Chapter 24: This Goddamn Is the Greatest Fairness!

Jiangcheng South District, a high‑end villa.

Bang—!

The heavy oak door was smashed open.

"Miss!"

"Quick! Call a doctor!"

A few men in black rushed in in panic.

Yan Ruoxue's veil was gone, her face as pale as paper, her arms hanging limp.

"Get out!"

She shoved her subordinate aside, collapsed onto the sofa, and gasped violently.

The aftereffects of Blood Escape made her internal organs feel like they were on fire.

The middle‑aged butler hurried over, his complexion grim, terror‑stricken.

"Miss, how are you? What about A‑da and the others?"

Yan Ruoxue closed her eyes, her voice hoarse.

"They're dead, all dead."

The butler's eyes seemed about to split.

"Who did it? Azure Dragon Gang? I'll go…"

"No!"

Yan Ruoxue snapped her eyes open, her gaze filled with undiminished terror.

"It was another person… a… monster!"

A person?

Monster?

The butler froze.

"Get the artist."

Yan Ruoxue clenched her teeth.

She cannot forget, nor dare to forget!

"Handsome, right, make the eyes a bit colder…"

Half an hour later, a sketch was finished.

The figure in the drawing had sharp brows and eyes, exuding murderous aura.

Though only sixty‑seven percent similar, the spirit was sufficient.

"Dig three feet into the ground and find him!"

The butler took the portrait, murderous aura swirling.

"Hold on."

Yan Ruoxue pressed her temple.

"Miss?"

"Don't make a big fuss."

"Now the Official wind sounds like cranes' cries, investigations are too tight."

"And that person's background should be very strong!"

"If we act too boldly, we'll only bring trouble upon ourselves."

The butler paused, then nodded.

"Understood."

The villa returned to utter silence.

In Yan Ruoxue's mind, those eyes that seemed to see through everything kept flashing back.

That man… who on earth is he?!

Two A. M., Slaughterhouse.

Su Ming stood under the eaves, letting the gray rain soak half his body.

His intuition told him that the woman would not appear tonight, so he rushed back.

He slowly raised his hand.

Dimensional Reduction Warehouse—Open.

A thought flickered, and a Fourth Act Ticket appeared in his palm.

Under the Eye of Truth's gaze, the card in the Gray Rain instantly showed a layer of viscous gray mist on its surface.

"Sure enough, props get cut off in the rain! Temporarily ineffective."

Along with the Lightness from the Lightweight Binding Leg, the brisk feeling also vanished.

"Hehe—!"

However, Su Ming smiled.

He clenched his fist.

The explosive power of Source Blood surged like a raging river, without any weakening!

Permanently solidified, terrifying as it is!

Moreover, the Fate Pocket Watch in the dimensional space was unaffected!

That profoundly mysterious premonition remained crystal clear!

"Fairness? This goddamn is the greatest fairness!"

In a world shrouded by Gray Rain, all the strong who rely on external objects are reduced to their original forms.

And he, the Unique true god!

Su Ming strode like a meteor, charging into the basement.

【Crimson Throne】 quietly pulsed.

He didn't hesitate to throw the 【Lightweight Binding Leg】 and all the white items he had collected last night up onto it.

"Under the Gray Rain, these are all toys!"

"Why not turn them into my own power!"

The fleshly tendrils instantly devoured the items completely.

Four bottles of 【Source Blood】, obtained!

He directly tilted his head back and downed it.

The scorching sensation swept over his body again, and his muscle fibers cheered with excitement.

Power surged up a huge notch again!

"Hoo—!"

Su Ming, satisfied, returned to the house and fell asleep immediately.

Only by resting well can one get things done during the day!

Boom—!

At five o'clock in the morning, thunder boomed, and the Gray Rain abruptly stopped.

The altar refreshed.

Su Ming was startled awake, glanced at the time, turned over, and kept sleeping.

His plan for this morning was clear—

Buy chickens, feed the dragon!

Yesterday he had a quarrel with the Livestock Farm owner, and this morning the first batch of chickens would be delivered.

What's wrong with sleeping a bit longer now?!

…

7:30 in the morning.

"Cluck—!"

Inside the Slaughterhouse, Su Ming transformed into a cold, ruthless chicken‑killing machine, his hand raised and the blade fell.

Not long ago, the middle‑aged couple who owned the Livestock Farm drove themselves and delivered the first shipment.

He wasn't afraid of the address being exposed.

After all, that Liu Pangzi had long ago cooperated with these people.

An address can't be hidden; there's no need to overcompensate.

The slaughter area turned into a battlefield, and the black Dragon Egg greedily sucked up all the chicken blood.

【Hatching progress: 41%…】

【41.5%…】

【42.3%…】

Su Ming stared at the progress bar, his blood pressure soaring.

"Five hundred chickens, and it damn rose 1.3%?!"

He snatched the Dragon Egg up.

"You damn..."

"Damn, a pure gold‑devouring beast!"

"Who is the true master?!"

"If this continues, it won't work!"

Su Ming calculated his balance, and a chill rose in his heart.

He must change strategy.

He simultaneously used a machine to singe the chickens' feathers while pondering.

The reason he set up this Slaughterhouse

was not for money.

but for more blood, to hasten the Dragon Egg's cultivation!

Situations like last night's are rare and cannot be sought.

But the problem now is—

He has no money to buy these livestock.

Nor does he have enough time to finish handling the livestock, contact merchants, and wait for payment.

This is a dead loop.

In Su Ming's mind, the morning conversation resurfaced.

The middle‑aged couple now both feel anxious.

The arrival of the new era shakes everyone.

They guard a flock of chickens and ducks, yet they don't know what tomorrow will bring.

"Unlike me, they lack not livestock but market channels and a sense of security."

Su Ming squinted, and a bold idea gradually clarified.

"I'll provide the venue, the technology, the market channels…"

Then why spend money to buy it?

We could just set up a transfer platform!

Handle the livestock for them, then let them sell it themselves!

He only earns processing fees, and also lets the Dragon Egg suck blood!

Perfect closed loop!

Do it as soon as you think of it!

Su Ming pulled out his phone and searched for the Livestock Farm owner's number.

"Doo... Doo..."

The phone rang twice and was answered.

"Hello?"

"Boss Wang, it's me!"

Su Ming got straight to the point and explained his idea.

On the other end.

Boss Wang and his wife exchanged a glance, breathing rapidly.

The temptation... is too great!

They cut out the dirtiest, most labor‑intensive steps, yet can face the end market directly, doubling profits!

The most crucial point is—

At this critical moment, shipping is too difficult for them!

"Boss Su, you... what are you after?"

Boss Wang's voice trembled.

"I'm after stability!"

"Outside is chaotic; I need a stable supply of goods."

Su Ming had already prepared his reply.

"Do you want to do it or not?"

"Do! Of course do!"

"Alright, starting tomorrow, whatever amount I need, you find a way to pull that many!"

"Absolute efficiency!"

Perfect closed loop, achieved!

In the time that followed, Su Ming was drenched in sweat.

He put the freshly scalded chicken back into the automatic plucking machine.

Su Ming cast a plaintive glance at the black Dragon Egg lying calmly beside him, its pattern bearing a faintly pulsing purple heart.

"I've done so much for you; you should have a clue, huh!"

"When you emerge, if you're not awesome or don't perform well, I'll just stew you!"

Su Ming wiped his sweat and squinted slightly.

Relying only on this is still too slow.

He needs...

Even bigger prey!