Lu Cheneng stood alone on the edge of the broken bridge, a pitch-black abyss beneath him. Mithril's left arm drooped naturally, the demonic blade stabbing into the rusted bridge at his feet. He wore no heavy armor, only a comfortable black combat uniform, which accentuated the inhuman sheen of his arm. The night breeze lifted the scattered hair from his forehead, revealing his bloodshot right eye, alert and cold like a lone wolf.
He made no effort to hide his position. He was the beacon, the bait, and the hunter.
Time passed minute by minute. In the dead silence of the ruins, only the sound of the wind and the whimpering of flowing wastewater could be heard.
Suddenly, a chaotic cacophony of footsteps echoed from the dark ruins at the other end of the broken bridge, accompanied by the clang of metal and heavy breathing. A dozen figures appeared at the other end of the bridge, fanning out. Leading the group, a towering figure, was none other than Marcus, the leader of the Black Snake Gang! The hideous scar on his face shone like a centipede in the moonlight, his eyes gleaming with bestial ferocity and a subtle hint of greed. Behind him followed the Black Snake Gang's elite thugs, each with bulging muscles and fierce eyes, wielding modified shotguns, machetes, and spiked steel pipes. They exuded the strong stench of sweat, cheap tobacco, and... a faint, cold, restless aura, the same source as the "Ark" signal.
"Lu Cheneng!" Marcus' voice was like a broken gong, echoing across the empty broken bridge with a condescending mockery. "You're quite courageous! You dare to come to the appointment alone? It seems that the lighthouse is truly deserted!"
Lu Cheneng slowly raised his head, his gaze like a cold probe, piercing the night sky and landing on Marcus. "Talk, or fight?" His voice was low, but clear above the wind, carrying a metallic quality without a trace of emotion.
Marcus grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth. "Talk? Of course we should!" He took a few steps forward, stopping a dozen meters away from Lu Cheneng, his arms folded across his chest, his attitude arrogant. "The lighthouse is a broken sieve now. The chaebol's dogs can chew it to pieces at any time! Guarding a 'key' (referring to Lu Qingyi) that could explode at any moment and a bunch of starving garbage, how fun is that?"
He extended a thick finger and pointed deep into the old city: "It's time for this piece of land to change its owner! Give up those resource points in the old city near the quiet zone! And... share some of your 'key' technology that can interfere with the 'Ark' signal! We, the Black Snake Gang, can 'help' you share some of the pressure, and even... leave you a way out when the chaebol bites!" His words were full of naked threats and greed.
Lu Cheneng listened quietly, the fingers of his mithril arm tapping gently on the cold hilt of the demon blade, making a subtle but clear "tick...tick..." sound, like the countdown to death. He waited for Marcus to finish, then slowly spoke, his voice still calm: "Is that all?"
Marcus was stunned by his reaction, and then became angry: "That's all? Lu Cheneng, don't be shameless! Do you think you are still the same 'Lighthouse God of War'? Look at your broken arm! I can crush you to death now just like crushing a..." His cruel words stopped abruptly!
Because Lu Chen's entropy moved!
Without a single sign! One second he stood like a statue, the next, his figure vanished like a ghost! The mithril arm shone with a dazzling stream of mercury, and the sharp whistling of the unsheathed demonic blade instantly shattered the dead silence of the night sky!
Fast! Too fast!
Marcus felt his eyes flash before a gust of cold wind, carrying the breath of death, rushed towards him! He didn't even have time to raise the heavy shotgun in his hand!
Swish——!
A cold silver line, like lightning under the moonlight, shot from bottom to top, from Marcus' left rib to his right shoulder!
Time seemed to freeze for a moment.
The ferocious expression on Marcus's face froze, his eyes filled with disbelief and sudden bursts of pain! He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but only a series of "ho ho" sounds came out.
Swish——!
A thin line of blood quickly emerged and expanded across his burly body! The thick leather armor was sliced through like butter, along with the muscles and bones underneath! Blood gushed out like a fountain! His body swayed, and his upper body slowly slid sideways along the smooth incision, hitting the cold bridge surface with a dull sound! His internal organs and broken bones were clearly visible at the incision!
Flash sale!
Clean! Sharp! Cruel!
The entire Broken Bridge was utterly silent! Even the sound of the wind seemed frozen! The ferocity on the faces of the Black Snake Gang elite behind Marcus was instantly replaced by boundless fear! They stood there, petrified, watching their once-arrogant leader being chopped in two by the one-armed man with the swiftness of a vegetable! In their eyes, that glowing arm and that mercury-shimmering demonic blade were like the claws of a demon from the abyss!
Lu Cheneng appeared where Marcus had fallen, his mithril arm drooping, the tip of his magic blade pointed diagonally at the ground. A drop of sticky blood slowly slid down the mercury-like blade, dripping into the dust on the bridge. His only remaining right eye scanned the terrified Black Snake Gang members with a cold glance, and his voice was like a cold wind from the underworld:
"Now, can we talk properly?"
"Talk...what to talk about?" The closest small leader with a scar on his face had his teeth chattering and could barely hold the machete in his hand.
"Who provided you with this 'medicine'?" Lu Chenshang's voice was low, but it struck everyone's heart like a hammer. "Those things that make you fearless and stronger. Source, contact person, delivery location."
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