Chapter 3: Proving the Audience Wrong

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Yeh Sangsang rolled down the car window halfway, extending her hand to toss away the cigarette butt, feeling the icy sting of the rain as she said, “This rain hasn’t been this heavy in years, has it?”

Wang Shun glanced at the driver, his voice calm as he replied, “Yes, it’s been many years since such heavy rain last fell.”

Outside the window, streetlights gradually thinned out, and vehicles became sparse.

In 2004, Jiangcheng still had many undeveloped areas.

The city’s road infrastructure was nowhere near as advanced as it would be decades later. Yeh Sangsang looked at the accumulating water on the road but her mind was elsewhere.

“Driver, you look somewhat familiar…” Wang Shun hesitated before speaking.

Yeh Sangsang’s eyes flickered, but she didn’t answer.

There were about ten minutes left before reaching Tianjiaba. Wang Shun took the initiative to start a conversation and offered Yeh Sangsang a cigarette.

She smiled slightly, grasping for conversation, and returned to the earlier topic. “Maybe you’ve driven me before, so I look familiar? Brother, from Tianjiaba, I actually know two guys who also drive taxis there. We often hang out together.”

Wang Shun let out an “oh,” a playful smile tugging at his lips.

He seemed to enjoy chatting with his prey before the kill, beginning to share some of his own stories.

Wang Shun did live in Tianjiaba, but he had moved there later.

Previously, he lived in Licheng, but after some incident, he came to Jiangcheng.

Yeh Sangsang looked surprised and said she was also from Licheng, curious about which part Wang Shun was from.

They exchanged phrases back and forth.

[Honestly, Yeh Sangsang, this won’t do. At this moment, you should be thinking about how to fight back.]

[We’re almost at Tianjiaba. Say less and gather your courage!]

[All this chit-chat is boring to watch.]

The barrage of comments ignited a fresh wave of mockery. Some viewers, finding the conversation and driving scenes dull, left the livestream.

Yet the conversation continued.

“You’re from Licheng too? What a coincidence,” Wang Shun said curiously, his eyes devoid of suspicion.

Mainly because Yeh Sangsang was just a random person hailed from the roadside, and to an experienced criminal like him, this was a routine crime.

Moreover, he was physically strong; there was no way she could escape his grasp.

He was happy to chat, talking about all kinds of things.

The topic gradually shifted toward death and murder. Yeh Sangsang spoke frankly about the scenes of death she had witnessed. After the crackdown in the early 2000s, some gangs started to emerge, and such experiences were all too common.

Wang Shun followed her lead, mentioning a few cases he had heard of, though only from hearsay.

Casual chat was the easiest way to let one’s guard down. Wang Shun even spoke of details.

Yeh Sangsang listened quietly, her mind recalling the facts about the driver.

The driver, aged thirty-four, showed a somewhat weathered face, named Sun Bin.

What remained were the murder methods, the tools used to kill Wang Shun, the location, and the possible struggles.

To complete the mission perfectly meant replicating the murder method exactly, ensuring no one knew he was the perpetrator, and that the police would never find him.

From the photo, Sun Bin killed Wang Shun by using a prepared hammer: he knocked him unconscious and then furiously smashed his skull until the face was unrecognizable. After cleaning the scene, he dumped the body in an abandoned greenbelt in Tianjiaba before driving away.

Achieving such a level was somewhat difficult for her.

Yeh Sangsang thought of the photo she had just seen and glanced through the rearview mirror at the seemingly simple man, but with her peripheral vision through the window, she judged their current location.

Multitasking, she slightly tilted her head and replied, “Brother, you’ve seen so much. I only have a rough idea about those cases. You look like someone who handles big business to know so much.”

“What I do for a living you couldn’t handle,” Wang Shun said meaningfully.

Yeh Sangsang continued driving, saying, “I’m very tough and brave. Brother, how about taking me under your wing? I swear I’d follow you loyally.”

“I’ve killed people!”

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The instant those five words left his mouth, the atmosphere inside the taxi shifted sharply.

Wang Shun’s hand slowly slipped into his coat, his cold and dangerous gaze fixed on the person in front of him, ready at any moment to swiftly slit her throat.

Sensing the change in mood, Yeh Sangsang hurriedly said, “I know, brother, you’re no ordinary man. I just want to stick with you to make a living.”

Her tone was sincere, as if genuinely hoping to join Wang Shun’s crew.

“Aren’t you afraid I’ll kill you?” Wang Shun asked darkly.

Yeh Sangsang quickly expressed her loyalty, “I admire you greatly. Besides, you see I have no money—I really want to work with you on something big!”

[??? Infiltrating a gang?]

[Is she planning to kill him in turn? But what’s the benefit of infiltrating? It’s not easy to get a good ending that way.]

[Maybe she’s just pleading for mercy; I’ve said before, people like this are usually timid.]

The chat room buzzed with heated discussion.

Wang Shun realized the other person truly knew he wasn’t a good man and wanted to join him to “do big things.”

Things were starting to slip out of his control, but after months of working alone, he did want a partner.

Having a car made some things easier.

His eyes darted as he considered whether to accept her offer.

“I’ve killed before—a little girl, very pretty. When I killed her, she was clutching my pants begging me... The police are still after me, or else I wouldn’t have come to Jiangcheng to make a living,” Yeh Sangsang’s tone grew reflective, her eyes burning with intense craving, her body trembling slightly with excitement.

A shadow of a deep, eerie smile crossed her face, making anyone who saw it shudder involuntarily.

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