Chapter 16

But at this very moment.

But before…

Before the youth who looked like the Grim Reaper, a demon king of slaughter, their throats seemed strangled, unable to make even the faintest sound; the surrounding stench of blood assaulted their senses.

What had stimulated their senses before was the boiling of blood — this bloody scene would indeed send their adrenaline soaring.

But what was stimulating them now was their fear.

Because.

The ones who had fallen…

Were their own people.

The companions who had just been howling, swaggering about seizing territory — those arrogant companions — were now no longer breathing, lying on the ground in utterly wretched deaths. This scene, falling into their eyes, magnified their fear without limit!

The ones who had been casually slaughtering them.

Their identity.

Had instantly switched!

Now.

They were the ones being slaughtered!

The seventy or eighty corpses lying in a dense carpet, and the corpse of their boss, Big Boss Wang Tulong, seemed to be hinting at their future fate! An oppressive atmosphere drifted in.

Lin Yu.

Did not stop his steps.

"Kill him…"

"Kill this devil!"

"Otherwise…"

"We'll all die!!!"

A thug from the Heigou Gang, amid that terror, widened his eyes and shouted loudly, trying to bolster his courage!

As members of a gang, they knew very well what their fate would be — after all, their own hands were stained with who knew how much blood, how many lives. Even if they begged for mercy.

Would the remaining Tulong Gang thugs, whose friends had been killed, let them off?

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

Hoarse shouts, bellowed with everything they had, echoed through the bar!

Several minutes later.

Squelch!

As the sound of a cleaver slicing through flesh rang out.

The bar.

Fell utterly silent.

Drip.

In the silent scene, only the sound of blood dripping remained.

"…"

"…"

"…"

The Tulong Gang members, sprawled on the blood-soaked ground with no fighting strength left, widened their eyes and stared toward the center of the dance floor.

A lone figure stood quietly there, his frame upright; the clothes on his back had been torn open, slashed into quite a few wounds, his hair in disarray, blood ceaselessly dripping from the tips.

His delicate face was also nearly covered in blood, leaving only a pair of calm eyes, standing quietly in the center of the dance floor, gazing ahead.

All around him.

Were corpses.

A dense carpet of corpses.

Blood.

Kept dripping from his fists and cleaver.

"…"

Lin Yu lifted his head slightly and looked ahead.

The instant he had just raised his head.

"!"

"!"

"!"

Those Tulong Gang members, though clearly gravely wounded, acted as if facing a formidable enemy, constantly dragging their battered bodies backward, trying to get away.

Fear!

Deep, bone-chilling fear!

Clearly he was not their enemy, yet the scene before them was enough to fill them with fear and unease. He clearly looked like a fresh-faced rookie, a rookie no one had thought much of — yet in less than half a day.

He had become a demon of slaughter!

The Grim Reaper!

A devil!

Even Big Boss Wang Tulong, with his 6,000 combat power index, and the Red Pole of the Heigou Gang — both cut down by him in a single slash!

The Heigou Gang underlings who had attacked.

Almost all of them were dead. Of those who weren't, some had lost hands or feet, others were gravely wounded and collapsed on the ground, unable to move. Those who could still breathe numbered no more than ten or so...

Where did this Grim Reaper and War God come from?

They're simply devils!

Clang.

Under the gaze of the dozen or so surviving Tulong Gang members, Lin Yu tossed the cleaver in his hand aside, walked unhurriedly toward the bar, and sat down straight on a bar stool.

He pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and took one out, placing it between his lips.

"..."

But his hand paused slightly.

A moment later.

His gaze turned toward the surviving Tulong Gang thugs, and a somewhat hoarse voice rang out:

"Got a light?"

The hoarse voice echoed through the bar thick with the smell of blood.

"..."

"..."

"..."

*Gulp. *

One Tulong Gang thug, stared at, shuddered instinctively. Ignoring the pain in his body, he hobbled forward, pulled a lighter from his pocket, and directly lit the cigarette for Lin Yu standing before him.

Smoke.

Drifting.

The scene before them seemed to foreshadow who would truly be calling the shots on this territory from now on.

It also foreshadowed.

A ruthless figure.

About to rise in the underworld.

Manor.

Villa.