The First Cut After Turning Dark Strikes One of His Own

As Luo Dian was smugly reminiscing about his great achievements, he suddenly noticed out of the corner of his eye that there was another figure in his office.

He was startled and turned to look, only to see a pale-faced young man dressed in black sitting on the sofa in the waiting area.

It was Hu Jiu.

The office door remained closed; this person's sudden appearance sent a chill down Luo Dian's spine. He gripped the dagger tightly, stared at Hu Jiu, and coldly asked, "Who are you?"

It's quite terrifying that someone could sneak into his office silently and without anyone noticing!

Luo Dian became alert without showing any emotion, his muscles tensing as he reached into the drawer under his desk and pulled out a large machete.

The fact that the person in front of him could sit on the sofa without him noticing shows that this person is quite capable.

Unlike the wary Luo Dian, Hu Jiu was relaxed, his gaze fixed on the knife in Luo Dian's hand.

That large machete was beautiful, with gemstones inlaid on the hilt. Unfortunately, it served more as decoration; it was thin and light, and if used for killing... it would probably be ruined after cutting down a few people.

Hu Jiu's gaze shifted to Luo Dian, and the instant Hu Jiu was stared at, Luo Dian felt a shiver run through the depths of his soul.

"Whoosh..."

Luo Dian hurled the dagger in his hand, aiming it straight at Hu Jiu.

However, a miraculous scene unfolded: the sharp dagger pierced straight through Hu Jiu's body, as if striking Phantom, and embedded itself in the sofa.

It's a ghost!

Before Luo Dian could react, Hu Jiu raised his hand and pointed lightly at the knife in his hand. The blade of the cleaver immediately vibrated, and the originally silvery blade turned pitch black, with countless things resembling the cries of wronged spirits appearing.

"What's going on?" Seeing the change in the machete in his hand, Luo Dian broke out in a cold sweat, a sense of panic rising within him. He looked at Hu Jiu in surprise, roaring hoarsely, as if the louder the voice, the more it could dispel the fear in his heart. "Who exactly are you!"

"Don't you really enjoy killing? I'll give you that chance. Go ahead and wreak havoc!" Hu Jiu's lips curled into a vicious and wicked smile.

"Damn it!" Luo Dian cursed angrily, trying to shake off the machete in his hand, but the knife seemed to be stuck to his hand, and he couldn't shake it off no matter how hard he tried.

Worse still, the blackness from the machete was spreading along the hilt towards his body, and when that blackness touched him, Luo Dian felt excruciating pain.

The pain was far beyond what humans could endure. Luo Dian banged his head on the ground, wishing he could faint immediately. However, no matter how much he struggled, he remained conscious, his face contorted with agony.

Immediately afterwards, the skin on his arms turned pure black, and this blackness quickly spread to his entire body. His eyes turned bloodshot, filled with savagery and murderous intent.

"Go, go and kill! Unleash your violence! Kill whoever you want!" Hu Jiu gave Luo Dian the order, and then a portrait appeared in his palm. The person in the portrait was Bai Jingjing.

"If you encounter this woman, please follow her instructions..."

"Boss?"

"What happened?!"

A series of smashing sounds came from Luo Dian's office, and all the employees on the floor stopped what they were doing and quickly moved towards the office.

It wasn't that they respected their boss Luo Dian, that they needed to be proactive and ingratiate themselves with him in situations like this.

This is all for making money, not for looking shabby.

People outside the office called out several times, but there was no response from inside; only the sounds of desks and chairs being smashed could still be heard.

Seeing that things were getting out of hand, a muscular burly man ordered, "Break down the door!"

Without hesitation, the others worked together and quickly broke down the door.

At this moment, only Luo Dian was in the office. He was holding a blackened machete and hacking at his desk like a madman.

Upon seeing this, the employees who had barged in were all stunned, and a sense of foreboding suddenly rose in their hearts.

Luo Dian, wielding a large cleaver, had bloodshot eyes and jet-black skin. Upon seeing living people enter, he immediately abandoned his chopping at the table and slowly walked towards the group of people.

"Boss, we heard some strange noises and were worried about you, so we came in. What's wrong?"

The muscular man who suggested ramming the door felt a chill run down his spine when he saw Luo Dian's strange appearance, and he even stammered.

He spoke as he backed away, looking as if he might turn and run away at any moment.

The others reacted similarly; Luo Dian's behavior was far too abnormal, and they were all quite frightened.

"Boss, you..." As Luo Dian got closer and closer, the muscular man in the lead managed a weak smile, but his expression changed immediately when he saw Luo Dian's eyes up close.

Without saying a word, he picked up a golf club that was lying on the office floor and smashed it hard against Luo Dian's head!

Luo Dian's eyes were filled with murderous intent. The muscular man had seen Luo Dian kill before, and he knew clearly that Luo Dian's eyes now looked like he wanted to kill!

Perhaps Luo Dian has gone mad.

The muscular man, not wanting to die, reacted faster with his hands than his brain, and immediately took action.

His sudden action left everyone else present somewhat bewildered, and even the muscular man felt a surge of impulsiveness. However, he soon witnessed an extremely horrifying scene.

His golf club struck Luo Dian on the head, but it was as if he had hit reinforced concrete; the club broke instantly, while Luo Dian was completely unharmed.

The muscular man gasped, looked at the broken cue stick in his hand and his hands, which were numb from the shock, and his unease reached its peak. Without any hesitation, he smoothly turned and ran.

Unfortunately, Luo Dian swung his knife at him from a distance, and the muscular man's head fell off his neck, with crimson blood spurting everywhere.

Warm blood splattered on the faces of the others, causing immediate panic. Someone shouted, "The boss has gone mad! Run!"

Before he could finish speaking, the blood-stained, jet-black cleaver came crashing down.

In an instant, several fine heads fell to the ground. The bloody and gruesome scene sent chills down everyone's spines. The marginal figures standing outside the office had already run away, shouting and screaming as they ran.

Those who were closer to Luo Dian crowded at the office door. At this point, they didn't care about brotherhood anymore. Based on the principle of "when encountering a ferocious beast, as long as you run faster than your companions, that's all that matters," they pushed a few people out for Luo Dian to kill, and the rest ran out in a panic.

Perhaps it was the sight of blood that made Luo Dian's eyes grow increasingly red, and the large cleaver in his hand grow ever darker, along with his skin, which became pitch black. This blackness was not the skin color of a black person, but rather like oil, as if a winding, thick liquid was flowing beneath his skin.