Quick Travel to the Clouds

Chapter 750 Challenge Dungeon 6

Yun Chu, who had successfully checked in, had returned to her cramped temporary rental room, locked the door, and drawn the curtains.

She sat on the edge of the bed, her consciousness immersed in the visual sharing with the Fire Iron Flying Ants. Xia Wanqi, playing the role of Commander Xia, had already locked onto his position.

She hadn't forgotten her system mission: to beat up the male lead six times.

I don't know if fighting in a dungeon counts. If it doesn't, then I'll have to wait until I leave the dungeon and go back to the real world to fight.

Yun Chu rested for a few hours.

After 19 p.m., Yun Chu, with an invisibility talisman attached, stood silently in the shadows of the alley opposite Xia Wanqi's apartment building, like an invisible shadow.

This is a typical area where "drifters" gather. The buildings are old, the wires are messy, and the air is filled with the stuffy smell of overnight garbage mixed with damp cement.

Through the vision of the Fire Iron Flying Ants, she had already figured out Xia Wanqi's daily routine and routes of coming and going.

Although the character "Xia Shuai" he plays is glamorous on stage, his actual living conditions are quite poor, which fits the character of a newly debuted anchor with an unstable income.

He usually leaves home around 19:30 p.m. to go to the "Star Center" for a live broadcast.

Yun Chu was like a sculpture blending into the background, even her breathing was extremely light and slow, only her eyes were fixed on the only entrance and exit of the building through the subtle halo of the talisman.

19 points.

The unit door creaked open.

Xia Wanqi came out.

He looked down at his phone, the screen flashing what appeared to be live stream comments or revenue data, and a smug smile unconsciously crept onto his lips, clearly still savoring the glory and success he had achieved on stage the previous night.

Completely oblivious to the anomaly at the opposite alleyway, he hummed an off-key song and walked with somewhat unsteady steps toward the subway station.

It's now.

Yun Chu moved.

With the invisibility talisman applied, his figure moved as fast as a ghost, his toes lightly touching the damp ground, almost silently gliding across the narrow street.

The timing and angle she chose were extremely tricky; it was precisely the moment when Xia Wanqi's view was temporarily blocked as he passed a row of parked electric bicycles.

She took out a heavy burlap sack from some unknown mission world, which she had smuggled out of her storage space, and unfolded it in her hands, giving off a musty smell of grain.

Xia Wanqi had just walked around the row of electric vehicles when the light in front of him suddenly went out!

Before he could even react, he felt a rough, fishy-smelling cover be placed over his head, instantly drowning out his vision and causing him to scream!

"Who?! Holy crap—!"

The angry curses, muffled inside the sack, turned into muffled sobs.

Yun Chu gave the other party no chance to struggle. She put the sack over her head, tightened the opening, and pulled her down—all in one smooth motion, her movements so clean and efficient as if she had rehearsed them a thousand times.

Xia Wanqi, like a suddenly bound rice dumpling, fell awkwardly onto the cold, rough cement floor, his phone flying out of his hand and the screen shattering in the corner.

"Ah! I'll fuck you...!"

Before the cursing had even finished, a rain of punches and kicks had already fallen.

The fist avoids vital points, but specifically targets the areas most sensitive to pain—the ribs, the outer thigh, the shoulder blade, the arm joint…

The kicks landed heavily on the calves and buttocks, making a loud thud.

"Ouch—! Stop! Do you know who I am?! You dare hit me... Ouch!"

"Damn it! Was this sent by Brother Wang? Ouch... Stop hitting me! Ah!"

"Help! Help... Waaah!"

Xia Wanqi curled up like a shrimp in the sack. At first, he tried to threaten, guess, and call for help, but later all that was left was painful howling and futile rolling.

His face was covered in snot and tears, his expensive hoodie was covered in dust and moss from the corner of the wall, and his carefully styled hair was crumpled into a bird's nest in the burlap sack.

He could feel that each blow avoided causing real serious injury, but the precise beatings, designed to inflict maximum pain, filled him with boundless fear and humiliation.

Who is it? Who is it?!

Yun Chu remained silent, with only the muffled thuds of fists and kicks hitting flesh and Xia Wanqi's wails echoing in the quiet street corner in the early morning.

Several pedestrians were attracted by the faint noise and looked over curiously, but they only saw a bulging sack twisting strangely at the base of the wall. There was no one around, and they couldn't help but feel uneasy, thinking that it was a drunkard or a homeless person who had gone crazy. They quickly walked away.

After about three minutes, the system notification sounded in Yun Chu's mind right on time:

[Valid attack on the male protagonist Xia Wanqi detected. Mission progress: 1/6.]

The purpose is achieved.

Yun Chu immediately stopped, kicked the lump of mud in the sack one last time, then turned around without hesitation, activated another speed talisman, and her figure swept across the street like a wisp of smoke, quickly disappearing into the depths of the intricate alleys as if she had never appeared.

After a short while, the struggles and groans inside the sack gradually subsided.

After a long while, the bag was finally torn open from the inside by a trembling hand with mud stuck in its fingernails.

Xia Wanqi emerged with messy hair, a bruised and swollen face, dark circles under his eyes, cracked and bleeding lips, and a suspicious trickle of saliva at the corner of his mouth.

He slumped to the ground, looking around in bewilderment and fear.

As dawn broke, the alley was deserted, with only the faint sound of traffic coming from afar.

The attackers had vanished without a trace.

"Damn it... what the hell..." he cursed hoarsely, every movement aggravating his injuries, making him grimace in pain.

I tried to stand up, but my legs were so weak I almost fell again.

Touching the shattered phone, the screen was covered in cobwebs and completely black.

With that kind of appearance, I wouldn't even be able to go out today, let alone do a live stream.

He gritted his teeth, pulled out his spare phone, and painstakingly found his agent's number. After dialing, he mumbled a request for leave: "Hello... Brother Wang... I... I fell and my face is swollen, I can't go today... Yes,... What bad luck..."

He eventually limped back to his cramped rented room, locked the door, slid down to the floor with his back against the door, and gasped for breath.

The room was filled with the stench of spoiled takeout containers and a damp, musty smell that even cheap air fresheners couldn't mask.

He couldn't care less about any of that; his mind was filled with shock, doubt, and anger.

Who is it? Who is targeting him? Is it other players in the instance? Or has he offended someone in real life?

That beating was precise and ruthless, yet it deliberately avoided the real vital points, clearly serving more as a warning and humiliation than a killing.

The other party could even get close to him without him noticing, put a sack over his head, and then disappear without a trace... This is definitely not something an ordinary person could do.

He struggled to the bedside, found a bottle of cheap safflower oil, and grimaced as he applied the medicine to his bruised and swollen ribs and arms.

The cold medicinal oil irritated the wound, bringing even sharper pain, but it also helped to focus his chaotic thoughts somewhat.

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At the same time, backstage at the "Starry Center".

Investigator "Silver Fox" is conducting a routine patrol as an assistant to the stage lighting technician.

She is an experienced female gamer who is adept at finding clues in subtle anomalies and interpersonal interactions.

Today's rehearsal list shows that "Xia Shuai," whose popularity is on the rise, is absent without reason, and the reason given is far-fetched.

This in itself is nothing unusual; it's common for small-time streamers to slack off or act like divas.

But when she routinely requested access to one of the three available public surveillance clips of the day, and deliberately filtered the footage from the time period near "Xia Shuai's" residence, a slightly blurry but sufficiently eerie image caught her attention.

In the video, the anchor named "Xia Shuai" suddenly stiffened unnaturally at the edge of a blind spot in the roadside surveillance camera shortly after walking out of an old building. Then... he seemed to be pulled down by an invisible force and disappeared at the base of the wall!

Due to the angle and resolution, it was impossible to see exactly what happened. Only a few seconds later, a bulging sack suddenly appeared at the base of the wall and twisted violently for a while.

Then the sack stopped twisting, and after a while, "Xia Shuai" crawled out of it with a bruised and swollen face and disheveled clothes, looking terrified.

No attackers were seen entering or leaving the scene.

This is not normal.

Very abnormal.