Chapter 32: Asking for Directions While Killing

"Don't even think about getting me to tell you! I won't say a word! I could never betray Boss Wang Kensen!"

At the critical moment, the horse-faced professional closed his eyes, putting on a look of martyrdom.

"Oh, that's fine. Do you want some barbecue?" Ye Lin tilted his head and asked, like an innocent boy next door.

"Bar... barbecue?" The horse-faced professional was stunned, seemingly not expecting Ye Lin to suddenly ask such a thing.

After all, no matter how you looked at the situation, it had nothing to do with barbecue.

Hearing this, Ye Lin revealed a kind smile.

Then, with a swift stroke of his blade, he sliced a piece of meat, half-fat and half-lean, from the horse-faced professional's body. The man opened his mouth, about to let out a shrill scream, but Ye Lin had already dislocated his jaw.

Ye Lin snapped his fingers, and purple-red karmic fire burned fiercely, quickly charring the piece of meat until it was black and emitted a burnt smell.

"Sorry, I'm not very good at grilling; it's a bit burnt. But it doesn't matter—there's plenty of meat on you, so I'm sure I'll get better at it after a few more tries."

After saying this, Ye Lin popped the man's jaw back into place. The horse-faced professional was trembling like chaff in the wind; only then did he understand what Ye Lin meant by "barbecue"!

"Devil! You're a devil!"

Seeing Ye Lin about to feed that charred piece of meat into his mouth, the horse-faced professional completely broke down.

"I'll talk! I'll talk! I'll tell you everything!"

Seeing that Ye Lin still didn't intend to stop and was making a move to shove the meat into his mouth, the man spilled everything he knew like beans from a bamboo tube.

"Boss Wang Kensen should be busy 'chiseling a hole' with Sister Qian at this time, located in the center of the underground black market. The highest-level professional in the black market is Boss Wang Kensen, but I don't know what level he is! Boss Wang Kensen hasn't made a move in a long time; he was already level 48 last year!"

"'Chiseling a hole'?" Ye Lin was a bit confused.

"It means... drilling," the horse-faced professional explained, then tugged at his severed heel tendons to beg Ye Lin for mercy. "Please, just give me a quick death!"

Seeing that he had already obtained the information he wanted, Ye Lin couldn't be bothered to waste any more time on this man. With a swift stroke, he granted him a quick death.

Before the horse-faced professional died, a look of relief appeared on his face.

Afterward, Ye Lin set all the corpses ablaze with a single flame, destroying all evidence.

"Level 48, huh? That's a bit tricky."

Ye Lin frowned. If he went all out without holding back, he could probably only deal with a level 40 professional at most.

Wang Kensen was already level 48 last year; he might have even broken through level 50 by now. If he wanted to kill him, a frontal assault definitely wouldn't work. He had to find a way to ambush the old guy.

Wait! This might actually work!

Ye Lin suddenly realized that if Wang Kensen was busy "chiseling a hole" with that woman, he had a chance.

No matter how powerful a man is, his vigilance will inevitably drop to its lowest point at the moment of climax.

If he could seize the opportunity and appear at that critical moment, he might have a chance even against a level 58, let alone a level 48.

However, there was one prerequisite: Wang Kensen couldn't be a "quick shooter."

If Wang Kensen was a quick shooter, his plan would be nothing more than a basket of water trying to catch fish.

Once his train of thought cleared, Ye Lin resumed his killing spree.

This night was destined to be a bloody one for the entire underground black market of Qingcheng.

Ye Lin wove through the night, his footsteps light yet firm, perfectly embodying what a qualified hunter should be.

With the buffs from the 99-layer Life-Span Blade Technique and Dance of the Instant, professionals under level 20 couldn't even withstand a single strike from him before becoming souls under his blade.

As for those above level 20, it just took a few more strikes.

Ye Lin was like Liu Huaqiang possessed; anything living within his sight had to take a strike from him.

After hacking them down, he would casually toss out a Karmic Fire Burning Heaven, specializing in a one-stop cremation service.

Having hacked his way through, there wasn't a single corpse on the road, nor was there a trace of blood; there were only charred human-shaped imprints branded onto the ground, proving that someone had just been lying there.

It wasn't that Ye Lin hadn't encountered professionals above level 30, but facing a Forbidden Spell Master who was fundamentally unkillable and unleashed forbidden spells at every turn, even those above level 30 were helpless.

In Ye Lin's "life-for-a-life" fighting style, even professionals in their thirties would be dragged down with him.

Of course, Ye Lin paid a price. His body was covered in countless terrifying, lethal wounds; he was bristling with countless blades, spears, clubs, and swords, and covered in countless burns and frostbite. At this moment, Ye Lin looked like a vengeful Asura crawling out of the underworld.

Ye Lin hacked his way in, asking for directions while killing, but soon he encountered real trouble!

A professional as high as level 42 stood like a roadblock before Ye Lin!

It was a man, tall and burly, like a towering mountain.

His face was filled with murderous intent, his eyes flashing with sharp light. He wore a suit of black battle armor and held a massive battle axe, his entire body radiating a powerful aura that made one's hair stand on end.

"You really have a lot of nerve. It's been a long, long time since anyone dared to come to the underground black market to cause trouble alone." The man spoke, his voice low and powerful, as if it could pierce the soul.

Ye Lin stopped in his tracks. He looked at the man before him, a sense of vigilance rising in his heart. He knew this was a formidable opponent and he had to be extremely careful.

Looking at Ye Lin, who was bristling with all sorts of weapons, Zhai Xiuqi couldn't help but mutter to himself.

As a famous enforcer of the underground black market, he had followed Wang Kensen for a long time and had seen countless difficult and troublesome opponents.

But he had never seen a freak like the one before him. If these wounds were on anyone else, they would have died twenty times over. Why was this guy still alive after suffering such severe injuries? It made no sense!