You call this a healer?

Chapter 22 The Poet, the Werewolf, and the Actor

Since the school couldn't open at night, Zhou Ming had no choice but to jump out from a secluded corner of the wall.

A pale red moon hung in the sky, casting an unnatural pink hue over the world. It was already late at night, and the streets were nearly deserted.

Two hopeless drunkards were sitting on a street corner, humming old-fashioned songs that sounded awful.

A female actor who had just finished work was hurrying along, removing her makeup in front of a small mirror.

Zhou Ming glanced around and strode towards "Red Romance".

At this moment, a dialog box bubble suddenly appeared:

Your grandmother and mother are suffering, it's absolutely true.

His eyelids twitched, a statement that was a sarcastic hint that his grandmother and mother were probably alright.

Actually, when he received the call, he had a general idea that something was wrong. Even if his grandmother and mother had really had an accident, their friends would have reported it to the Jingwu Division for help. What use would it be to call a student like him? And who gave her the number? His grandmother and mother were worried about him and would never give out their contact information to others without his knowledge. At most, they would notify him afterward.

However, he was hesitant to gamble on the condition of his only two relatives; he had to come and see for himself.

Who is behind this mess and setting a trap?

The Chen family or the Su family?

What level of experts will they send?

Logically, they wouldn't deploy anyone above level three, since it's within the base city. Deploying anyone above level three would be too much of a commotion, and if the State Council investigates thoroughly, they certainly wouldn't be able to escape.

As long as it doesn't exceed level three, I have a good chance of success!

Thinking of this, he glanced behind him out of the corner of his eye, then suddenly turned around and disappeared into a dark alley.

A moment later, the two drunkards who were singing suddenly staggered closer, while the actor moved lightly and, with a few leaps, climbed onto the top of the wall.

Then, the three of them spotted Zhou Ming waiting leisurely in the alley, his face radiating a chilling sharpness and murderous intent.

The two drunkards were stunned for a moment, and the drunkenness on their faces vanished completely.

One of them grinned and said, "That's interesting!"

Its body was slightly hunched, its clothes torn at the back, revealing a tattered, hairy back. Its face was twisted into a wolf's face, with two sharp fangs growing out of its mouth and blood-red eyes. With a roar, it charged forward, climbing up the tall alley wall, its aura terrifying.

Another "drunkard" laughed loudly, picked up the wine jug, took a sip, and hummed softly to the moon: "Have you not seen the Yellow River's waters come from the sky..."

As he recited the poem, the "drunkard's" aura instantly rose to a level approaching two levels.

Meanwhile, the female actor on the wall, with a bloodthirsty smile curving her lips, suddenly put on a clown mask, exuding a chilling aura, and in a flash, changed positions five times.

Zhou Ming silently observed the movement trajectory and position of the three people, calculating in his mind,

A first-class "poet"!

Level 1 "Howling Moon Werewolf"!

A second-level "actor"!

That's quite a grand gesture.

A gray mist, reminiscent of a "godslayer," emanated from his body, transforming him into an evil, tyrannical, and terrifying figure. With a single step, he moved with lightning speed, his form almost impossible to detect with the naked eye.

He brushed past the "Howling Moon Werewolf" in a flash, and he clearly saw a hint of astonishment and disbelief in the "Howling Moon Werewolf's" eyes.

Immediately, he joined his two right fingers together, which were as hard as black iron, and stabbed them forcefully. The "Howling Moon Werewolf's" strong, ferocious body and violent attacks seemed to have become paper.

Two fingers first pierced the "Claws" of the "Howling Moon Werewolf," then poked his forehead, from which white and red fluids gushed out.

In the blink of an eye, we were back before the "poet".

The "poet" was completely taken aback by this scene and was utterly dumbfounded.

"Bang!"

Zhou Ming's two fingers turned into a fist, and with one punch, the "poet's" head became like a rotten persimmon, with blood splattering half a foot high.

"Bang! Bang!"

With two muffled thuds, the corpses of "Howling Moon Werewolf" and "Poet" finally fell to the ground together.

He killed two Level 1 Order members in just three seconds.

Ignoring the two corpses, Zhou Ming used a strange maneuver to turn around, and with both hands in fists, struck the female "actress" who was clinging to him like a leech.

The "actress" wore a mask, obscuring her expression, but her body trembled slightly, clearly indicating that she was not at peace. Then, she unleashed a series of sonic booms with her palms in a circular Tai Chi pattern, each palm capable of splitting mountains and shattering rocks, heading straight for Zhou Ming's face.

The palm and fist meet.

"Clap clap clap..."

Connect five times.

The "actress" screamed and flew backward, landing on the ground. She staggered back four steps before regaining her balance and slowly lowering her head. Her hands had been shattered, leaving only her broken wrists, which looked like two half-eaten, blood-stained sugarcane pieces.

She struggled to lift her head, murmuring, "Monster, monster..."

After saying that, he twisted his body 180 degrees and, like a gecko, fled along the top of the wall into the distance.

Too bad it's too late!

A sharp whooshing sound came from behind, and a huge claw shadow came crashing down.

"Click..."

Half of her body was crushed, and she fell to the ground, unable to move. However, her breathing was heavy, and the will to survive drove her to move forward little by little with her only remaining severed hand.

Suddenly, a series of urgent footsteps sounded behind me.

She gave a bitter laugh and stopped running; she couldn't escape now.

Zhou Ming walked to her side, squatted down, and removed her mask, revealing a delicate face that looked to be under thirty, with a trace of heavy theatrical makeup still on the tip of her nose: "Who sent you?"

The woman's face was deathly pale: "I won't talk, but I won't survive even if I do! The intelligence was wrong. You're not a Level Two Healer at all; you're a devil! You've been hiding your profession; you're a demon!"

Zhou Ming's voice was somber: "Your employer gave you false information, which cost you your life. He should at least pay the price. Why cover for him? What do you say?"

A glint appeared in the woman's eyes: "You're right. I have two poor, crying babies. Their employer caused them to lose their mother at a young age, and they should pay the price. We are employees of Chen Yuanjing of the Chen family in the inner city."

He offered a generous reward, saying that his nephew, Chen Guiqi, had been injured at school and was still bedridden. His elderly mother, heartbroken for her grandson, had refused to eat or drink and had been crying for days. He couldn't swallow this injustice.

Zhou Ming nodded: "So, you impersonated my grandmother's friend, Sun Hong, to lure me out?"

"No, no, we've been guarding the area around Baijiang College 24 hours a day. We don't know Sun Hong!"

The woman's voice was weak, her blank expression frozen on her face, and she died.

Zhou Ming's heart sank slightly. Was there another trick up his sleeve?

He stood up, tossed the three corpses together, stretched out his right hand, and absorbed them!

A few minutes later, they disposed of the body, left the alley, and headed straight for a distance.

Ahead lies "Red Romance," its neon lights flashing and its energetic dance music carrying far and wide.

This is an entertainment venue that combines drinking, singing, dancing, killing time, and seeking romantic encounters. It has a strong old-fashioned feel and is a paradise for ordinary workers, singles, and some "freelance" people.

Business hours are from 5 p.m. until 5 a.m. the next day.

Grandma Zhou Lingling was one of the top performers at "Red Romance," where she worked from the age of sixteen until she is now 48.

Zhou Ming paused in front of the gate. He now had two choices: go home and visit, or enter "Red Romance." However, at this moment, his grandmother must be working inside.

With that thought in mind, I stepped through the gate.

Inside, the noise was deafening, and hundreds of people were dancing wildly under the glaring lights. But you could easily spot Grandma Zhou Lingling in a booth next door, her expression exaggerated as she drank with others.

She was unharmed, smiling radiantly, and was pouring a glass of wine into an old man's mouth. The old man laughed heartily, "Lingling, for so many years, I've admired this spirit of yours. I'll drink it, I'll drink it, okay?"

Zhou Ming frowned and strode towards Zhou Lingling.

Grandma, with her sharp eyes, spotted him immediately. Her expression changed, and she quickly greeted the guests before coming over, scolding, "You brat, instead of studying and cultivating, you're running around playing in Honglangmang! Do you believe I'll beat you up?"

Zhou Ming asked calmly, "Where's my mom?"

Grandma frowned: "She's sleeping at home. She works the day shift. I just called her and asked her to heat up my breakfast!"

Zhou Ming then asked, "Who is Sun Hong?"

Grandma pointed blankly to a woman not far away, a middle-aged woman drinking with guests and applying glamorous makeup. This woman showed no trace of the person who had just called him for help: "What do you mean? You've taken a fancy to your Grandma Sun Hong? That won't do! She's only three years younger than me!"

"You're overthinking it, I was just asking!"

Zhou Ming forced a smile. "Grandma, get off work early. I'm going back to school!"

After saying that, she turned around and walked back, ignoring her grandmother's surprised look.

Just as they reached the gate, someone blocked their way: "Young Master, I've come to take you home!"