Quick Transmigration: God of Slaughter? But He Calls Me Baby! - Chapter 19

“When will you let me go?” Qian Zhou asked.

Cheng Xiao leaned forward slightly, his tone soft. “Aren’t you doing pretty well here with us? You can eat whatever you want, go wherever you like without restrictions, no one is forcing you to do things you dislike.”

“Just stay with Xiao En a few more days.”

Qian Zhou lowered his gaze.

“Guo Sheng will go crazy.”

Cheng Xiao looked at him. “So let him. What does his madness have to do with you?”

Qian Zhou stared at the dirt on the ground, feeling lost among the cracks.

Yeah, what did it have to do with him?

Guo Sheng had always been insane.

He thought differently from normal people and constantly bullied others.

Hadn’t he always wanted to get away from Guo Sheng? Always wanted to escape, to stay far from danger?

Wasn’t this the perfect opportunity?

With Jiang Huachen and Cheng Xiao joining forces against Guo Sheng, he could easily stand on their side.

Then find a chance to flee even farther—somewhere Guo Sheng could never reach.

That way, he would no longer have to worry about Guo Sheng laying a hand on him.

Nor would he need to struggle to fix the system’s bugs. He could just quietly wait for the repair team to arrive.

Wouldn’t he then be able to leave this place completely?

This was the best option, laid clearly in front of him. So why did he instinctively want to return to Guo Sheng’s side?

To ask Cheng Xiao to send him back?

Qian Zhou covered his eyes, taking a deep breath, yet he still couldn’t calm the chaotic storm in his head.

In the previous small worlds, he had never experienced such violent mood swings.

Why now?

Was it because he no longer had the system’s support, and was simply losing himself?

Or was it… because of the familiarity he felt the first time he saw Guo Sheng?

Cheng Xiao crouched in front of him, her hair tied into a neat bun, hands cupping his face as she leaned closer.

“A man like Guo Sheng could never truly like anyone.”

Qian Zhou met her eyes.

“But he’ll come looking for me.”

Cheng Xiao’s voice was low. “He’ll come, yes—but only because he sees you as his possession.”

“No different from a dog or a brooch.”

“He doesn’t see people as people.”

Jiang Huachen, holding Jiang En’s hand, silently nodded.

“Guo Sheng is an extremely rare ‘Extreme Psychopathic’ patient. Even the structure of his cerebral cortex is different from ordinary people.”

“He’s excellent at pretending. All the emotions you’ve seen from him so far may just be imitations.”

Jiang Huachen asked, “Do you know who the largest shareholder of Venus is?”

Qian Zhou shook his head, though he already had a faint guess.

“It’s Guo Sheng.”

“He earns more from Venus every year than from his company.”

“That’s how terrifying he is.”

He could keep two ferocious lines under perfect control, locking immense funds firmly in his hands.

Jiang Huachen needed Cheng Xiao.

But Guo Sheng—he only needed himself.

“I don’t want you to end up like Xiao En.” Jiang Huachen patted his head.

“……”

Qian Zhou closed his eyes, his heartbeat echoing loudly in the dark.

It was faster than usual.

Guo Sheng was good at deceiving, but hadn’t he also deceived Guo Sheng? That made them even.

At the start, Guo Sheng had bullied him. That one fact couldn’t be erased. But everything else could be overlooked.

From beginning to end, Guo Sheng had only ever forced him once—

Wait.

Qian Zhou’s eyes flew open.

Was that time entirely Guo Sheng’s fault?

Back then, he hadn’t yet realized the system had a bug. He had treated Guo Sheng the same way he did every other target—teasing him, seducing him.

Was it possible… that Guo Sheng had only… gone along with what he thought Qian Zhou wanted?

That he had simply been giving him what he was asking for?

Qian Zhou’s fingers trembled. He couldn’t stop replaying everything about Guo Sheng.

After that one time—

Guo Sheng hadn’t even kissed him again.

Qian Zhou’s eyes burned. If he had truly just decided to side with Jiang Huachen earlier…

Guo Sheng would’ve been left all alone.

Why was he only realizing this now?

Only now could Qian Zhou admit—

He had also carried prejudice, just like Jiang Huachen, treating Guo Sheng as nothing more than a psychopath.

From the very root, he hadn’t believed Guo Sheng could genuinely care for him.

Yet now, every little detail, tangled together, wove into a gentle net.

And that net laid Guo Sheng’s attitude out in front of him, plain as day.

Qian Zhou blinked, still staring at the warehouse door, unable to recover.

Then he said to Jiang Huachen:

“Guo Sheng takes medicine.”

“What?”

Qian Zhou’s words echoed in the empty warehouse.

“He takes a lot of medicine. Every Thursday… he stays home by himself.”

“He doesn’t want to be sick either.”

He looked toward Cheng Xiao, saying:

“Guo Sheng buys me snacks. He doesn’t stop me from doing what I want.”

“He—he hasn’t done anything bad enough to be executed by firing squad!”

Jiang Huachen gaped. “I never said he should be executed.”

Qian Zhou’s face grew hot. He took a few deep breaths and rubbed his eyes hard.

Cheng Xiao covered his face, turning away. Jiang Huachen nudged him with his elbow.

In a low voice, he muttered, “Told you, you dosed him too much…”

Cheng Xiao shot him a glance, then lifted the hem of Jiang Huachen’s pants.

He pointed at the massive bruise on his leg, the one Guo Sheng had left with a steel rod.

A lock of his multicolored hair slipped down, and Cheng Xiao casually tucked it behind his ear.

He jabbed at the bruise twice more, then tilted his head at Qian Zhou.

“And this isn’t bad?”

The bruise was the size of half a palm, dark purple verging on black, a serious injury.

Jiang Huachen pressed down on Cheng Xiao’s finger, pulling his pant leg back down.

“Stop it.”

He shot Cheng Xiao a look, gripping his hand tightly.

Cheng Xiao leaned against a pillar, sharply pulling his hand free, the charms on his wrist jingling in the silence.

“If you can’t even handle Guo Sheng, you’d better pack up and go find someone else to deal with him.”

With that, he turned and strode away without looking back.

Jiang Huachen gave Jiang En a look.

Jiang En nodded solemnly to his brother, then ran after Cheng Xiao.

Outside, dusk was falling, and the warehouse was growing darker. It was getting hard to see clearly.

Jiang Huachen packed up their things and led Qian Zhou out.

Just then, a gust of wind blew by, making Qian Zhou’s hair flutter as he looked at the off-road vehicle parked nearby.

Its exaggerated paint job resembled a wildflower, blooming amidst the surrounding weeds.

The warehouse sat on a hillside that stretched out of sight, surrounded by broken-down greenhouses.

Qian Zhou stepped forward onto a stone, squinting at several black dots in the distance.

They were moving closer.

“This place is so far out. How long will it take to get back to the city?”

“More than two hours,” Jiang Huachen replied. “But if Cheng Xiao drives, just over one.”

Qian Zhou froze mid-step. “What’s that in the sky?”

Not just the sky—the black dots he’d seen earlier were rapidly approaching.

A shrill siren pierced the air. Cheng Xiao had already turned on the car’s headlights.

“Get in the car, now!”