Chapter 19: Could This Be a Proper Altar?

Su Ming did not act immediately.

Like the most patient hunter, he calmly observed everything before him.

The mantis catches the cicada, while the oriole waits behind.

Now is not yet his moment to appear.

Su Ming's gaze locked onto the altar that emitted a pinkish glimmer.

Wealth and honor are sought amid danger!

First, check the goods!

Bzz—!

Familiar golden characters floated on that massive jade hand.

【Altar Number】: 9269

"Hmm? Over ten thousand, not bad!"

Su Ming's spirit perked up.

After staring at that trash for so long, it now seemed considerably more refined.

【Connection Signpost】: Extreme Bliss Demon Palace.

"Sss…"

That name, combined with that jade hand…

Su Ming's complexion suddenly grew a bit odd.

【Karma Overview】: A battle‑hardened Seductive Demon Queen, utterly weary of ordinary pleasures, who longs for a physiological stimulus that can pierce the soul and bring unprecedented delight.

"Sss!"

Su Ming inhaled a sharp breath of cold air.

"Huh? Is this correct?"

9269?

Love the six‑nine!

Could this be a proper altar?

Drought to death, flood to drown!

Battle‑hardened…

Fight what?

Those who understand, understand!

"I'm a gentleman, how could I possibly know these…"

Su Ming subconsciously patted his backpack, but his movement halted.

Something suddenly flashed in his mind.

"Unprecedented… physiological stimulation…"

"Hm?!"

It seems…

He really does have a way!

This round, a perfect match!

At that moment, the scent of gunpowder between the two sides grew even stronger.

Su Ming put away his thoughts and watched quietly.

One side had a crowd of about ten people.

Each swaggered, brandishing Steel Pipe and a watermelon cleaver, looking like street thugs.

Leading them was a bald man with a massive gold chain around his neck, a face full of flesh, and a fierce gaze.

The fellow moved with a fierce swagger, clearly having profited from the altar before.

The other side had pitifully few people.

Only four in total.

The four wore matching black bodysuits and didn't look like good folk.

Leading them seemed to be a slender, tall woman.

She wore a black veil over most of her face, revealing only a pair of ice‑cold eyes.

Yet from the exposed brows and contour, she was undoubtedly a beauty in the making.

"Stinky women! Don't accept a toast and then drink a penalty!"

The bald thug leader sneered and stepped forward.

"Got some nerve, huh? Daring to snatch our brothers' stuff?!"

"Hand over the goods now, and leave the good stuff on your own bodies, you! Let the brothers have a little fun, and perhaps we'll spare your lives!"

The surrounding thugs burst into raucous laughter, spewing vulgarities unfit for ears.

Opposite, the woman remained motionless in the face of the threat.

Her gaze passed over the bald man, coldly scanning the area, and spat out a single word—

"Get lost!"

The voice was crisp and unruffled.

The bald man's smile froze instantly.

"Yo, black eats black!"

Hidden in the shadows, Su Ming finally saw some Gate.

None of them are any good!

From the looks of it, it's likely the woman's four‑person squad that first grabbed something from the thugs.

But the thugs called for backup and gave chase.

At first he thought it was the usual scenario of the many bullying the few, bullies harassing a respectable woman.

But he didn't expect that the woman's side was the one who struck first!

"They're not soft persimmons..."

"These days, the world actually lets these people live even more comfortably!"

Su Ming squinted.

The situation in the arena deteriorated instantly.

"Shameless! Brothers, charge!"

The bald one was publicly humiliated, and, angry and ashamed, swung his arm forcefully!

"Kill the men! Capture the women alive! Tonight I'm going to take good care of her!"

"Do it—!"

A dozen thugs, like hyenas smelling blood, howled and pounced!

The Steel Pipe and the cleaver glimmered with a chilling cold light under the moon.

The battle was about to erupt!

On the spot.

Su Ming tightened his grip on the fruit knife, unmoved.

Chaos.

The more chaotic, the better!

The thugs, relying on their numbers, surged forward in a fierce wave.

But the woman's four were clearly not to be trifled with.

They coordinated seamlessly, standing back‑to‑back, instantly forming a small defensive formation.

"Snort!"

The woman's movements were as fast as lightning!

She didn't retreat; instead, she proactively faced the thug charging at the front.

The short dagger in her hand traced a silver flash across the night sky, precisely slicing the opponent's wrist!

The thug let out a horrible scream, clutching his bleeding wrist as he staggered back.

With the advantage, the woman showed no mercy, moving like a spirit cat, darting through the gaps in the crowd.

Each strike was ruthless and precise, targeting joints and vital points.

In the blink of an eye, two thugs were knocked to the ground, wailing incessantly.

Her three companions were also formidable.

A burly strongman lifted a Steel Pipe, roaring like a tiger, smashing the thugs so hard they cried out for their parents.

The other two roamed to provide support, focusing on the lower three lanes.

For a moment, the numerically superior thugs were forced into a step‑by‑step retreat!

"Useless! A bunch of useless ones!"

The bald thug leader, enraged and desperate,

He never imagined these few could be so troublesome!

He roared and entered the fray himself.

"Everyone step aside! Watch me!"

The bald one lunged forward with astonishing speed!

He kicked, striking the strongman's chest dead on!

"Bang!"

A muffled thud, the strongman seemed struck by lightning.

His whole body was flung two or three meters away, spitting fresh blood, unable to get up for a long time!

"Tsk! What a huge force!"

Su Ming watched clearly from the shadows.

That bald one had definitely been enhanced!

And... usually he's a practitioner!

The bald one's entry instantly broke the balance.

"Pfft!"

One of the woman's companions failed to dodge and was slashed in the back by a side‑charging thug, screaming miserably as she fell.

In an instant, seven or eight knives came down!

"Awei!"

The woman's companion's eyes widened in fury, trying to come to the rescue, but was tangled by more thugs.

The situation turned sharply downhill.

Soon, another companion was also cut down, fate unknown.

In numbers, the gap was still too obvious.

On the field, only the woman and the strongman who had been kicked away were still struggling to hold on.

"Ha ha! Little brat! I wonder where you can run now!"

Guang Tou sneered, stepping closer to the woman.

The strong man also rushed over at that moment.

The woman's eyes grew grim, her back pressed against an abandoned shipping container.

"Hehe, don't be afraid, brother will be very gentle..."

Guang Tou extended his large hand, covered in old calluses, and grabbed at the woman's shoulder.

But at that moment!

A flash of ferocity flickered in the woman's eyes.

She suddenly crouched, evading Guang Tou's grapple, and without hesitation pulled something from her bosom!

It was a fist-sized, constantly writhing, exuding a strong scent of blood Bloody Flesh Pouch!

It looked like a beating heart!

"What kind of freakish thing?!"

Guang Tou, the gang leader, froze, instinctively sensing something off and trying to step back.

But it was already too late to react.

"Die!"

The woman had already crushed the Bloody Flesh Pouch in her hand!