Chapter 102: A Complete Sweep!
Covering all traces, Zhu Suihan quietly departed with the help of Gengar. Upon reaching a secluded area, he recalled his Dragonair.
“Thanks for your hard work.”
Back in the dormitory, Gengar finally patted his small chest, wearing an expression that said, “You scared me to death,” as he looked at Zhu Suihan.
“Geng?”
“A psychic?”
“No, I’m just an ordinary antique. Want to see the epitaph someone engraved for me?”
Gengar: ?
He didn’t understand a word—this kid just didn’t seem normal.
Zhu Suihan placed four sets of explosives on the table, revealing a chilling smile.
“As long as we repeat the previous steps and lay the groundwork slowly, we can give the classmates a big surprise.”
“3D Dragon, don’t worry. I’ll give you enough room to perform. For the next couple of days, rest up—it's not your time to shine yet.”
“Peri.”
Understood.
Two days passed. The villain actors attended classes as usual alongside other students; no one exhibited any unusual behavior.
Oh, except for an especially shy Joy, who would inexplicably blush whenever a familiar classmate looked her way. After some intense “interrogations” by acquaintances, she was successfully eliminated.
How to put it—it takes real skill to be a qualified villain actor.
Zhu Suihan followed the same meticulous method, planting bombs where each was meant to be. The explosive devices lay quietly inside the incense burner.
One press of the button would unleash a deafening noise, the opening note of chaos.
The students maintained a cat-and-mouse vigilance, while the big players behind the scenes exchanged insights, pondering when the students might make their move.
If the number of arrested students crossed the threshold, the academy’s specialized unit would step in.
“So far, only that shy child has been eliminated, but that’s because the others have been inactive.”
An elder from Junsha Academy glanced at Joy Jing. “No one knows what that white-haired kid from your academy did, not even the Pokémon we sent dare to approach him.”
“What happened?”
Joy Jing sipped her tea. “How should I know? Instead of asking me, why not ask Guliu and Xuecheng? They’re the ones who recommended Suihan.”
Same as always—if someone wants to bring trouble upon themselves, I certainly won’t stop them.
The Junsha Academy director before her was an old acquaintance, but Joy Jing didn’t mind giving her a little jab.
Junsalv Law—‘Law’ as in strict discipline. The name alone was as rigid as her long-standing work philosophy.
Old friends? Aren’t they just for setting traps? At their age, few things could really shake their defenses; such a critical opportunity had to be seized.
He was a living antique—a dangerously unconventional living antique. God only knew what unique ideas he harbored.
“Hmph, he took quite a lot, but I don’t think young people like him have any different mannerisms.”
Junsha Law replied flatly, “Explosions causing chaos, knockout gas, hostage negotiations—those are the only moves he has. What could he possibly achieve?”
Joy Jing grinned, suppressing a schadenfreude smile.
“Right, right, I fully agree with your thoughts.”
Junsha Law ignored the laid-back director. Joy Jing had been like this for years; compared to her public persona ‘Sister Jing,’ she seemed almost schizophrenic.
On the third day, things began to shift.
Walking down the street, Zhu Suihan displayed a smile that sent chills down the spine.
“Hehe, seems like fewer students showed up today.”
Half the plan was successful, but it was too soon to pop the champagne.
The advantage of randomly rearranging dorm assignments was that no one’s acquaintances would immediately notice who was missing.
“Geng.”
Gengar emerged from the shadows, signaling his task was complete.
“Good.”
Zhu Suihan tapped the Pokéball at his waist. “Your time to shine is coming. Get ready.”
“Peri.”
I’m ready.
Near the teaching building, a puzzled Joy approached Zhu Suihan.
“Suihan, it looks like fewer students came to class today?”
The white-haired monkey maintained his calm demeanor, nodding peacefully.
“Maybe those students have started taking action. I’ll observe from here—you notify the teachers.”
“Got it. Be careful, Suihan.”
Joy hurried off as Zhu Suihan stood at the security office door, pulling out a mask and placing it over his face.
“Yu Di, brother, logging off for now.”
With a single kick, Zhu Suihan flung open the security office door, his eyes calmly meeting the astonished staff inside.
“Now begins the art performance—Kada Jin is the true star!”
Overwhelming pressure—full throttle!
An invisible wave of terror swept through, instantly knocking all the staff to the ground.
“Thanks for the venue. If this weren’t an academy, I doubt there’d be so many obedient students.”
“By the way, a fortress is always breached from within. Famous sayings do have their merit.”
Zhu Suihan tossed the Beiming Ball: “Dragonair, full power, White Mist!”
“Woo—”
A melodious long cry echoed from within the security office as white mist blanketed the entire teaching building, simultaneously triggering the internal alarm.
“Someone’s made a move!”
Junsha Law swiftly glanced at the monitor tracking the building. “How come there was no warning at all—”
Soon, the surveillance screen lit up with a masked figure, but the distinctive white hair instantly revealed his identity to Joy Jing.
“Hello to all who can still see and hear me.”
Through the finely tuned synthetic voice of 3D Dragon, Zhu Suihan gracefully addressed the microphone, a confident smile beneath his mask.
“My name is Kada Jin, a playwright who glorifies death and art.”
“Now, everyone inside this building has become my hostage. Please refrain from any rash actions, or I will be very displeased.”
Just as the remaining students in the classroom began to stir, Zhu Suihan pressed the detonator.
Boom!
The explosion turned Junsha Law’s face ashen. Though she didn’t know exactly where the bomb had gone off, it signified a critical failure in their operations!
All surveillance screens flickered—the EMP was in effect—but thanks to the technical department’s extraordinary efforts, no major chaos ensued.
Zhu Suihan spoke leisurely: “Oops, slipped my hand. I won’t tell you the monitor spotted a student trying to cause trouble, so I detonated the bomb.”
“As for those hiding behind the screens, I’d like to show you a picture.”
With 3D Dragon’s control, an image was instantly transmitted across Junsha Academy’s internal network, appearing before Junsha Law and others.
A dimly lit room with students bound and unconscious, utterly incapacitated.
Junsha Law:
?!
“Technical department, initiate counter-tracking!”
Junsha at the console nearly hammered the keyboard to sparks.
“We have traced it. The data source is the security office in the teaching building. That person must have transferred the data to a mobile storage device and played it directly from there!”
“He anticipated this too, damn it!”
Junsha Law’s expression darkened as she studied the students’ pictures.
She recognized several faces—promising first-year students who consistently ranked at the top academically and in practical training.
They were the villain actors in this operation!
Her teeth nearly ground to dust.
“Darkness under the lamp, then the black eats black!”
Out of respect for the villain students’ covert activities, they hadn’t paid much attention to their “secret operations,” which gave someone the perfect opportunity.
The stealth of a ghost-type, combined with the pressure of a certain white-haired figure, plus luck at a fateful level—an unbeatable combination!
Forcibly abducting ordinary students might be noticed, but kidnapping villain actors? That’s another story.
Someone memorized the appearances of all participating students in just two meetings, then struck with deliberate planning!
“Riot squad, move out!”
“By the way, I don’t recommend you act just yet.”
Zhu Suihan’s tone remained casual, brimming with confidence.
“One set of bombs was just a greeting. Want to guess where the other three sets are, and why so few students showed up today?”
Joy Jing froze. If so many villain students had been rounded up by the white-haired monkey, why were there still so many absent from class?
“Suihan, that white-haired kid—the place he went to on the first night—what was there?”
Junsha Law grabbed a map, her face turning pale.
“A water supply pipe, and one of the main pipes facing the dormitory area.”
Her thoughts synced with Joy Jing’s. If so many villain students had been neutralized in the sabotage, why was there still such a drop in attendance?
The problem was the water pipe!
He wasn’t scouting; he was poisoning—and with a delayed trigger!
That’s why nothing happened those first two days—the poison’s casing hadn’t yet dissolved in the water flow.
The dormitory area was already incapacitated, and the rest were held hostage by bombs inside the teaching building.
Or rather, who knew if there were bombs still hidden in the dorms? They couldn’t risk it; they didn’t know if the enemy still had eyes somewhere outside.
Any rash move would mean sacrificing the lives of students on the other side!
Thanks to the technical department’s full efforts, they briefly regained a few seconds of surveillance from 3D Dragon’s control, glimpsing Little Fairy Milk hovering fiercely at the main entrance, gripping a pink-white rod.
Good. Not just bomb threats, but even blocking the exits was anticipated.
But as 3D Dragon cut off external network connections, the screen for the teaching building went completely black.
Jumping out a window?
Not exactly safe behavior. Maybe Junsha students could do it, but outside it was shrouded in white mist, hiding any safe landing spots.
Junsha Law took a deep breath. “Can we force entry?”
“Report: frontline says they can’t approach the security office—there’s a strange interference disrupting everyone’s normal actions.”
“Outside, Dragonair and Little Fairy Milk are extremely powerful. Our team is suppressed and can’t break through, plus Gengar and 3D Dragon are hidden, ready to ambush.”
“Report! Enemy Gengar is wielding a special device; Pokémon that touch it rapidly lose combat ability!”
“Report! Dormitory rescue team reports many students and Pokémon are unconscious but stable—no one in danger.”
Junsha Law quickly glanced at the inventory Zhu Suihan had taken, then inhaled deeply.
“Notify rescue teams to use awakening berries and sprays for treatment—they’re only affected by that kid’s knockout gas.”
How had she forgotten? Zhu Suihan was a genius researcher!
Modifying the knockout gas effect was easy for him.
No need to spray their faces—he could dose them heavily by hand!
“No wonder he took so many sprays.”
Junsha Law steadied herself. “What about the teaching building? Any progress there?”
“Rappelling squad entered the classroom for a decapitation strike but was defeated in combat and has become hostages too.”
“What of their Pokémon?”
“Neutralized. The enemy seems to be an extremely powerful fighter; our Pokémon don’t stand a chance.”
Joy Jing clicked her tongue, realizing there was no solution now.
Without a successful strike team, if this were a genuine terror attack, throwing in reinforcements recklessly would only prompt more detonations.
No—in fact, from the moment the poison was deployed unnoticed, they had already lost.
Joy Jing’s academy and Junsha Academy had both been outplayed by a quirky white-haired monkey!
Everything Junsha Law did now was just to use this case to find countermeasures, but the opponent was impervious.
Whether strong personal combat or powerful Pokémon, these could be compensated by numbers and coordination—there was no unique trick.
“So, our defenses have major flaws.”
Junsha Law shook her head. With limited personnel and no quick response, they truly risked failure.
Joy Jing stifled a smile to comfort her. “Don’t worry, old friend. This is just a possibility. Your real top brass haven’t stepped in yet.”
“Laugh if you want, you old rogue.”
Junsha Law sighed. “No matter the response, the kid’s operation has succeeded. If any student’s life is endangered, it’s a failure on our part.”
“Life lost is irreversible—we share the same view on that.”
Junsha Law surveyed the meeting room. “Then, let’s vote: do we conclude this anti-riot exercise as a failure?”
“Agreed.”
“Agreed, but I suggest holding a meeting for the students afterward, using this operation as a case study, and having that troublemaker be held accountable!”
The speaker gritted their teeth.
Joy Jing shook her head. At Junsha Law’s signal, she leaned into the microphone and tested it.
“Hey, Suihan, can you hear me?”
“The anti-riot exercise is over. The school admits defeat. You don’t need to continue acting.”
Inside the security office, Zhu Suihan removed his mask and exchanged hearty high-fives with his comrades. For those without hands, he gave a good pat.
“We won, everyone!”
This year’s anti-riot drill concluded “successfully.”
Winner: The white-haired monkey (Kada Jin).
Zhu Suihan rose to fame in a single battle!
(End of chapter)