Chapter Eighteen: Too Violent

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So, you mean that as her own brother, he led his subordinates to relentlessly chase and besiege his own sister, and during the ambush, he personally opened fire and riddled her body with bullets? That’s how close they are?
“Really… really?”
“Really,” Jiang Si muttered irritably.
“The world of violence truly is brutal,” Zheng Fan couldn’t help but sigh. This is sibling affection in a violent world, huh.
After his sigh, he cautiously probed, “So, should I kill him?”
“Kill him!” Jiang Si said without hesitation.
Brotherly love indeed.
But just after saying that, Jiang Si hesitated again: “Uh, wait, forget it. I want to do it myself.”
That’s genuine sibling loyalty.
Just as Jiang Hui was about to say something, Zheng Fan spoke through Jiang Si’s body: “I’m in a good mood. Your sister said to spare your head for her, and I agreed. You can leave now.”
Jiang Hui was stunned: “What?”
“Are you deaf?”
Hearing that, Jiang Hui furrowed his brows, his mind racing. Without hesitation, he waved his hand: “Retreat.”
The vigilant Zoo members around showed no objection and disappeared swiftly.
Jiang Hui slowly retreated, putting distance between them. “If you’re not lying… though it’s pointless for an illusion that’s taken over a body to lie, I’ll believe you. Little sister, I’ll trouble you to take care of her.”
A black luxury car drove by, and he got in. Once the door closed, the dust stirred as the car sped away.
Zheng Fan stood by the roadside, watching the vehicle disappear around the street corner, and after a moment of silence said, “Could it be… he really is a good brother?”
“Our family’s relationship has always been good. Brother Hui really takes care of me,” Jiang Si replied.
“But before, he riddled you with bullets…”
“Isn’t it normal for a brother to beat his mischievous little sister who occasionally causes trouble outside into a sieve and bring her home?”
“...Then why did you want to kill him?”
“When we were kids, our own parents almost killed us—that’s family love for you. Now that we’re grown, it’s the same between us. If someone truly dies, then they don’t deserve familial love.”
“...”
Zheng Fan felt he wasn’t wild enough. After all, he came from a normal world and was just a bit scatterbrained.
But the Jiang family operated on a completely different set of common sense and logic.
The violent world really is cruelly violent.
After a visit here, Zheng Fan felt he was truly outdated.
Well, he might as well stroll the streets, fish, and take down a few unpleasant people to ease his mood.
Because of the Jiang siblings’ chaos, Zheng Fan couldn’t enjoy his new body for long—the violent episode of the thirtieth was about to end.

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When the clock’s hands reached twelve again, the surrounding red glow vanished in the blink of an eye.
Zheng Fan, standing atop a tall building in Jiang Si’s body, looked down at the chaotic streets of Xixike Street. As the red glow disappeared, so did the turmoil.
Many violent residents vanished as if evaporated into thin air.
The night breeze blew gently as he quietly admired the nightscape of Xixike Street.
In truth, the end of the nonexistent thirtieth didn’t mean everything was over.
The violent residents left as the overlapping worlds ended, but many in the city seized this opportunity to profit from the violent world. The metropolis was far from calming down.
But that didn’t matter.
The metropolis was used to it.
About six hours remained until dawn.
By daybreak, most of the noise would be thoroughly subdued, and the sensible knew when to stop. After a normal sleep, the night’s events would be as if they never happened.
The last day of May continued as usual.
“Ah, I think I let you stay in the real world?” Zheng Fan realized after admiring the scene.
Jiang Si said, “It doesn’t matter. I planned to come here anyway. Since I ran away from home, Brother Hui has been dragging his gang looking for me every day. It’s annoying. I don’t plan to go back recently.”
She seemed quite rebellious.
But thinking about how her brother sought her return, Zheng Fan couldn’t bring himself to adopt a fatherly lecturing tone.
The Jiang family’s influence was vast.
The violent world didn’t mean pure chaos. Though chaotic indeed, as the saying goes, wherever there are people, there’s a world of conflict.
Just like the metropolis had many gangs, the violent world was anarchic, with gangs and families replacing government roles, constantly fighting for control.
Those were the real major gangs. Many metropolis gangs even looked up to violent world gangs as models.
Of course, there seemed to be communication channels between the two sides. Many major gangs in the metropolis were connected to those in the violent world.
The Jiang Society.
That was the name of their faction—one of the well-known major gangs in the violent world. Though its ties to the metropolis were lukewarm, and the family generally looked down on the metropolis.
Their emblem was a multi-branched ginger root; many mistook it for tree branches, trying to guess its meaning, but it was simply ginger. It was something Jiang Si’s father came up with on a whim.
The Zoo was the faction Jiang Hui, Jiang Si’s brother, personally built. Outwardly, it was an independent elite gang, but it was actually a branch under the Jiang Society.
Jiang Hui was the second eldest of the current generation. Jiang Si had an eldest sister, then an older second brother as third, a fifth brother, and a youngest sister as sixth. Jiang Si herself was fourth.
The family was flourishing, each with their own story.
Only Jiang Si had left home years ago, refusing to work hard, instead wandering about killing and causing trouble, often ending up seriously injured.
Jiang Hui, as the eldest brother, cared most and thus ordered his men to pursue her and beat her half to death to drag her home. If she died, at least peace of mind would follow.
“So you’re actually a gangster’s daughter?” Zheng Fan asked.
“Something like that,” Jiang Si said indifferently.

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In the violent world, influence didn’t carry as much weight as it did in reality. Even the smallest gang dared to provoke the big ones over trivial matters.
Though they’d be suppressed eventually, it showed that the violent world didn’t care much about background—if someone deserved to be cut down, they would be.
Survival of the fittest was the bottom line in this blood-red world.
“It’s almost dawn. I should go. Do you have a place to stay?” Zheng Fan, having gained a lot tonight, asked.
“Yes. This isn’t my first time here. And as long as I kill, I survive. It’s easy to keep a killer alive,” Jiang Si said flatly, her words chilling.
“That’s good. Contact me if you need anything, or if I miss you, I’ll come find you.” Seeing this, Zheng Fan decided not to let her stay temporarily at the agency.
The binary little sister had a lot going on. Not to mention Xixike Street, even competition on Xiding Road hadn’t been resolved. Having a killer from the violent world staying might invite unnecessary trouble.
Though Zheng Fan could be willful—after all, he was the master—his strong empathy kept him from being reckless.
No illusion loved others more than he did.
If there were any illusions, he’d kill them.
As an illusion deeply bound to a human, parting wasn’t a worry. It was like leaving a spatial marker—he could teleport instantly to the bound person, even sense their emotions vaguely from afar.
However, if the target was in the White World, he couldn’t teleport there.
He had tried when first meeting Lin Yilin. She lived in a newly purchased house in a school district, part of the White Peace World.
His black illusion couldn’t easily cross over.
With this in mind, Zheng Fan detached from Jiang Si’s body.
The shadow merged back into one, tear streaks vanished from the face, and the eyes returned to a seemingly vacant black.
Jiang Si raised her hand, confirming control of her body was restored.
She really hadn’t been completely overtaken, hadn’t lost herself...
“You can be as grateful as you like. Master Zheng Fan will be more than satisfied,” Zheng Fan said flamboyantly, spreading his arms.
Jiang Si turned to look at Zheng Fan, staring blankly for a long while before bowing deeply.
“Heartfelt thanks to you, Mr. Demon.”
“...You’re serious? I’m more used to some sarcastic remarks at this point,” Master Zheng Fan disliked sudden sincerity.
Because it made things complicated.
“Heh, you’re so naggy. Is that a demon’s habit too?” Jiang Si laughed out loud, then stood up, her expression turning mischievous.
“Forget it, you should just bow sincerely. No wonder your brother likes to pierce holes in you.”
“That’s hilarious. I should go now. I won’t be stingy about calling you if I need anything, Mr. Demon.” Jiang Si exhaled, visibly more relaxed, and bounced toward the stairwell.
“After all, I’ve sold myself to you entirely. You’ve gotta find a way to really make me worth it~.”