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Chapter 199 - 155: Feeling Down Today, Charcoal-Grilled Scum!_3

Chapter 199: Chapter 155: Feeling Down Today, Charcoal-Grilled Scum!_3

Schools used to suppress related news.

And some of the victims’ parents would directly use bullets to tell those little beasts what they should and should not do in their next lives.

To some extent, firearms gave those victims the confidence to seek justice.

...

As a good citizen who’d rather sell his body than mess around, Brian didn’t hesitate to report all the chat rooms he could find to the cybercrime division.

After he was done,

he kept his achievements and fame hidden, picked up the phone he had brought specifically for this purpose, and went to the rooftop, based on the phone number for Angel he had seen in the chat room. He dialed the number.

After the phone connected, there was no response from the other side.

Brian changed his voice to sound relatively older: "Hello, this is the Urban Legend Club. May I speak to Miss Angel?"

"Urban Legend Club?"

A crisp female voice finally spoke: "Alright, it’s finally not those idiots harassing me. Otherwise, I was considering changing my number. What can I do for you?"

"It’s like this, a young client commissioned a sketch for you. It’s ready, but I haven’t been able to reach him. Oh, his name is Hillard. Do you know him?"

"Hillard?" Angel paused for a long time, then said uncertainly, "Yes, I think I know him. He was my classmate, an inconspicuous bookworm. However, I think he dropped out due to illness. Are you saying he commissioned a painting for me?"

Listening to her uncertain tone, Brian shook his head: "Yes, a painting, with his declaration of love on it. Hillard is quite shy and has had a crush on you. If..."

"No, no, no, I don’t need it!"

Angel reacted strongly: "Don’t send that damn painting to the school; it would embarrass me. Tell Hillard to stay the hell away from me. I wouldn’t have anything to do with him even if he were a dog. That’s it, don’t call me again. I could never accept the affection of a nerd; it’s so low!"

Beep, beep, beep~

The line went dead.

Brian felt warmth surge through him as he realized that the young boy Hillard’s obsession had been fulfilled.

He pulled out a sketch he had drawn himself, lit it with a lighter, and tossed it into a small iron bucket for cigarette butts.

As he watched the sketch burn,

Brian said to the air: "Hillard, buddy, although the outcome wasn’t great, an unrequited love is like that. At least, in your heart, that Angel herself isn’t worth the tip of your toe’s infatuation. Rest in peace and be braver in your next life..."

Truth be told,

he slightly regretted reporting those chat rooms.

Rejection is normal.

But from Angel’s reaction, it was clear that she wasn’t anything special either.

Some people just need to be educated by society!

...

Feeling a bit upset,

Brian, after finishing his workday, dropped Shi San off at her apartment and then went to the temporary detention center.

He still had an obsession unfulfilled: to burn Mrs. Gilman, the bitch who killed my mother!

This obsession was left by the guy who used Brian’s identity—Doli—in the previous case of the woman’s body found in the tree.

Mrs. Gilman was the mother of the victim in the tree case.

This woman had a malicious heart, envious of her own daughter. She repeatedly pushed her daughter, craving fatherly love, into the Abyss, eventually leading to the poor child’s dramatic death.

Truth be told, even without the "Gift," Brian would have been willing to fulfill this obsession.

It just wasn’t convenient before.

But now he was at liberty to do so.

Feeling in a foul mood today, time to char some human trash!