Chapter 544 The Climax of the Second Phase is Here
It was already 1 AM.
An hour had crawled by since Bethany hit up Tyler.
Suddenly, the quiet night exploded with the roar of engines as a pack of sports cars tore down the street!
Tyler was in the lead, rolling up with his crew of loaded buddies, making one hell of an entrance.
The cars screeched to a halt right in front of the Rigal Distric Stadium.
Tyler and his friends got out of the cars.
Immediately, other rich kids came up to flatter him:
"Mr. Young, how's the arm? Ryder's just some nobody from Houston, acting like he's top shelf. Who does he think he is, messing with you? Dude's got a death wish!"
"Let's not dwell on that. Tonight's all about ghost hunting for Mr. Young! Just thinking about it's got me hyped!"
"Damn right, we're here to help Mr. Young blow off some steam!"
Tyler was very pleased with his status and prestige among these rich kids.
He said in a deep voice, "This haunted stadium thing—I bet it's Brent and Ryder's doing! When we go in, feel free to mess with those pretending to be ghosts. If you get into any trouble, I'll handle it!"
The rich kids all threw him a thumbs-up, grinning. "Mr. Young, you're the man!"
And with that, they strutted in like they owned the place.
The north wind was howling, and it was a bit cold.
Because there were no lighting facilities inside, they had to use their phone flashlights for illumination.
Walking on the muddy path, many of the rich kids started to feel scared.
One of them piped up, "Come on, ghosts aren't real!"
He clenched his teeth, trying to score brownie points with Tyler, and took the lead.
Tyler gave him an approving nod. "Maurice, your family's in construction supplies, right? Consider the Rigal Sports Complex contract yours."
The kid beamed. "Awesome! Thanks, Mr. Young!"
Seeing this, the other rich kids also eagerly tried to impress.
For a moment, they were all full of enthusiasm!
But then—
"What's that light up ahead?" someone asked.
The rich kids all looked over.
They saw a flickering light not far ahead.
The color was a bit green.
Was it fire?
Someone suddenly shouted, "Fuck, could it be ghost fire?"
Tyler was startled. "What are you yelling about? There's no such thing as ghost fire! You're scaring yourself!"
Immediately, a rich kid echoed, "Mr. Young is right, we're here to catch those pretending to be ghosts! What's there to be afraid of!"
"Yeah, let's go, what's there to be afraid of, there are so many of us!"
"Right, I want to go up and see what kind of idiot it is."
The rich kids, talking as they went, boldly walked forward.
They got closer and closer to the green flame!
First glance, it wasn't some ghostly apparition—it was a woman, kneeling by the roadside, burning photos.
Her long, tangled hair hid her face, and she was dressed in all white, like someone in mourning.
In front of her, flames flickered, consuming the photos, some only half-burned.
The rich kids were confused but also weirdly relieved.
Tyler impatiently shouted, "What are you doing up there? This is a construction site! If you wanna burn stuff, do it at home! Where the hell are the security guards?"
As soon as the words left his mouth, Tyler felt a chill creep up his spine.
When they'd come in, the place had been deserted—not a single guard or worker in sight.
Were they all asleep on the job?
But the woman didn't even flinch. She just kept tossing the photos into the flames, one by one, like she hadn't heard a thing.
"Hey, bitch! You hear Mr. Young talking to you? Or are you just ignoring us?" one of the rich kids snapped.
He strode over and gave the woman a hard kick while she was crouched there, burning the photos.
Finally, she reacted.
Her head tilted up slowly, and she fixed him with a stare. Her voice was hollow, almost otherworldly. "You need something?"
That's when he got a good look at her face.
Her eyes were wide open, but they were pure white—no pupils, nothing.
The eerie green firelight flickered in those blank, white eyes, and it was downright bone-chilling!
As the smoke cleared, the kid saw the woman's once hot face shrivel up and turn into a freakin' skull!
"Holy crap, it's a ghost!" The kid freaked out, bolting back to Tyler. "Mr. Young, this place is legit haunted—I'm outta here!"
With that, he took off like a bat out of hell, tripping and tumbling but not stopping for a second.
Meanwhile, Tyler and the other rich kids watched him run away.
Tyler frowned and cursed, "Coward!"
But when they turned back to the woman, something weird happened.
She was gone.
Only the fire was still there, burning steadily.
The truth? While the rich kids were distracted, the long-haired woman had slipped behind a dirt pile and disappeared.
She sent a message in the WhatsApp group: "Ryder, Clara has successfully completed the mission! And I even scared off one of the rich kids!"
As soon as she sent it, the subordinates in the WhatsApp group responded:
"Clara is amazing!"
"Clara is amazing!"
"Clara is amazing!"
Ryder also sent a thumbs-up emoji.
Then he instructed, "The climax of the second phase is coming, all departments get ready!"
"Roger that!"
"Roger that!"
"Roger that!"
As for Tyler and the rich kids, they looked at each other and saw a hint of fear in each other's eyes.
What did that guy see that scared him off?
And where did that long-haired woman go?
A cold wind blew through!
The rich kids felt goosebumps all over their bodies!
Tyler coughed and said, "What's there to be afraid of? Do you really believe in this ghost nonsense? I've done so many bad things, and I've never seen a ghost come to get revenge on me! This is clearly someone pretending to be a ghost to mess with us during the construction!"
The rich kids nodded.
That seemed to make some sense.
Yes, they messed with people, but they'd never gone that far—no one had died because of them.
But Tyler? That guy was on another level. Rumor had it he was tied to the underworld and had even taken out a few women in some shady brothels.
If vengeful spirits were real, Tyler would be the first target, not them.
So they hurried after Tyler to the workers' rest area.
With dozens of people around, they figured they'd feel a lot safer.
The night was very quiet, with only the sound of their footsteps.
After a while, they finally reached the workers' rest area.
They knocked on the door.
No response.
Knocked again.
Still no response.
Tyler roared, "Kick the doors in!"
They busted into the first room.
Empty.
Second room.
Nothing.
Third room.
Still no one. Every single room was deserted.
Then, out of nowhere, they heard it—a dog barking. "Woof, woof."
The next second, a black Doberman charged into the crowd, biting anyone it could!
The rich kids had never experienced anything like this.
They screamed and cried, creating chaos.
A gunshot rang out.
The Doberman was shot in the head and fell to the ground.
Tyler put the handgun back in his pocket.
With a look of disdain, he said, "What are you all screaming about? It's just a dog!"
The rich kids wiped the sweat from their foreheads and gathered around Tyler.
"Mr. Young, you're amazing, you even have a gun!"
"With a gun, even if there are ghosts, they won't stand a chance against us!"
"Yeah, Mr. Young is the best."
This time, Tyler didn't feel satisfied with the rich kids' flattery; instead, he felt a bit uneasy.
This Doberman was a gift he had given to Bethany, and it was usually very gentle. Why was it acting crazy and biting people today?
And where were Bethany and the others?
Suddenly, a haunting melody drifted in from the distance.
Tyler and the group moved toward it, their footsteps crunching on the paper-strewn ground.
They were halfway there when a fierce gust of wind kicked up, swirling sand and paper around them.
Everyone instinctively shut their eyes against the chaos.
After about thirty seconds, the wind died down, and they opened their eyes.
Several of the rich kids screamed, "Holy crap! Bodies! There are so many dead people!"
Tyler's eyes narrowed.
Lining both sides of the road were countless bodies, sprawled out and lifeless.
On closer inspection, they were the workers from the Young family's construction company!
As the sweet, cloying scent of perfume wafted through the air, the workers' faces began to twist and distort grotesquely!
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