the noisy crowd.

Su Yu tilted his head slightly.

Not far away, beside a black bulletproof SUV, Lin Xiaoxiao was waving vigorously at him.

Today, she was wearing a form-fitting black martial arts suit, which outlined her tall and well-proportioned figure perfectly.