Chapter 8

Not far from the electronics market is a bustling commercial street. Luo Chong stood on the pedestrian overpass, looking down at the dense crowd below, and of course, he was also observing their life fields with his True Sight.

Most people had a white field with a hint of gray, indicating that they had both good and a bit of evil in their hearts. This was the most normal type of ordinary person, or in general terms: good people.

For a few whose life fields had completely turned light gray, Luo Chong categorized them as: Level 1 Evil.

Those whose life fields had turned medium gray were categorized as Level 2 Evil;

Deep gray was Level 3 Evil;

Gray-black was Level 4 Evil;

And the even rarer pure black was the super evil in the human world: Level 5 Evil!

Luo Chong observed for half an hour on the overpass and only saw three pure black evil people in the dense crowd. Of course, their blackness was far from comparable to his own.

As the son of a demon, he was the deepest and most intense super black!

However, there was an even rarer type of person, those with a light golden life field, as Bubble had mentioned.

A light golden life field was not something one could obtain just by doing good deeds. One had to have a truly kind and pure heart while doing good deeds, not for any ulterior motive, but naturally and almost selflessly.

Anyway, Luo Chong hadn't seen a single one yet.

This was the True Sight, which could clearly see a person's inner qualities.

Of course, Luo Chong didn't expect to see many light golden souls on the street. Perhaps, as his devil father had said, a normal person's heart should have kindness, selfishness, desire, ambition, and can also have anger, resentment, jealousy, hatred, and indifference... Only then would life be real, and such a person could establish ideals, pursue goals, and find their own happiness and joy in life.

"Very interesting!"

Standing there for a full hour, Luo Chong suddenly felt as if he had grown up a lot and matured a lot, simply because he was observing life from another level and another height.

Luo Chong was about to leave when Bubble emerged from the Demon Eye, hovering in front of him, and asked cheerfully, "Little Master, where is the first target you mentioned?"

"Why did you come out? Aren't you afraid someone might see you?" Luo Chong asked in a low voice, feeling nervous.

"Don't worry, they can't see me."

Bubble lightly tapped the overpass railing with her white, tender feet and pointed at the crowd below with her delicate pitchfork. "Look, so many souls."

"Even if ordinary people can't see you, what if someone special can? That would just cause me trouble."

Luo Chong took out his phone, pretending to make a call so that the passersby wouldn't see him talking to himself, like a lunatic.

Especially in this land of China, where there are many hidden dragons and tigers, it's hard to say that there aren't any extraordinary people who could see a little demon like Bubble. If they came over to exorcise demons, that would be disastrous.

So, Luo Chong urged Bubble again, "Go back quickly! From now on, don't show yourself without my permission."

"Okay, okay."

Bubble reluctantly disappeared and said in Luo Chong's mind, "Little Master, when I'm not out, you don't need to talk to yourself like that. Just think of talking to your own eyes, and I can hear your thoughts."

"Is that so?"

Luo Chong tried asking in his mind.

"Yes, but you don't need to be so forceful, as if you're trying to be fierce," Bubble giggled.

Luo Chong also laughed and said in his mind, "My first target is named 'Zhao Hong,' male, around forty years old. For now, I don't know where he is."

Bubble asked curiously, "I thought you would choose that guy named Wang Haoqiang as your first target."

"I'm not in a hurry to deal with Wang Haoqiang."

Luo Chong sneered in his mind. For this former classmate, letting him die easily would be too lenient: "I plan to take my time with him, make him lose everything, fall into complete despair, and then send his soul to hell. This is a personal grudge, so I need to handle it specially, understand?"

"Alright then."

Bubble asked again, "So, what about the Zhao Hong you mentioned earlier?"

"That guy used to be a department manager at my mother's workplace, but later, I heard he quit and started his own business as a boss."

Luo Chong explained in his mind, "I remember clearly that four years ago, one day, that guy came to our house as a guest, saying he had work matters to discuss with my mother. But after sitting for a while, he started to touch my mother inappropriately. My mother slapped him, and then I chased him out of the house with a kitchen knife. That day, if my mother hadn't held me back, I would have chopped him up!"

Back then, although Luo Chong was only fourteen, he was already quite good at fighting and no one dared to bully him at school. With a kitchen knife in hand, he could have seriously injured the fat Zhao Hong. Now he realized that the demon bloodline in his body had a certain influence on his human form, and he had always been stronger than his peers.

"Actually, if Zhao Hong were a decent person and genuinely pursued my mother, I could have accepted it. After all, I didn't want to see my mother remain a widow at such a young age."

When Luo Chong said this, Bubble stuck out her tongue in the spirit space of the Demon Eye: Who would dare touch the Demon Lord's woman? Touching her would mean death! The Demon Lord must have placed some kind of curse on her...

Luo Chong continued, "But my mother said that guy had a bad reputation at work. He had been fined by the police for soliciting prostitutes and was married. He also had a mistress, and his wife once caused a scene at his workplace. In front of many colleagues, he even beat his wife severely."

"Imagine, this guy must have often harassed my mother at work. I've wanted to deal with him for a long time, but I always worried that if I caused a big trouble, my mother would be left alone in this empty house, and her life would be even harder."

"Understood!" Bubble replied loudly, "In that case, we can't let him off."

"Yes."

Luo Chong nodded in his mind, "The first step is to find him, but that shouldn't be too difficult..."

Then he took out his phone and called his mother's workplace, asking to be transferred to the business department. When he connected, he said he was looking for Manager Zhao Hong.

The other party replied that Zhao Hong had long resigned and no longer worked there.

Luo Chong said he had very important matters to discuss with Zhao Hong and asked for his phone number.

The other party readily provided a phone number but noted that after four years, it was uncertain whether Zhao Hong was still using it.

Luo Chong wrote down the number, thinking that generally, if there were no special circumstances like avoiding debt, a businessman who values social connections would not casually change their phone number.

Frequently changing phone numbers not only makes it difficult for friends to contact each other but also makes others feel that the person is unreliable and risky to work with...

Then, Luo Chong went to a nearby mobile phone store and bought a cheap phone and an unregistered SIM card. He used this new number to call Zhao Hong's phone.

"Hello."

A low male voice came from the receiver. Luo Chong felt it was likely Zhao Hong, but after four years, he wasn't very familiar with his voice, so he asked, "Is this Manager Zhao? I'm an old customer of your Huafeng company. Could you please give me the phone number of your HR department? I lost my contact list."

Huafeng Company was where Luo Chong's mother worked.

"Huafeng?"

The person on the phone indeed didn't deny being surnamed Zhao but replied, "I haven't worked at Huafeng for a long time. Ask someone else."

Beep beep beep...

He hung up directly, and the tone clearly showed his impatience. As a former business manager, he was so cold to an old customer, showing no human touch.

"Small things can reveal a person's character."

Luo Chong thought that if he were in the same situation, no matter the reason for leaving his former job, he wouldn't be so cold to someone who called for help, someone he might have dealt with before.

No matter, confirming that this phone number was still his was enough. With cell phone tracking technology, it would be easy to find him.

Of course, he would need to find a professional. Luo Chong's current abilities were not enough.

A quick online search easily found some companies in the city that specialized in this service, or private detective agencies. There would definitely be scammers, but Luo Chong specifically looked for those with contact numbers and the option for a face-to-face meeting.

Such companies were less likely to be scams, and even if they were, it wouldn't be a problem. Scam me? Great, you'll be my next target!

He randomly chose an internet cafe and found a company with a contact number, which was just a mobile phone number, likely unregistered.

He called and got through smoothly. The person on the other end seemed young but had a non-local accent. The conversation was smooth, and everything was fine. The price ranged from 500 to 2000, depending on the level of service.

They could meet in person.

Luo Chong set a meeting place, and the other party said he would wait at a certain intersection on Dunhua Road in half an hour.

This kind of business was somewhat shady, and the other party was cautious about not revealing their company's address, which was understandable.

Luo Chong immediately took a taxi to the meeting place. After a short wait, his newly bought second phone rang, and a lean young man with a phone in hand walked over and asked, "Are you the one who called earlier?"

He wore glasses and looked refined, but Bubble immediately revealed, "Little Master, his glasses are just for show; he's not nearsighted."

"Um." Luo Chong understood. The other party was trying to appear weak and give a good impression to the client, which was understandable.

After confirming their identities, the glasses-wearing man said, "Follow me."

Luo Chong nodded and followed him into a nearby alley. As soon as they entered, his alertness rose, and he immediately asked, "Is your company here?"

"Yes."

The glasses-wearing man turned and smiled, "Our kind of company is afraid of police checks, so we need to change locations frequently. We need to be discreet, and the rent has to be cheap to make a profit."

It sounded reasonable, but Luo Chong was still prepared for something...

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