After Transmigrating into a Book, I Turned the Straight Bigshot Gay (BL) - Chapter 23

The man in the hoodie took the phone from his subordinate.

In the live broadcast, Yang Zhongxu sat on a wooden chair, his face pale and haggard, with an IV needle still taped to the back of his hand. Standing behind him was the mysterious figure in the black hoodie from the elevator, his face completely obscured by a black mask and windproof goggles.

His features were impossible to discern.

The other man wore a white top—clearly the person from outside the elevator—but because he wore a surgical mask and a bucket hat pulled low, his face was also hidden.

The comments section was in an uproar, users calling them incredibly arrogant for daring to live-stream in the middle of such a high-profile storm.

[Good god, this is too much.]

[Why target a sick old man?]

[Is Grandpa Yang Zhongxu okay?]

The man in the hoodie stared at the mysterious figures on the screen and asked his subordinates, “That one in white—doesn’t he look like the Yan family’s Yi Wuyi?”

A subordinate took a look. “There’s a resemblance, but… everyone knows Yi Wuyi only listens to Yan Shiqi. It’s unlikely he’d show his face for something this blatant.”

The man in the hoodie said coldly, “Have someone call Yan Shiqi.” Then he looked back down at the broadcast.

“Mr. Yang, let’s begin,” the man in black spoke. His voice carried a grainy, metallic distortion from a voice changer. He placed his hand on Yang Zhongxu’s shoulder.

Yang Zhongxu, face pale, closed his eyes and let out a long breath. “Friend, I don’t know what you want me to say.”

This triggered a wave of sympathy and anger from the netizens.

[Treating a kind old man like this… you’re a demon.]

The mysterious man’s hand moved slightly. Yang Zhongxu’s whole body stiffened. “Don’t bother threatening me… I won’t be broken by terrorists.”

“Very well.”

The mysterious man let go, stepped to the side, and used his gloved hand to pick up a document. He began to read:

“You have an illegitimate son in Country C who suffered from kidney cancer. You utilized the data of every private hospital in the Southern Province to harvest the kidney of a mere fourteen-year-old girl to transplant into your son.”

Yang Zhongxu’s eyes widened. He snorted coldly. “You want to slander me? You want to smear the Chamber of Commerce? Isn’t this a bit childish?”

“Your illegitimate son is named Yang Qingxi. He studies at an elite school in Country C. On the 11th of last month, he spent fifty million on a yacht to celebrate his eighteenth birthday with his classmates. The girl whose kidney was taken was named Ai Linghui, fourteen years old, a first-year student at the City’s First Middle School. She ranked second in the entire school for her entrance exams. Because of a ‘minor surgery,’ she died on the operating table. Within days, her kidney appeared in Country C as your son’s new organ.”

Yang Zhongxu’s lips trembled involuntarily, like a man gasping in a freezing wasteland.

The live chat exploded. The medical accident involving the girl named Ai Linghui had trended months ago. After the failed surgery, her body had gone missing from the hospital morgue due to a “mishap.” Her parents hadn’t been able to see her one last time and were still in a legal battle with the hospital.

Even more dramatically, those poor parents were currently watching this live stream.

The chat was flooded with one sentence: [Is this true? Is this true?!]

[Is this guy even human!?]

[Ai’s parents might actually faint.]

[My god! Yang Qingxi is my classmate!]

[I actually attended that yacht party! Gross!]

[Holy crap, me too. He really did have a surgery half a year ago! He even showed us the scar! I’m losing it.]

Throughout this, the man in white stood silently in the corner of the frame, motionless.

The man in black spoke again: “Mr. Yang, do you still not plan to turn yourself in?”

Yang Zhongxu sat dazed on the chair, chuckling. “You overestimate me. I don’t have that kind of power…”

As expected of a high-level official of the Top Star Sect; even now, his mouth remained stubborn.

Xie Yunshen picked up another paper. “You opened multiple orphanages and shelters across the Southern Province under the guise of charity. In reality, you regularly drew blood from those orphans and vagrants to supply the underground plasma market. When the orphans with cognitive issues grew up, their organs were harvested at your whim. Furthermore, most of the missing person cases in this region have your hand in them. Shall I read the names of those poor children one by one, Mr. Yang?”

Yang Zhongxu’s face was frozen, but his eyes desperately followed the figure behind him. “Who are you?! Who exactly are you?!”

The viewers watched in horror as the previously kind-looking old man’s features became twisted, his eyes filling with a savage, murderous aura. Every pore, every cell on his face seemed stained with human blood.

Yang Zhongxu stared at his own reflection in the camera, his gaze ruthless. “Who are you?! Are you an undercover? An undercover for them?” By them, he meant the Top Star Sect, though he didn’t say it out loud. Because his relationship with the Sect was a secret, he could only test the man in front of him.

The stream stuttered as viewers surged in.

[Mom, forgive me! I actually wished him a long life!]

[My child has been missing for years… I really don’t know if they are on that list!]

[Monster! What did those orphans do wrong?]

[Is this the Grim Reaper coming for his soul?]

The men from the Top Star Sect sat in their car, staring blankly at the screen. This short seven-minute broadcast had seized the attention of the entire Country A.

The man in the hoodie asked, “Have you found the location?”

A voice came through the headset: “Need two more minutes.”

“We must get there before the authorities.”

His eyes gleamed like nails and his voice was like a blade as he stared at the man in the black hoodie on screen: “I will capture him myself!”

However, the broadcast suddenly ended.

Xie Yunshen cut the feed, sent out one final message, then popped the battery out of the phone, snapped the device in half, and shoved the pieces into his pocket.

“I’ve called the police.”

Yang Zhongxu was stunned, looking at him as if he were a fool. “You… you called the police?”

“That’s right. They’ll be here soon. Shouldn’t a person like you be arrested by the police?”

Xie Yunshen knew that the Top Star Sect had deep roots in the Southern Province with influence everywhere. Handing Yang over to the police usually just gave the Sect room to maneuver. “I just want to know, now that your crimes are exposed, will the Top Star Sect protect you, or will they discard you?”

Yang Zhongxu broke into a cold sweat. The man really knew he was with the Sect! Why hadn’t he mentioned it during the broadcast? He looked at the youth wrapped in black with shock. “You know? You’re an undercover! Whose mole are you?! No… that’s not right… the Sect doesn’t have anyone like you!”

He looked like he was losing his mind.

The police arrived at the scene quickly. Following the coordinates sent by the man in black, they rushed into the house. They found Yang Zhongxu appearing twenty years older in a single night, slumped in his chair and shaking like a leaf. He appeared to have had a stroke.

But Shangguan Hong wasn’t there. The two mysterious men had vanished.

Xie Yunshen and Yi Wuyi pushed their car into the sea and walked back to the roadside.

In the suburbs near the coast, there were few streetlights and fewer cars. On the pitch-black road, rustling sounds came from the tall grass.

“Old Five, don’t you think the magnetic field here is a bit… creepy?” Xie Yunshen leaned closer to Yi Wuyi, getting goosebumps.

Yi Wuyi, still processing the live stream, frowned. “What? What’s creepy?” This guy who can stare down the Top Star Sect is afraid of the dark? Who would believe that?

“Don’t you feel it? In the total emptiness of the night, no people, no cars, flickering lights, the temperature dropping… and occasionally something blowing in your ear…” Xie Yunshen blew a puff of air for emphasis.

Yi Wuyi: “…Instead of worrying about that, look behind you.”

Xie Yunshen turned. A set of headlights illuminated them, drawing closer. A black sedan pulled up beside them. Yi Wuyi had already recognized it as a Yan family car. The window rolled down to reveal their veteran driver.

Xie Yunshen’s heart sank halfway. The rear window reflected Yan Shiqi’s stern profile.

Clearly, the Bigshot knew what they had been up to. Imagine an insomniac who had just fallen asleep being woken up, only to find his two most trusted subordinates had ignored his warnings and acted on their own—and now he had to personally come out in the middle of the night to fish them out.

In the Yan family, this was grounds for being struck by lightning.

“Get in!” the driver said.

“Old Five, let me sit in the back today,” Xie Yunshen whispered.

“No,” Yi Wuyi refused bluntly, his voice equally low.

“…Just this once.” Whoever sat in the back had to do the explaining.

“Refused.”

Yan Shiqi lowered his head and pressed his brow firmly. The two immediately stopped bickering and climbed in. Xie Yunshen tried to snatch the front seat, but Yi Wuyi was faster; the door shut mercilessly. Xie Yunshen sat down next to Yan Shiqi, resigned to his fate.

The black car vanished into the night. Yan Shiqi’s expression was icy, his jawline tight.

Xie Yunshen took off his goggles and mask. “Mr. Yan, listen to me first…”

“Speak then. What I want to know is why you have information on Yang Zhongxu that even I couldn’t find.” Yan Shiqi looked him straight in the eye.

Xie Yunshen froze. He really didn’t know how to explain that. His gaze lowered. As a reader, knowing the little girl’s fate while being unable to do anything had been a painful memory. Sometimes he thought that if he had transmigrated two months earlier, he might have saved her. That was why he had to expose Yang Zhongxu’s crimes.

“No matter what, this was the only thing I could do.”

“It was more than enough.”

“What?” Xie Yunshen looked up, startled.

Yan Shiqi said, “You have already done enough. How many people would have the courage you displayed?”

Xie Yunshen leaned in. “…Are you praising me?”

In the dim light of the car under the moon, Yan Shiqi turned his head, his dark eyes sparkling. “Yes. I am.”

The two were suddenly very close—if they moved any further, their faces would touch.