Being the Wife of a Fluffy Creature [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 16

Chapter 16: The First World (16)

How to make hundreds of people obey orders in a short amount of time—this was the problem the Mayor had set for Wu Yao.

The first floor of the dogfighting arena was large enough. The collapsed sections of the ceiling, the piled debris, and the dense rows of seats all served as cover. As long as the crowd was dispersed and hidden behind cover far from the entrance before the True Knowledge Society broke in, tonight’s crisis could be resolved.

If the crowd remained in the spectator stands, the members of the True Knowledge Society would storm into the arena and open fire before the police arrived. There was only one exit; the panicked audience would run around like headless flies. “Chaos” would turn into a “bloody melee” once the police arrived, and every single person present would die here.

Anyone who has been a teacher knows that no matter how much reason you talk, there will always be disobedient students in the class. It’s not that they don’t understand; it’s that they refuse to comply.

The people who came to watch dogfighting were not students. Among them were wealthy tycoons, politicians, gamblers, and local thugs… These people were either powerful or accustomed to acting overbearing; they were far harder to manage than students.

Even if Wu Yao explained the Mayor’s conspiracy and the impending crisis clearly, it would be meaningless. If the persuasion failed, he and Wu Shiyi would be caught and beaten severely. If it succeeded, the crowd would swarm out of the arena and run face-to-face into the arriving True Knowledge Society.

People are not puppets; they always have their own thoughts. Only when a knife is held to their throats do they behave.

To resolve the crisis in a short time, someone had to play the villain. The manager had no reason to blow up his own arena; if he stepped forward, he would be treating the audience like fools. Wu Shiyi looked too much like a “Saint Father” with a narrow acting range—if it ran out holding a bomb, people would think it might change its mind at any moment.

Wu Yao had been a “lackey” for years and understood all types of villains; he was the most suitable candidate.

The only downside was that the persona he had worked so hard to build would be completely destroyed. He wasn’t the “good person” of public impression; the gentleness, kindness, and compassion he showed earlier were all calculated disguises. The System and Wu Shiyi would realize he was a liar, and from then on, they would be wary of him, no longer cooperating with or trusting him as before, thereby increasing the difficulty of his tasks.

Wu Yao thought that by switching to a new job and a new system, moving to a place where no one knew him, he could start a new life. He shaped himself into an ordinary person who was a bit clever, sincere, and reliable—someone who had experienced hardships but remained positive. He even recycled his “black-hearted system” to show his fragile and pitiful side to gain sympathy and favor.

No one likes a liar, and no one likes the real Wu Yao; he had realized this long ago over his years of work.

Casting aside all distractions, Wu Yao licked his dry lower lip and pondered his next move. The System had no brains, and the silly dog was too kind—even if his “good man” persona crumbled to dust, Wu Yao had ways to smooth it over.

But if he kept lying back and forth like this, what was the point of changing jobs? He felt a bit tired.

Calculating the money he owed, Wu Yao quickly pulled himself together. It was just deceiving a few people; he wasn’t hurting anyone. Earning money wasn’t a shameful thing.

Just as Wu Yao expected, the True Knowledge Society did not appear again. Three minutes later, the police arrived at the scene and took everyone away.

After listening to the audience’s complaints, Officer Xiao Liu walked up to Wu Yao and lifted his bulging clothes—underneath was only a ring of foam.

“I heard them say you planted a bomb in the arena?” Officer Xiao Liu poked the foam. “Is this your bomb?”

Wu Yao gave him a harmless smile. “I had no choice. Those spectators clearly heard the victims’ cries for help yet still sent them to their deaths. None of them are good people. I’m alone with only one dog to help me. I was worried I couldn’t protect the victims, so I had to do this.”

“So you intimidated everyone and turned all the people present into victims?” Officer Qin walked over from behind. “Put on the handcuffs. Get in the car.”

Wu Yao submissively held out his hands. With so many eyes watching, the police had to take him away or the audience would riot; this was a disguised form of protection by the police.

The rescued victims snapped out of their shock and tried to come forward to speak for him but were blocked by the police. The female victim who lived in the same apartment building as him was pushing the officer in front of her. “You’ve got the wrong person! He’s a good man, he was saving us! Those well-dressed scumbags are the ones who should be in jail!”

“A head? What head? Don’t talk nonsense! I didn’t see him kill anyone, much less see him carrying a head!”

“Why do you believe the scumbags but not me! If they can make a scene, so can I! Don’t push me! I have a heart condition!”

Seeing Wu Yao’s pale face, Officer Xiao Liu secretly winked at him. The incident at the dogfighting arena had to be kept secret; the police would take everyone back for “tea.” No one would remember it, so Wu Yao naturally wouldn’t be held responsible. The manager and the thugs were still alive, just knocked unconscious by Wu Yao. As for the “head” the audience mentioned—the manager’s head was still on his neck; how could Wu Yao be carrying it around?

Officer Xiao Liu hadn’t seen the ferocious, crazed look Wu Yao had when threatening the audience; he only knew that Wu Yao protected the victims and was a good person.

Before getting into the police car, Wu Yao looked around and waved to Wu Shiyi standing in the distance. This time, the “dog man” didn’t come over immediately. He hesitated for a few seconds before entering the car at Wu Yao’s urging.

Inside the car, both officers sat in the front. The back seat contained only the “criminal” and the dog—this clearly violated regulations, but no one cared. Wu Shiyi sat as far away from Wu Yao as possible, leaning against the door. He kept his head down, occasionally glancing at Wu Yao with a strange, hesitant expression.

Wu Yao disliked that kind of gaze. Doubt, scrutiny, probing—villains always looked at him that way. They would measure his value in their hearts like appraising a commodity, winning him over first to use him later, then ruthlessly discarding him once their goal was met. All the idiots he had served before were like this. The black-hearted system was right: to the task targets, he was just a stick of sugarcane.

Wu Shiyi’s gaze was too prominent for Wu Yao to settle his mind on a plan; his thoughts kept wandering. He decided to open the interface, hoping the scent of money would soothe his unease. Given Wu Shiyi’s enthusiasm in helping the victims, the Sanity value should have increased significantly.

The moment he saw the data, Wu Yao’s mind went blank.

Task Target: Black Dog

Name: Wu Shiyi (You respect the dog; the dog likes the new name)

Health: 80 (The dog has a limp)

Sanity: 6 (Living is fine, dying is also okay)

Total Score: 86 (Sanity too low, WARNING: Data unstable)

Why? What on earth was going on in Wu Shiyi’s head? Even if the problem wasn’t the dogfighting arena, the Sanity should have gone up by a point or two. How could it be completely stagnant!

“System, is the data bugged?”

The little glowing ball, which was busy playing with mud, looked up blankly. “A person’s mental state cannot be adjusted all at once. There is a delay in the data; wait a bit longer.”

Wu Yao irritably shook his leg.

“Don’t shake your leg; it scatters wealth.”

Wu Yao immediately changed his posture.

“You didn’t have the habit of shaking your leg before, Xiao Yao. I feel like you’re very anxious right now, and you look like you’re in a bad mood.”

“I’m a bit worried because the data hasn’t increased.”

“Your face looked terrible even before you saw the data. You, me, um… are you unhappy?”

This new system was easy to get along with and hadn’t mistreated him. Wu Yao didn’t want his negative emotions to affect it.

“Brother, the host and the system are the closest partners. You can tell me anything.”

The little glowing ball pulled out a mud flower. “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize you had such a traumatic childhood. Your foster parents were truly scumbags, so evil.”

Wu Yao: ?

“Exposing your own scars in front of so many people… you must be so sad. This is a rubber flower I made; I hope it makes you feel a bit better. Let’s not use this trick again in the future. At worst, we’ll just earn less. Money is never as important as being happy.”

Wu Yao: …

“That wasn’t my story. I have parents.”

The System tossed the flower to him and started giggling. “As long as it’s not you, then it’s fine. You’re really good at making up stories.”

Its reaction exceeded Wu Yao’s expectations. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat. “It’s not entirely made up. The villain I met during my first mission was a pathetic wretch; that was his story.”

The System mumbled, “Wow, did you help him?”

“I did.”

“And then? Did he fall in love with you? That’s how redemption stories are written: Dark, Crazy, Obsessive Overlord Gong x Gentle, Healing-type Little Sun Shou.”

“No. He drugged me until I was unconscious, then took me apart and sold me as spare parts.”

No one had ever told Wu Yao what he had done wrong. Perhaps he was just unlikable—after all, he hadn’t learned how to lie back then.

The System felt indignant on Wu Yao’s behalf, cursing in the space. It made a little mud figure, labeled it with the villain’s name, and told Wu Yao to hit it to vent.

Wu Yao looked at it, and a possibility suddenly occurred to him. He turned to look at Wu Shiyi. The man was leaning against the car window with a stiff face, secretly watching him out of the corner of his eye.

Wu Yao whispered, “The story was fake. I made it up to deceive them.”

The man was clearly stunned.

Wu Yao grabbed his hand, glanced at the police officers in the front, and whispered into Wu Shiyi’s ear, “I didn’t lie to you this time. I didn’t save those people just for you; I wanted to save them myself. The previous sadness and despair were all acting. I wasn’t unhappy tonight, and I wasn’t mistreated.”

Wu Shiyi stared at him fixedly. His dark eyes instantly brightened, as if starlight had fallen into them. The effect of the apple was almost over; the man in Wu Yao’s eyes gradually took on the characteristics of a dog. Its ears perked up, and its big tail began thumping against the car door.

It felt as though because Wu Yao was happy, it was happy too.

But why? What was their relationship? Why did it care about his feelings?

His work experience was useless here; Wu Yao didn’t know what to say. He instinctively flashed a smile, wanting to say some appropriate pleasantries, when Wu Shiyi suddenly opened his arms and pulled him into a firm embrace.

Wu Yao’s ears were filled with the sound of Wu Shiyi’s powerful heartbeat, making his head spin.

The System ignored him because it didn’t know how to comfort him. Wu Shiyi avoided him because he mistakenly thought he had made him remember sad things? Were they both so stupid that neither realized the story was fabricated? Was their IQ too low to process complex emotions, leaving them only happy afterward without realizing they had been deceived?

A notification rang in his mind. Wu Yao opened the background data again.

Data Updated

Task Target: Black Dog

Name: Wu Shiyi (You respect the dog; the dog likes the new name)

Health: 80 (The dog has a limp)

Sanity: 36 (The dog is spirited now)

Total Score: 116 (Sanity too low, please improve as soon as possible)

Wu Yao remained silent for a long time, resting his head against Wu Shiyi’s chest.

It’s better to be a fool. From now on, he would only play with fools.