HBWMA -Chapter 309 Killing Game

After leaving the Su residence, Su Yun walked along the same road for a long time.

When she came, she walked toward the winter sun, feeling warmth all over her body. When she left, she walked against the light, feeling nothing but cold the entire way.

She walked for a long time and passed by that cake shop again.

Su Yun stopped and looked through the window at the little cat cake with its raised paws. The kitten was still as cute as before, its expression innocent and endearing.

After a brief silence, she pushed the door open and walked inside.

“Hello, I’d like one cat cake.”

The shop assistant remembered this beautiful girl and greeted her warmly. “Would you like me to prepare extra forks and knives for you?”

Su Yun replied, “No need. I’m alone.”

A birthday cake… eaten alone? The assistant hesitated but didn’t ask further and smiled. “Alright, please scan the code here. I’ll pack it for you right away.”

Su Yun took out neatly folded cash from her pocket. “No need to pack it. I’ll eat it here.”

The assistant froze for a moment.

Su Yun looked at her. “What’s wrong? Is that strange?”

The assistant quickly shook her head. “No, not at all. Please wait a moment. There’s a seat over there—I’ll bring it to you.”

Su Yun said nothing and turned toward the booth seat.

After a while, the assistant brought over the cake and carefully glanced at her before also placing down a steaming cup of milk tea. “We have an event today—buy a cake, get a milk tea free.”

Su Yun nodded. “Thank you.”

The assistant didn’t say anything more and returned to work.

With a numb expression, Su Yun tore open the packaging, took a plastic fork, and scooped out the cat’s eyes. She opened her mouth and ate it.

Again and again, bite after bite, her speed gradually increasing—until she felt her emotions about to break, she slowly took a sip of the milk tea.

Buzz—buzz—buzz—

At that moment, her phone vibrated in her pocket.

Expressionless, Su Yun took it out.

An unsigned message.

“Right now, there are eight men waiting for you in your home. You have two choices:

Go back and kill them—this concludes the experiment.

This is your final warning. Fail the experiment.”

“Heh…”

Su Yun let out a quiet laugh, suddenly feeling the cake in her mouth turn bitter and hard to swallow.

Just then, a familiar call came in.

The emotion in Su Yun’s eyes instantly cooled.

But after struggling in the mud for so long, she understood better than anyone that emotions were the most useless thing.

Only when the second call came did she press to answer.

“Miss Su.”

“Su Yun, where are you? I’m sorry, I didn’t mean those words earlier to hurt you. I…”

Su Yun looked at the disfigured cat cake in front of her and said softly, “Miss Su, you don’t need to explain. I understand.”

“No! You don’t understand! Su Yun, where are you? Can we meet and talk? Please?”

The light in Su Yun’s eyes gradually sank into the depths of her pupils.

But after struggling for so long in the mire, she knew all too well that emotions had no value.

After a long silence, she said, “Alright. But I don’t want to go back to the Su residence. Can Miss Su come to my place?”

“…”

The shop assistant was busy for a long while, and when she finally looked back, she realized the girl in the corner was gone.

Half of the cake was left on the table.

As she cleaned up, she noticed sixteen yuan pressed beneath the milk tea. She sighed softly, shaking her head with a trace of regret.

On the other side.

After coming out of the café, Jiang Huashan kept calling Su Miao. But for some reason, Su Miao’s phone was constantly busy. After several failed attempts, she could only switch to sending messages instead.

[Guan ni peace: Where are you? Now. Immediately. Contact me.]

The moment the message was sent, a red exclamation mark appeared—sending failed.

【Ding——】

【World Script Rule 5: The judgment script cannot be escaped.】

【Current “on-the-run” characters +1: Shen Mianzhi, Zhou Qishan, Su Miao】

【Erasure countdown begins: 6:00:00】

Su Miao’s killing game had been triggered.

Just now.

And compared to Shen Mianzhi’s escape time, Su Miao’s time had been shortened by half again. The power of the script was tightening its surveillance over those “on the run.”

Standing amid the vast sea of people, Jiang Huashan looked up at this desire-filled world wrapped in a jungle of steel and concrete. At this moment, she gained a far more concrete understanding of how terrifying the power of the rules truly was.

Time was running out—there was no room for hesitation. Jiang Huashan flagged down a taxi and directly gave the address of the Su residence.

On the way, she kept calling Su Miao. When the call wouldn’t go through, she kept sending messages. She still held on to a sliver of hope—what if, just what if, Su Miao could receive even one of them?

The car moved through heavy traffic. By the time her phone battery was nearly depleted, that one-in-ten-thousand miracle still hadn’t appeared. Just as Jiang Huashan was about to give up on this path, an unknown call came in.

Without hesitation, she answered immediately.

“Is it Grandpa Su?”

The person on the other end clearly paused. “How did you guess it was me?”

Su Miao stealing twenty million was such a major incident that the Su family couldn’t possibly not investigate. And she hadn’t hidden it either—the Su family had already discovered that ten million of it was now under her name.

But there was no time to explain. Her phone was already critically low on battery.

Jiang Huashan spoke quickly and concisely. “Grandpa Su, I know you personally called because you have something important to ask. But please believe me—what you care about right now isn’t important. So please answer my questions first. Is Su Miao at home? Did any special guest come to the house today?”

There was a brief silence on the other end. Then Su Jingliu’s steady voice came through.

“Miaomiao left about twenty minutes ago. Today she invited a guest to her birthday party, saying it was a new friend. Her name is Su Wen.”

Su Wen?!

Jiang Huashan froze. It was as if she had been struck by lightning—suddenly everything became clear.

In her previous life, only one of Su Wen and Su Miao survived. So Su Miao’s killing game… was Su Wen?!

But in a sea of people, with countless possibilities—where exactly had Su Wen’s trap been set?

Su residence.

A piece of the strawberry cake in the hall had already been taken.

Su Jingliu held the phone in his hand, deep in thought.

Su Zhuo asked with concern, “Grandpa, what did the Shen family girl say?”

Su Jingliu recalled the firm tone on the other end of the call.

“She said, ‘I am not some random friend of Su Miao.’”

Su Zhuo frowned. “Grandpa, do you believe her?”

For him to directly answer the girl’s questions instead of doubting her—wasn’t that already trust?

“How could the Shen family’s daughter be short of money? If she isn’t short of money, why would she accept ten million from Miaomiao? But more importantly—what could make Miaomiao willing to steal twenty million from the family?”

Su Jingliu stood up. “Any news from the hospital side?”

Su Zhuo replied, “Not yet. But our people have taken over the situation there. We should have updates soon.”

A dark glint flashed in Su Jingliu’s eyes.

If nothing could be found—that itself was the biggest clue.

“Go. Prepare the car.”