Chapter 10: A Chance Encounter from Heaven (Thanks to the alliance leader of Liu Yue Zhen Ren)

"Fuck."

In an unexpected setting and scene, Ji Jue and Lu Feng both widened their eyes. After a moment of silence, they simultaneously cursed in unison.

As they stared at each other's faces, they couldn't help but ask:

"How did you manage this?"

Their voices overlapped, causing both of them to fall into silence once more.

One could only say that fate is truly mysterious. But sometimes, it’s a bit too mysterious...

For a moment, the two of them suddenly realized that neither knew how to explain to the other why they had suddenly appeared here, or how they had caused such a huge mess.

"Sorry."

Lu Feng noticed the fresh blood dripping from his face, raised his hand to wipe it twice, but found it only smeared more. Looking around at the chaotic pile of corpses, he could only give up on making excuses and shrugged: "Just an accident."

You mean you accidentally killed over thirty members of the Qi family with your innate divine strength?

Why didn't you just lie on top of a lady during a police vice raid and say you just accidentally tripped?

"Who asked you about that?"

Ji Jue rolled his eyes, staring at Lu Feng's hands: "I'm talking about the gun."

This thing was an out-and-out contraband item. Although the Federation was open, it prohibited citizens from owning fully automatic firearms, and even a permit for a handgun required a large sum of money to obtain.

Yet, in the identical maintenance kit at Lu Feng's feet, it was so full of long and short guns that it was practically overflowing. Ji Jue was incredibly jealous; he hadn't even touched such badass gear before, okay?

Lu Feng was stunned, then started to laugh.

"Borrowed some credit from a comrade-in-arms."

He said: "There's more."

As he spoke, he pulled a handgun from the holster at his lower back, grabbed the barrel, and handed it over. It landed in Ji Jue's hand—a classic product of the Sentinel Group under Universal Heavy Industries, a legendary model [Hunter] with over forty years of military service history, a twelve-round magazine, and a total length of 197mm...

The moment he took hold of it, a massive amount of information appeared in Ji Jue's consciousness along with the heavy tactile sensation. The entire handgun seemed to become semi-transparent; without needing to stare, every internal structure was reflected in his mind.

"Be careful, don't break it."

Lu Feng said: "That's a prized weapon of our airborne squad, passed down from generation to generation. I fought several people just to keep it when I retired. If you break it or lose it, I won't have the face to see my comrades in the future!"

"Is it very old?"

"Older than me, what do you think?"

[Hello?]

Ji Jue subconsciously asked inside, receiving no response, but the sense of resonance was so profound, even more vivid than any machine Ji Jue had ever seen.

It was as if a truly steadfast and resolute companion was right beside him, quietly listening to his needs. You command, he executes; other than that, silent as stone.

Good stuff, absolutely good stuff!

Ji Jue's eyes lit up. He put away his screwdriver, swung his crowbar to land two more hits on the foreman's forehead, and only then did he finally look up to survey the scene around him.

His smile gradually faded.

The good stuff was seen, now the bad stuff had arrived.

It was like... an anatomy lab.

On the operating table in the middle lay a corpse that hadn't fully cooled yet, its fingers still twitching from residual neural currents. It had been gutted, all its internal organs gone... and in the insulated box right next to it, the packing work was clearly only half-finished. One could see the small, carefully packed boxes waiting for express delivery to the buyers.

It was just a pity that the courier had already died at the shop entrance.

Unable to set off on the journey.

And there was more...

Blood.

It spread from behind the giant shower curtain. No matter how many times it was cleaned with a mop, the sticky red stains on the tiles could not be wiped away.

Ji Jue reached out, wanting to pull the curtain back, but heard Lu Feng's voice behind him calling his name, telling him to stop.

But he didn't stop.

Just like that, he lifted a corner of hell.

A piece of equipment like a wood chipper had its funnel aimed at a bathtub in front of it, large enough for a decadent game... there was no champagne or foam in there.

Only red.

An overly piercing scarlet, soaked through from who knows how many shredded corpses, rippling slightly under the reflection of the lights.

The entire basement was like an assembly line.

A steady stream of materials was sent in, organs stripped, money earned, blood extracted to feed the gluttons.

The remaining waste with no value was thrown together, awaiting destruction.

The fragments of those corpses were piled together. A hollow eye peeked out from a gap, looking at Ji Jue across the blood, making him stagger and retreat in a dizzy spell.

He was caught.

The curtain was pulled back by Lu Feng, who patted his shoulder: "These sons of bitches, secretly kidnapping homeless people and loners, people who wouldn't be noticed if they went missing, to come here.

It's been going on for quite a while."

"I know."

Ji Jue suppressed the urge to vomit.

He had expected it long ago; in fact, he was already prepared. The only thing he hadn't expected was... that there would be so many.

Dozens? Hundreds? Hard to estimate.

So many people had died silently, killed, cut up, decomposed, and finally turned into scraps and disposed of... yet the ones doing the work here weren't even those hungry monsters.

There were even more people who should have been like the victims, picking up knives against their own kind.

Perhaps if someone were lucky enough to run away, the number of people dying here could be fewer. But if Ji Jue and his companion were unlucky, then the number of people dying here might be just a little bit higher.

Whether living or dead, they were all like trampled weeds.

"Too bad, these are all just small fries."

Lu Feng sighed, lowered his head to pick up the backpack full of weapons from the floor, not even wiping off the blood: "Let's go, let's go out and see if the leader is there."

"Wait!"

Ji Jue hurriedly stopped him, looking at his appearance: "You're going out like this?"

"Otherwise?"

Lu Feng rolled his eyes and retorted: "Should I take a few more red envelopes out to wish them an early New Year?"

"That's why Lu Ma always says you have no brains."

Ji Jue couldn't help but sigh, rummaging through the toolbox hanging on him to find two masks: "It's a good thing I prepared an extra one when I made them, otherwise if we left a live witness and got recognized, I don't know how much trouble it would be."

"Hey, you kid, you're well-prepared."

Lu Feng grinned and hung the mask—which was crudely made, just a circle of elastic fabric with two holes cut in it—over his face. He adjusted it twice and took a deep breath; he finally looked a bit like a ruthless bandit:

"It's just this color..."

He frowned: "Why does it look like your pair of long johns?"

"...To be honest, it was on my legs half an hour ago." Ji Jue sighed: "So, don't smell it, brother, I'm scared."

"You surnamed Ji, you fucking—"

Lu Feng was just about to curse, but then he got stuck, watching helplessly as Ji Jue opened his mouth... and skillfully bit into the surveillance cable he had just destroyed.

"Don't rush, let me pull a stunt for you—holy shit, it's live!"

Accompanied by electric sparks flashing between his teeth, Ji Jue's eyes rolled back, and countless images rushed toward him!

Then, from the chaotic records, a familiar figure emerged.

"—Found them!"

On the fourth basement level, in a hidden garage, it was busy.

The truck was almost full, and the busy loading hadn't stopped.

Right by the truck, with her arms crossed, supervising the entire process, was the very woman who had once almost eaten both Master Ji and Little Master Ji dry.

It was just a pity that after she took off her sunglasses, there was no more charm; her eyes held only a chilling scarlet.

A man with a fawning smile brought over a lounge chair: "Miss Zhu, please take a rest, we'll be done here soon—would you like some water?

I'll have Little Li go get you some, he just arrived today—"

"You talk too much, is the third floor all cleared out?"

Zhu Hong looked back, expressionless: "Be quick. After this shipment is sent, move all the other goods to the South Foothills. You go clear out the people inside; this place can't be kept anymore."

"So soon?"

The sycophantic man was stunned, his smile stiffening: "Some equipment was just moved in, and those people in the cages, transferring them is also..."

"Afraid of trouble? If you're afraid of trouble, then forget it."

Zhu Hong sneered: "That mad dog from the Anquan Bureau already wiped out the Yiqing and Quancheng gangs this afternoon!

Even Old Hu calling to vouch for them was useless; he said he'd kill the whole family, and he killed the whole family! If you think that guy surnamed Wang is a tough nut who's closer to you than your own father and definitely won't sell you out, you can also wash your neck and wait here, or—"

She paused, a hint of undisguised coldness appearing in her smile: "If you're afraid of pain, I can also help you on your way."

"..."

The man subconsciously took a step back, his expression twitching: "I'll order them to speed up immediately."

Bang!

During the loading, a box tipped over in a collision between two people, scarlet spilled out, and a dead infant fell out.

In an instant, dead silence descended.

Zhu Hong stared at all this expressionlessly. The man who couldn't keep his face straight waved his hand, and people from the entrance walked up to drag the flustered loader away. A muffled sound rang out.

Under her cold gaze, after the cleanup, the loading continued.

"What's the use of raising so much trash? Only good for losing face." Zhu Hong withdrew her gaze: "If they can work, let them work; if they can't, dispose of them and feed them to the dogs, so as not to waste 'food'."

"Yes, yes."

The man, sweating profusely, defended himself: "That old woman at the auto repair shop was indeed unexpected, please forgive me... As for that young man with the scar on his face, we've already found out where he is. I'll take people to get him immediately; I'll definitely bring him to you tonight."

And just outside the garage, in the silent stairwell, two masked men looked at each other...

A certain Mr. Ji with a scar on his face was already breaking into a cold sweat:

Damn it, you bunch of dogs, how are you still doing background checks?

Wait, today... fuck, so that old geezer from yesterday wasn't with you guys?!

Ji Jue widened his eyes.

"Pfft." Lu Feng next to him couldn't hold back his laughter, gloating. Just as he was about to say something, he heard the man accompanying them in the garage continue: "But I remember there was another man in that shop, older, his muscles looked very tight, just a bit tanned..."

"Black as a toad, is he an eyesore to bring back?"

Zhu Hong looked over coldly: "Take his blood, throw the rest into the sea to dispose of it. Do it cleanly, don't cause any more trouble."

"Pfft."

This time it was Ji Jue who couldn't help but laugh out loud. Lu Feng glared at him: What the hell are you laughing at!

This chapter title, hehe... from the first day I came to Qidian, it was the example name in the new chapter creation section. I bet Qidian never thought anyone would actually use this name, right?