Ambush in the Dark

Squeak squeak~

Sheds built by cutting wood inevitably harbor various insects within the rough lumber.

In the dead of night, they become active, burrowing through the wood and making faint noises.

However, sometimes other things can cause the wood to make similar sounds.

Inside a certain shed.

As the creaking sound suddenly stopped, Luo Heng felt completely bored.

Smacking his lips, he got up and grabbed the clothes by the bed.

He dressed amidst the rustling sounds, finally pulling up his pants.

"Haa~"

He couldn't help but yawn. As he walked, he yanked open the wooden door, letting the scattered torchlight outside illuminate the shed.

As if sensing being watched from behind, Luo Heng suddenly turned his head, looking at the woman sitting on the wooden bed, hugging a thin blanket for cover. He grinned, revealing several yellow teeth, "Tonight was good, you satisfied this master!"

"Th-thank you for your praise, master."

"Hmph, just don't be ungrateful like a few days ago, heh~"

As he spoke, Luo Heng suddenly let out a lewd chuckle, clearly conjuring some wicked thoughts in his mind.

Seeing this, the woman was somewhat frightened. She immediately felt her old, unhealed wounds throbbing. With a stiff smile, she hurriedly said, "Master, didn't you just say you had important business tomorrow morning?"

"...Indeed. Then forget it, next time."

Luo Heng felt a bit disappointed, but considering he was well-served tonight, he didn't dwell on it.

At least, not at that moment.

Watching the man stride away, shrugging his shoulders as he walked, as if anticipating something, the woman's expression gradually became vacant.

Two streams of tears flowed silently.

"Father, Mother, I really can't hold on here anymore. Why, why is it like this..."

She tightly pulled the thin blanket around herself, curling up her body. A low whimper echoed within, daring not to be heard.

The wooden door slowly closed in the night breeze, obscuring the only light.

When she looked up again, all she saw was profound darkness.

At least I'm still alive...

At least I have to teach that brat a good lesson!

Luo Heng thought resentfully as he walked home.

The so-called important business in the morning was to catch Du En and the others off guard!

As soon as dawn broke, he would block their door.

"Does he really think he's something? He should take a look in the mirror!"

"When dawn breaks and I see that brat leading the way out, don't worry about anyone else. I'll charge straight at him, land a couple of punches, and beat him severely, breaking an arm and a leg!"

"Hmph! Let's see if he dares to keep being so stubborn then!"

Luo Heng reveled in his plan.

Never mind the protection money, the main thing was to teach Du En a harsh lesson!

The more he thought about it, the angrier and more depressed he became.

He, a member of the mighty Blood Eagle Gang, was practically lawless in this area.

So, in the end, I'm just afraid of getting my fists dirty!

"That brat cooks feces all day, likes cooking feces, right? Fine, I'll go get two more buckets of real feces, and then I'll make him eat shit. Let's see if he dares to keep cooking!"

Luo Heng would never admit that he was actually intimidated by Du En's calm demeanor before. That's why he was getting more and more angry now. With a sudden turn, he was about to go get two buckets of stinking feces.

It was this sudden turn that made him see something flying towards him in his blind spot.

Was that... a dirt clod?

"Holy..."

Bang!

A fist-sized dirt clod hit him directly on the forehead, immediately splattering blood.

His eyeball shattered, residual shock and fear remaining.

Luo Heng couldn't understand how anyone in this area dared to kill him.

Didn't he know he was from the Blood Eagle Gang?

Didn't he know that offending the Blood Eagle Gang meant death?

Then, suddenly, he thought of Du En, of that calm face, those calm eyes.

Recalling it now, he was stunned to realize that Du En's attitude had actually been like he was dealing with a dead man, a corpse that could still breathe!

Luo Heng's mind trembled!

With his head bleeding and vision dim, his Magic Power, wavering in the agony of his consciousness, was unusable, rendering him powerless.

Death was gnawing at him with an unprecedented speed, causing tears to stream from one eye. From his still-intact mouth, words of pleading were squeezed out: "Sir, spare, spare my life! I won't dare again! Truly..."

Whoosh!

Bang!

Another earth projectile shot out from the shadows, directly hitting Luo Heng three inches below his navel. It pierced through his lower abdomen, obliterating his Dantian, his Qi Sea, his intestines, and his very manhood in that area, scattering them on the ground.

His remaining facial features froze, contorted in terror.

With a thump, the body fell, blood quickly pooling.

Luo Heng was dead.

Du En, hidden in the shadows, squinted his eyes and observed for a moment. Once he was certain Luo Heng was truly dead, he slowly retreated, melting back into the darkness and quietly departing.

Although there had been a minor mishap while searching for Luo Heng earlier, failing to find him at his home, careful observation of footprints and other traces had led him all the way here to this fellow zipping up his pants on his way home.

Eradicating traces and hiding in the shadows was preferable to a direct assault and killing him!

Without any unnecessary lingering, he turned and moved away from the scene.

Luo Heng, and his home, indeed held his wealth, likely quite substantial. However, Du En had no intention of searching for it.

This was because the Blood Eagle Gang was not to be trifled with. Their leader had a rather close relationship with the steward assigned by the city to manage the shantytown area.

While the stewards treated others with indifference, they paid a little more attention to the leaders of these gangs who regularly offered them tribute and gifts.

And even a small amount leaking from their fingers was enough for these gangs to grow stronger, become emboldened, and remain unshaken!

Although, generally speaking, a low-level member like Luo Heng shouldn't attract much attention, it was better to be safe than sorry. That's why Du En didn't do anything extra, to avoid leaving any loopholes.

"Besides, this corpse will likely end up in my hands in the end. Perhaps then..."

Stopping before the small courtyard, Du En glanced back at where Luo Heng lay dead, his gaze shifting slightly.

He quietly returned to his room, changed his clothes, and seized the time to cultivate. After cultivating, he would catch up on sleep.

It wasn't until dawn, when the Corpse Buriers went to work, that the Blood Eagle Gang's relevant branch learned of Luo Heng's tragic death and his corpse lying in the street.

Upon receiving the notification, the hall master, Zhang Lin, a spiritual field farmer who appeared quite simple and honest, was planting rice seedlings in the paddy field. Upon learning the news, he became enraged, his face contorting into a ferocious expression.

"Good, good, good! I never expected anyone would dare to provoke the tiger! Investigate! Go and find out! I want to see who dares to be so audacious!"

The reputation and deterrence of the Blood Eagle Gang, just like their name, were forged in blood!

At this moment, the entire organization was in motion. The gang members, who were already working in various places, were urgently summoned. Less than ten people in total, they frantically began their investigation.

They only had the morning off!