I am a Big Player
Chapter 455 - 449, Full House (Third Update)_1

Chapter 455: 449, Full House (Third Update)_1

Playing the Turkish March also had its price. After Ren He played the Turkish March, the Divine Punishment System issued a task: "Task: Walk 10,000 steps within one hour, deadline 1 day, punishment for non-completion: host cannot fire a gun for 1 month."

The punishment was severe; being unable to fire a gun at such a time meant absolutely no guarantee of one’s own safety.

But in fact, Ren He was thankful for the Divine Punishment System at this moment because the task it had given was too easy to accomplish. It was as if it knew Ren He was in danger, so it simply gave him a reward.

"Thank you. You do have a human touch," Ren He sighed with a smile, but he received no response from the Divine Punishment System.

Although this Divine Punishment System always caused trouble, when it really came down to a critical moment, it proved to be reliable every time.

At this moment, Ren He held two Perfect Level rewards in his hand, giving him some peace of mind.

Over the course of this week, Ren He maintained a secluded lifestyle, spending his days in the Juilliard School of Music and returning home at night to rest, not going anywhere else.

He even imitated scenes from movies, sprinkling a fine layer of dust in the crack of the door to see if anyone had entered his room when he got back home.

Ren He didn’t know if this method was effective, but it was better than nothing.

However, one evening he heard noises from the room next door, the sound of doors being gently closed and opened. Who could it be?

Yang En? Or the U.S. National Security Agency?

Ren He couldn’t be sure and didn’t dare show himself at this time. Rather than take risks now, it was better to wait for Yang En and others to come to him on Friday.

Moreover, the likelihood that it was not Yang En was greater. Ren He felt Yang En had no reason to suddenly visit Yang Xi’s apartment now.

This incident served as another reminder to Ren He: the other side had not given up.

Now more than ever, Ren He needed to be cautious to avoid being added to the suspect list. He knew his identity wouldn’t stand up to a professional’s scrutiny. If he stayed out of sight, it was one thing, but once he entered their field of vision, exposure was only a matter of time.

At this moment, he was like walking on a thin wire above an endless abyss.

It was Friday, and after class in the afternoon, Ren He calmly carried a modest suitcase toward the performance hall, which was not far from the Juilliard School of Music and within walking distance.

Ren He looked at the surrounding crowd, suddenly feeling envious. The hot dog vendor beamed a warm smile, and a couple walked past him, snuggled close together.

He didn’t envy these people’s happiness but their ability to steer their lives at the moment, unlike himself, who had no control over where tomorrow would take him. Ren He also thought about safely returning to his country alone, after all, his identity was not exposed, but what about Yang Xi?

He had to carve out a path to survival for Yang Xi.

In this fast-food era of past and present, it was all too easy to say goodbye. Incompatibility could be a reason; the other’s poor family background could be a reason; the inability to provide the desired life could all be reasons.

And none of them were wrong.

However, for Ren He, the love he wished to compensate for in this life was not merely about sweetness. It was about truly being able to throw caution to the wind in this love affair, without considering gains or losses, without expecting payback, simply because he wanted to do so.

When Ren He arrived at the performance hall, the audience had not yet started ticket checking and entrance. Following the staff’s guidance, he went to the dressing room to change into the suit and leather shoes bought for him by Yang Xi. As he took out the clothes, his heart suddenly softened. That girl, who hesitated to spend a little more on herself, always bought him all sorts of expensive items.

Underneath the suit in the box lay the components of a sniper rifle!

Tonight was different from usual. As Ren He walked, he saw everyone as if they were sent by Yang En to make contact with him, but reality kept proving that he was just being overly sensitive.

He was very worried that no one would come to liaise with him after tonight. If that were the case, it would mean Yang En no longer had the capacity to get them out. There could be many reasons for this situation, such as the undercover agents being captured, leaving no one with the ability to arrange further evacuations.

What would he do then? What about Yang Xi?

Even as the performance was about to start, the person he was waiting for had not appeared. Ren He took a deep breath, locked the case, and then slowly made his way to the stage.

When Ren He stepped onto the stage, he himself was startled for a moment. The concert hall, capable of holding 2,000 people, was packed to capacity. Every single person was looking at him with eyes of anticipation and goodwill.

A full house was a rare occurrence under normal circumstances, and even the organizers were overjoyed. Typically, concert tickets would sell for around 28 US dollars, but Ren He’s were at 98 US dollars and, surprisingly, they were more popular than ever before.

This was simply a money-making tree! The organizers had already started considering when Ren He’s next performance would be, but what they didn’t realize was that this calm and composed professor on stage might soon have to start his life on the run. The prospect of holding concerts in North America, this was probably the last time...

Ren He looked at the expressions of each audience member and smiled gently. These were the people who supported him. He bowed deeply, cherishing the feeling of being revered and loved by so many.

As he bent down, applause erupted like thunder. For many, this was the first time they saw the real face of the "little professor."

Everyone knew he was very young, but seeing him in person made the concept clear.

The young man on the stage was like a unique star under the spotlight, and it was at that moment that some finally understood why the students and teachers of the Juilliard School of Music always praised this poetic-like "little professor."

One could only wonder what their thoughts would be upon learning that just a week earlier, this "little professor" had taken more than twenty lives with a sniper rifle, reaping them like the Grim Reaper.

Such a contrast would likely be hard for anyone to believe. How could the Grim Reaper be connected to the mild-mannered professor before them? Yet, this contrast itself was a form of beauty, an extreme, explosive, and contradictory beauty.

Ren He sat before the piano, and the first piece he played was "To Alice," a gentle and enchanting melody.

The second piece he played was "Canon," lively and clear.

The third piece he played was "Croatian Rhapsody," full of Stubbornness and hope.

The fourth piece he played was the "Turkish March," passionate and lively.

As the "Turkish March" began to play, the audience held their breath in anticipation. Yet, some began to wonder why he had specifically chosen to place the sorrowful piece last.

Ren He himself thought about it too. When he had chosen the fourth song, he didn’t know why he wanted to play the sorrowful third Chapter of "Moonlight Sonata" at the end rather than the "Turkish March."

Ever since he killed people, the melody of sorrow had inexplicably been echoing in his mind for a week; the heavy strikes on the piano keys seemed akin to him pulling the trigger in the blood-soaked night.

It was a feeling of blood burning, the dissipating sound of thunder.

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For the alliance leader king’s girl, an additional Chapter.