"This is troublesome..."
As he stepped out of the library, Su Lu's face suddenly darkened.
Moli had seen him searching for the Gulam language.
While this woman was not a major suspect, she was nevertheless suspicious. It's possible she could have connections with the mastermind behind all this.
What if she had a past with the corpse in the sewer? Wouldn't he be walking into a trap voluntarily then?
"Even that policewoman—Marilyn! Doesn't she know how to protect a witness?"
After a few days of investigation, Su Lu was certain: no one had been assigned to protect him.
Otherwise, it meant that the person assigned to protect him was too skilled, beyond his own sensor range. This was clearly unlikely.
"Could I... secretly write a letter to Marilyn? Or post a broadsheet?"
As a transmigrator, some habits had been deeply engrained into him.
Su Lu considered himself a law-abiding citizen. For any problems, he thought about seeking help from a police officer—in this, he selectively ignored his previous act of desecration of the corpse.
Unexpectedly, he was intercepted by a group of people not far from the library.
"Charlie? Baron? And... Angelia?"
Su Lu looked around and realized they were all students from the Fight Club, so he smiled and said, "Hello, everyone!"
"We're not okay. Not okay at all!"
Charlie remained silent, while Baron coldly responded, "Our president has decided to challenge you to a public match. Do you dare to come?"
Earlier, the Fight Club almost got toppled over by a student. This had caused significant damage to its reputation.
Donald, as president, had to find a way to make amends.
However, Su Lu was so mysterious that it provided cause for concern, prompting Donald to use his connections for an investigation.
It was after all these considerations that the idea of a challenge was presented.
"Donald... such a cautious man!"
Su Lu got a general idea about the situation with a turn of his thoughts. He glanced at his stats: "Time? Place?"
"Tomorrow noon at the Fight Club!"
Angelia stared at Su Lu, "There will be other spectators present as witnesses! What do you think?"
Is there a wager involved?
Su Lu was tempted to ask this, his intention being to place all of his Golden Dragon earnings as a bet.
After all, he had witnessed Donald's strength before. Perhaps Donald could not stand up to his LV3 Maga fighting skills, but after advancing to LV4, the boost provided by the 'Power of the Tiger' had brought him close to superhuman boundaries.
But...
He had learned his fighting skills from the Fight Club, turning back on them would look bad.
'Defeating a couple of coaches may be tolerable but if I defeat Donald, too, the Fight Club likely wouldn't be able to continue.'
With a sigh, Su Lu looked at Angelia and the others: "I... accept!"
He had no choice. This group wouldn't let him off easily.
But quietly, he still had opportunities for remedy.
"We'll be waiting!"
Baron glared at Su Lu and left with his group.
The situation felt like a gang seeking revenge, causing bystanders to avoid them.
Of course, there were a few students who gawked at the scene with interest, finding it 'cool'.
…
'I can't actually show up for tomorrow's fight... Defeating Donald in front of spectators would be too humiliating. But I can't just reject the fight... I guess I'll have to secretly visit him tonight and let him recognize the gap in our strengths.'
Looking at the retreating backs of the Fight Club members, Su Lu rubbed his chin and thought, 'it would be best if Donald cancels the match... Of course, I wouldn't mind playing a rigged match if he pays handsomely!'
In terms of thickness of skin, Su Lu had always had the upper hand.
He thought this was a pretty good opportunity to make money and his thoughts drifted to Sean.
If there were gambling odds for tomorrow's match, he could team up with him. They could absolutely control the outcome, win when they wanted to win, lose when they wanted to lose, and even curate their poses for a tip... well, he was probably getting ahead of himself.
With his thoughts afloat, Su Lu arrived at the school cafeteria.
He had a little money to spare recently, so he ordered a steak, a portion of fries, and some bread rolls and vegetable soup to go with it.
'Ah... I miss the old days...'
While quickly eating and drinking, Su Lu found himself longing for the food of his homeland. Although he had adapted to foreign food, he still missed home.
Western cuisine was fine once in a while but eating it every day was too much.
Upon returning to his dorm, Su Lu continued pondering the parchment and diamond pair.
In between thoughts, Sean returned, settling his wage for subsequent work—a total of three silver yuan.
According to him, the profiteering employer was very satisfied with him and wanted to introduce some other jobs to him, which Sean refused without hesitation.
Sean reasoned, "Only a brain kicked by a donkey would continue cooperating with that fraudster!"
But Su Lu couldn't help feeling that with Sean's personality, there was going to be a day when he would regret his words.
…
As the summer night wind blew, it brought a refreshing atmosphere.
Night fell and Su Lu took a walk along the riverbank. He unexpectedly found himself near the Fight Club.
He came here to 'awaken' Donald, to tell him to stop these embarrassing acts.
Of course, he was also quite looking forward to the experience he could possibly gain from this.
Donald was definitely hostile towards him now.
'The experience of defeating a Red-named Monster for the first time will definitely be higher than Baron's!'
Su Lu arrived at the entrance of the Fight Club, and a few students immediately surrounded him. "What do you want?"
"Hey! Pal, relax!"
Seeing their nearly combative demeanour, Su Lu quickly replied: "I'm here to see Donald, we need to talk!"
"Let him through!"
At this moment, Angelia came over and spoke to the few students.
After dismissing them, she turned to Su Lu with a complicated look on her face. "What are you back here for?"
"I think, from the very beginning, this was all a misunderstanding. We can't let this mistake continue anymore!"
Su Lu sincerely looked into Angelia's eyes. "Listen, coach... I really want to have a good talk with President Donald, just the two of us! Meet up at the grove by the lake! Could you relay this message for me?"
Donald might still be full of confidence right now; he might only wake up after a direct defeat.
But, he couldn't act out in front of so many people.
It had to be a private fight, with no third-party witnesses.
Su Lu thought to himself, he really was kind-hearted.
He just didn't know if it would be appreciated or not.
"…"
Angelia was silent for a while.
You're a student who has defeated three top coaches, and now you're talking about misunderstandings. Isn't it a bit late? — She took this as Su Lu backing down.
However, a shred of kindness prompted her to reply, "I will convey your message to the president. Whether he comes or not depends on him."
"Thank you!"
Su Lu thanked her sincerely and walked out of the Fight Club's door.