The story of Wang Zhuo single-handedly raiding the police station with a stolen gun, storming the Red House to save someone, and killing a thug, had already spread like wildfire across the campus. Universities never lacked channels for spreading gossip; the gag order only prevented students from giving interviews or posting online—it couldn't stop the chatter in QQ groups or private conversations.

Especially the tale of Wang Zhuo headshotting the thug was being spun into legend. Although many were skeptical of these hearsay accounts, with a figure like that on campus, they couldn't not know about him.

Now, even the corpse had been delivered by the police; the court driver had personally confirmed that the man in the black bag was the one Wang Zhuo had taken down. Wasn't that legendary enough?

"Teacher Ge, why don't you open the bag and show us?" a rather mischievous student piped up, heckling from the crowd.

"That depends on what the school intends," Ge Da, nicknamed Ge Dagang, grinned, exposing a stubble-laden mouth. "If the school agrees, you can help me skin this body yourself."

The disruptive student immediately grimaced, stuck out his tongue, and retreated. The students all knew that any corpse delivered had to go through Teacher Ge Dagang’s hands before being prepared for student use. The first step was always skinning the head and removing the fat. Ge Dagang was the only teacher at the school who did this work; no one else would touch it. Assisting Ge Dagang? Better just forget about it.

"Director Wang, I have a question," Wang Zhuo asked Wang Taiping. "This case has already been concluded, and he wasn't executed. Why was the body sent here?"

"You're asking why there are no family members to claim the body?" Wang Taiping shook his head with a smile. "I checked the files. His parents are deceased. His wife was pregnant, but after he died, she aborted the child. The house was seized by the court and couldn't be sold, so she took the cash and ran."

Wang Zhuo was speechless. He never imagined this man would die with no one to claim his body, and his wife had heartlessly ended his lineage. He was truly cut off from all descendants now.

A bespectacled female teacher nearby sneered, "I looked at his case file. He deserved to die. Everything he did was ruinous to families; even heaven didn't want him to have an intact corpse."

Ge Dagang chuckled upon hearing this. "Then I'll just tear him apart and preserve him in jars as a specimen. Too bad the school hasn't kept dogs these past few years, otherwise, hehe."

Everyone simultaneously looked at him, feeling a chill run down their spines...

"I've made up my mind," Wang Zhuo drew his gaze away from the body bag and looked up at Wang Taiping. "This person has nothing to do with me anymore. The school can handle him as they see fit; don't worry about my feelings. Anyway, once Teacher Ge skins him tomorrow and wheels him into the lab, I won't recognize him."

Wang Taiping observed Wang Zhuo's expression closely and nodded calmly. "Fine, it's settled then."

This small interlude concluded. After careful consideration, Wang Zhuo decided not to tell Gan Lin. Let the past fade away with the wind; it was best for Gan Lin if she could forget it as soon as possible.

Xue Guangtou's body silently entered the school's morgue. Soon, aside from Ge Dagang and a few administrative teachers handling the archives, no one else would recognize his remains.

In the following days, Wang Zhuo felt the number of furtive glances aimed at him on campus had increased again...

In early December, Qi Fei returned from attending the Autumn Jade Public Auction in Myanmar.

The Myanmar military had another highly successful event at this auction, pushing the prices of rough jade materials to new highs. Qi Fei only brought back a few small pieces—better than nothing, but barely.

However, it didn't matter much, as Wang Zhuo's existing stock was enough to keep her busy for quite some time. High-grade jade wasn't like the merchandise displayed in store counters; even one medium-sized carving could keep master craftsmen occupied for ages.

The main reason Wang Zhuo hadn't attended this auction was twofold: firstly, he had gained over four million in new income and wasn't short of cash for the moment; more importantly, he had cooperated with the police by attending two non-public trials, standing on the witness stand as the primary testimony provider.

Bringing criminals to justice was more important than making money. Raw materials could always be bought later, but the chance to watch the judge’s gavel fall, sentencing those heinous thugs to death, only came once...

Wind blew, leaves turned yellow. One gentle, sunny afternoon, a dust-caked Land Rover Range Rover quietly parked in a secluded corner at the end of a deserted alley.

"How about it? This car is big enough, right?"

A familiar, slightly mischievous voice sounded from inside the vehicle.

"Big doesn't matter if someone sees us," replied a girl, her voice laced with shyness and apprehension.

"Relax, baby. See that bicycle lying on the ground? It’s been down so long it’s covered in dust, and nobody bothered to right it. That tells you nobody ever comes down this alley."

"Still... maybe we shouldn't. Can we just talk for a bit? Wang Zhuo—"

The speaker was Gan Lin, her hands pressed tightly against her clothes, restraining two unruly, groping hands underneath.

"Talking is fine, it doesn't stop me from handling the main business," Wang Zhuo said, playfully moving his hands up and down while attending to the "main business."

"If you keep this up, I'm going to get angry," Gan Lin feigned a stern look.

"Linlin is cutest when she’s angry. Come here, give me a kiss, mu~"

Gan Lin was left between laughter and tears. Under Wang Zhuo's persistent fondling, the battle between reason and desire gradually tipped in favor of the latter.

While Wang Zhuo touched her, his mouth didn't stay idle. His lips wandered over Gan Lin’s face—sometimes kissing her mouth, sometimes lightly nibbling her earlobe, sometimes breathing warm air onto her eyelid.

"Wang Zhuo, Wang Zhuo—" The girl's eyes grew hazy, and she murmured softly, "Let's move to the back seat."

...

The rear seats of the Range Rover were folded down, instantly transforming into a bed—uneven, perhaps, but certainly springy.

Wang Zhuo's fingers quietly slipped into a warm, wet place. A slight movement elicited a soul-stirring moan.

Gan Lin, overcome with shame, buried her face deep into Wang Zhuo's embrace, allowing the boy to do as he pleased.

He gently undid the troublesome drawstring of her sweatpants, pulling them halfway down when her hands stopped him.

"F-fastest... don't..." she whispered, "Just leave them there. In case someone shows up and we have time to dress."

Wang Zhuo smiled mischievously and nodded; half-undressed provided a better visual effect. Against the dark leather seats, the girl's full hips and snowy buttocks were exceptionally alluring.

Freed from the constraint of her bra, Gan Lin’s ample breasts immediately sprang into the air. Wang Zhuo plunged his face in and took a few satisfying breaths before