Big Shot Ch.186

Chapter 186: Karma Never Misses (Extra 2)

Another year, another heavy snowfall.

Outside the villa, Fang Mo was smoking when he heard his older brother’s voice through the earpiece.

“Fang Mo, have them prepare the car. Go shower, change your clothes, and be ready—don’t waste Mr. Shen’s time.”

After giving the order, Fang Heng added a reminder, not too carefully but still with concern: “Mr. Shen doesn’t like the smell of smoke. Clean up properly. Shower. Don’t use any strong cologne.”

“Got it, bro. I understand. I’m super reliable now.”

After spending a year by Mr. Shen’s side—dealing daily with his silent, stoic big brother and the cold, ruthless Mr. Shen—Fang Mo had no choice but to shape up.

He also understood that his brother’s meaning was for him to drive personally—no bodyguards.

Where’s Mr. Shen going this time?

Fang Mo couldn’t figure it out, nor did he bother to think too hard. He stubbed out his cigarette, walked back into the villa, and began giving orders to prep the car.

Five minutes later, freshly showered and changed, Fang Mo saw Shen Xiu coming out and immediately opened an umbrella to approach him.

He greeted respectfully: “Mr. Shen.”

“Mm.” Shen Xiu responded as he strode toward the black vehicle parked in the snow.

Fang Mo walked beside him, holding the umbrella without daring to get too close, silently shielding him from the falling snow.

Ever since Shen Xiu had inexplicably appeared on the yacht that one time, Fang Mo didn’t dare have even one stray thought in front of him.

In Fang Mo’s mind, Shen Xiu was nothing short of divine.

When Shen Xiu reached the car, Fang Heng had already opened the rear door for him.

“Mr. Shen, please.”

Shen Xiu got in. Fang Heng shut the door, and Fang Mo closed the umbrella. The two of them entered the driver’s and passenger’s seats on either side.

Fang Mo started the engine and drove away from the villa.

Inside the car—

On the surface, Fang Mo was starting to look more and more like Fang Heng—quiet and expressionless in front of Shen Xiu, simply following orders without daring to think too much.

Even though he was dying of curiosity inside, he held back the urge to shoot his brother a look.

After Shen Xiu got in the car, he didn’t say a single word. The atmosphere inside was so silent that both Fang Heng and Fang Mo felt on edge.

Fang Heng didn’t know why Shen Xiu suddenly wanted to go out, much less where he was headed. He could only tell Fang Mo to keep driving forward.

No one knew how long they had been driving, when a cold voice suddenly broke the silence inside the car:

“Stop the car.”

The moment Fang Mo heard Shen Xiu speak, he immediately pulled over.

Fang Heng got out of the front passenger seat, opened an umbrella, and then opened the rear door.

Shen Xiu stepped out of the car, gazing at the vast whiteness in front of him. He raised his hand slightly and said, “Umbrella.”

“Yes, sir.” Fang Heng handed him the umbrella.

Shen Xiu took it and strode forward, leaving behind a single instruction: “Stay here.”

“Understood.”

“Got it.”

Under the streetlights in the deep of night, the falling snow looked blindingly white—almost eerie.

As they watched Shen Xiu’s tall figure grow smaller in the distance, Fang Mo let out a breath and muttered:

“Big bro, what do you think Mr. Shen’s doing—coming out like this in the middle of the night, with no one else, not even us?”

“No idea.”

Fang Heng’s answer was as terse as ever.

The two of them stood quietly in the snow, eyes fixed on Shen Xiu’s silhouette—until that figure disappeared into the white, without once turning back.

…

In the swirling, heavy snowfall, Shen Xiu held up a black umbrella with one hand. The large canopy shielded him from the falling snow. Dressed in a three-piece suit with a long black coat draped over it, his polished leather shoes stepped onto the snow-covered ground, leaving behind a trail of crisp footprints.

No one knew how far he had walked when his footsteps finally came to a stop.

He lowered his gaze slightly, his expression icy as he looked down at the man in front of him—a man with a haggard face, cracked skin, and clothes in tatters.

The man on the ground couldn’t see Shen Xiu’s face clearly. He only knew someone was standing before him—and that this person’s presence made the bitter cold feel even colder.

Even so, driven by a desperate instinct to survive, the man reached out a trembling hand toward the figure in front of him.

A faint, broken voice escaped his lips:

“Help… help me…”

Hearing that voice—a voice he hadn’t heard in so long—Shen Xiu felt a strange sense of disorientation, as though he were in another lifetime.

Indeed, it had been many years since he last saw him.

And every time he did see these people, it was always when they were on the brink of death.

With that thought, Shen Xiu sighed with apparent sincerity:

“I really am such a good person.”

System: [……]

As expected of Shen Xiu—so twisted that he could call watching someone’s pathetic death throes an act of “goodness.” The system had to admit—it was impressed.

But then again, those who were now crawling before Shen Xiu, reduced to this wretched state, deserved it.

“Help… me…”

“Please…”

The man on the ground, nearly frozen into a human popsicle, was still struggling in his final moments.

Shen Xiu stood before him, his expression indifferent. He gripped the black umbrella handle, his gaze fixed on the ground.

Beneath the thick blanket of snow were faint, fleeting traces of someone clawing and crawling in a final burst of life before death.

Shen Xiu knew those marks wouldn’t last long.

With the snow falling this heavily, in less than half an hour, all those traces would be completely buried.

No one knew how long he stood there watching, lips tightly pressed together, silent—until suddenly, Shen Xiu spoke:

“Three… two… one.”

“Over.”

The moment he uttered the word “over,” the crawling man on the ground exhaled his last breath.

“The last one. Good. All dead now. Cause and effect, karma never misses. Evil-doers… always get what they deserve. That’s logic.”

Murmuring to himself, Shen Xiu turned and strode back in the direction of the car.

The skills that had once made him “invincible” in fights across various timelines—he had first honed them on them.

Shen Xiu never expected that one day, he too would end up sneaking off behind his parents’ backs just to fight someone.

At first, he lost—often. But after enough beatings, as he gained experience, he was no longer the one walking away black and blue.

But he had school. He couldn’t always stay home. His parents, their house, the injuries on their bodies… these were all things he had no way to protect back then. Even now, as he watched each one of them die, he still couldn’t let go of the past.

But Shen Xiu knew—some things must be let go.

There were many things he could do. But there were also many things he couldn’t do for his own personal revenge.

System: […Are you sure it was karma delivering justice to the wicked?]

Not you subtly arranging it?

All those who had violently b*llied Shen Xiu and inflicted visible harm on his entire family—aside from the ones who had gone to prison—had, over the years, died off completely, one after another.

Even though, by the time Shen Xiu returned to this world, they no longer remembered who he was.

Still, the system couldn’t deny it—whether or not they remembered Shen Xiu, the damage they caused to his family was something that could never be undone.

Shen Xiu: “?”

He didn’t quite understand how the system could even question that.

But since it was his system, Shen Xiu decided to explain it.

“Lazy, dishonest, always scheming, gambling with borrowed money, stealing, killing…”

Expressionless, Shen Xiu listed their deeds one by one. After he finished, he added:

“According to criminal law… they got what they deserved.”

From childhood, they had harbored malice. No one ever taught them otherwise. And as they grew older, they constantly tested the boundaries of the law. People like that were bound to make one wrong step after another—it was inevitable.

So this ending didn’t surprise Shen Xiu one bit.

System: [……]

It didn’t know why, but it felt like Shen Xiu was giving it the runaround—but it had no proof.

Seeing Shen Xiu’s figure approaching, Fang Heng immediately stepped forward.

“Mr. Shen.”

He took the umbrella from Shen Xiu’s hand and walked beside him, holding it up once again to shield him from the snow.

Fang Mo opened the car door. After Shen Xiu got in, he closed it behind him.

Once the other two were also in the car, Shen Xiu finally spoke:

“Let’s go back.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Understood.”

…

In the car—

Shen Xiu thought of that corpse, then lowered his gaze and took out his phone.

He didn’t ask the system to handle it. Instead, he opened his personal account and once again transferred money to a few accounts he had long memorized.

System: [……]

If it remembered correctly, Shen Xiu had already transferred money to those people—those who had once helped his family—many times before.

Even though they no longer remembered who Shen Xiu was.

Since the money came directly from Shen Xiu, there would be no record left behind by the system. The recipients would only get a deposit notification—if that.

If they didn’t have banking alerts enabled, they might never even realize there was extra money in their accounts.

After finishing the transfers, Shen Xiu put his phone away and turned to look out at the snow swirling beyond the window.

Sitting in the front passenger seat, Fang Heng suddenly heard a cold, low voice drift into his ear:

“Good people… should be rewarded too.”

Fang Heng and Fang Mo: “?”

Why was Mr. Shen suddenly saying something like that?

Neither of them could understand, but as they glanced at Shen Xiu’s cold profile through the rearview mirror, they didn’t dare ask.

When it came to Mr. Shen, ordinary people like them were better off not digging for answers.

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