From Thug to Idol: Transmigrating to a Survival Show

The boys were all shocked, filling the room with nothing but silence. The news had transitioned onto its commercials, but they still couldn't stop thinking about what was previously shown. "Lin Zhi Hong," Zeth muttered. "That's Lin Zhi, right? The Lin Zhi that was a trainee along with us?" he exclaimed. "It was his photo," Sehun muttered, also unable to believe the turn of events. "He's dead?" Jisung asked, his gaze focused on a faraway object. "I can't believe this," Akira said. "He was just my age." "What the heck even happened?" Jaeyong asked with furrowed eyebrows.

June also couldn't believe what he just saw. With that, he stood from the couch and went to his room, locking it as he waited for Haruto to answer the phone. Indeed, he had asked Haruto to eliminate Lin Zhi.

However, Haruto said that he was going to execute it within 7-14 days. So, why is it that Lin Zhi was now dead? At first, he didn't want to kill Lin Zhi since he knew that he could be the loophole in Laohu's plans.

However, June's mind changed after Grandma's death. At that point, he realized that Lin Zhi was even more desperate than Laohu. So, he decided to get rid of him.

Moreover, June believed that Lin Zhi and Laohu had a deeper relationship than what he knew from the surface. His early promotion in the gang and the fact that Laohu had kept him for the longest time was a testament to that. So, he knew that Laohu was going to be devasted once Lin Zhi dropped dead.

It was a bargain. A loved one against a loved one. "Hello?" Haruto finally answered the phone. "Haruto," June said in a meaningful tone. "Yes, yes. I'm in the police station.

Wait a second," he said before some scuffling sounds were heard over the phone. Then, after a few seconds, Haruto's voice became clearer. "I can talk now," Haruto said. "You're with Marcus?" June asked. "Hmm," Haruto hummed. "Your manager is also with us," he added. "Gay, was it?" he asked. "It's Jay," June deadpanned. "Oh," Haruto said. "Well, he burst into here and demanded a lawyer for Marcus." June sighed and massaged his temples. "Ignore him. He seems to be infatuated with your guard." "I can see that," Haruto said. "Well, I'm assuming that you're here to ask about Lin Zhi?" "Yes," June said. "Is it your doing?" Haruto was silent for a few moments. "No," he finally answered, confusing June. "Who did it then?" he asked. "No one," Haruto sighed. "It was truly an accident." "Marcus has been trailing him for the past day.

We usually gather our target's usual whereabouts, hobbies, and other details to make the elimination as quick and discrete as possible." "That was why I asked you to wait for 7-14 days," he explained. "It seems like Lin Zhi is keener than we had anticipated, though, as he noticed Marcus' presence right away." "However, Marcus continued his job, being extra careful to avoid getting caught. He followed Lin Zhi to a bar, and he got wasted. Then, unluckily, Marcus ran into him in the bathroom, and Lin Zhi recognized him despite his drunk stupor." June's frown deepened as he continued listening to Haruto's story. "Marcus didn't want to make a scene, so he swiftly escaped.

However, again, Lin Zhi seems to really know a lot as he trailed after him." "Lin Zhi chased Marcus on the highway." "The black SUV," June muttered. "Yes," Haruto confirmed. "Then, he overtook Marcus using the other lane, causing him to get crushed by that dump truck." A small smirk arose on June's lips. It seemed like his luck was finally working... ...or maybe it was just karma finally showing its course. They didn't even have to lift their fingers to eliminate Lin Zhi.

Instead, he was the one who caused his own downfall. "Thanks, Haruto," June said. "He finally got what he deserved..." "...while our conscience remains clear." *** A big-built man wandered around his penthouse, appearing to have seen a ghost. "No, this can't be," he muttered repeatedly, his eyes wide and bloodshot. He reeked of cigarettes and alcohol while a news clip played over and over again on his TV. He paused for a while, wiping his snot with the back of his hand before turning to the television. "Lin Zhi Hong, the driver of the white sedan, is still waiting to be claimed by his relatives—" "No!" he screamed, grabbing the vase from the table and throwing it to the TV, causing it to turn black and shatter into a million pieces.

Without the sound of the television, only angry sobs filled the dark room. "This can't be." "It really can't be." Laohu was in denial, so he went to his phone to look for something—anything that would show that Lin Zhi wasn't dead. However, as he scrolled through the posts of the accidents, he didn't find anyone talking about his brother—not even a hashtag that hoped for his peaceful rest. Instead, the cruel human world was talking about the handsome man who was involved in the accident. - I don't mind getting crushed by him. - Please.

We're all going to hell. - He's so handsome! - Lin Zhi was a wack job. I heard that the alcohol in his blood was very high, too. He could have caused a major accident. - I'm so glad that Mr.

Handsome is okay. - Wait, is that Jay with them? - The picture is blurry, but I think it's really Jay! Laohu felt his heart stop after he read those comments. Then, he clicked on the photos and zoomed into them one by one.

Then, his phone fell to the floor before his body followed. A small chuckle bubbled from his chest before it turned into full-blown laughter. "It's him," he said, his expression hardening. "It must be him." Laohu glanced to the side and saw a photo of June—one that had numerous pen and knife marks. It was something that Lin Zhi used when he wanted to blow off some steam.

Then, right by its side, was a picture frame—quite an old one that showed two teens standing side by side. Written at the bottom were their names. Lin Zhi and Zhilei. "My brother," Laohu muttered. "They have started a war."