Heavenly Serendipity (Thanks to Six Peaks True Man for the Alliance Leader)

"Fuck."

In this unexpected place and scene, Ji Jue and Lu Feng both widened their eyes. After a moment of silence, they cursed in unison.

As they stared at each other's faces, they couldn't help but demand:

"How did you do that?"

Their voices overlapped, plunging them both into silence again.

All one could say was that fate was wonderfully inexplicable. But sometimes, it was a little too inexplicable...

For a moment, the two of them realized that they didn't even know how to explain why they had suddenly appeared here, or how they had caused such a huge mess.

"Excuse me."

Lu Feng noticed the blood dripping from his face. He raised a hand to wipe it twice, only to find that the more he wiped, the more smeared it became. Looking around at the chaotic corpses, he could only give up on making something up and shrug. "It was an accident."

Your Divine Power accidentally killed over thirty members of the Qi Family?

Why not say you accidentally tripped and fell on top of Missy when the cops raided a brothel?

"Who asked about that?"

Ji Jue rolled his eyes and stared at Lu Feng's hand. "I meant the gun."

This was an outright prohibited item. Though the Federation was open-minded, civilians were forbidden from owning automatic firearms. Even a license for a handgun required a Large Sum of Money to obtain.

Yet the identical repair bag at Lu Feng's feet was so packed with guns, long and short, that they were nearly spilling out. Ji Jue's eyes went red with envy. He had never even touched anything this badass, okay?

Lu Feng paused, then laughed.

"I ran up a little tab with an old comrade."

He said, "There are extras."

As he spoke, he Pulled out a handgun from the holster at his lower back, gripped it by the barrel, and handed it over into Ji Jue's palm—the classic [Hunter] model produced by Cosmos Heavy Industries' Sentry Group, a weapon that had served in the military for over forty years. Twelve rounds, total length 197mm...

The instant it landed in his hand, a flood of information appeared in Ji Jue's consciousness along with its heavy, solid touch. The entire pistol seemed to become translucent. Without even looking, every internal structure Enters his mind.

"Be careful. Don't break it."

Lu Feng said, "That's the prized treasure of our Airborne Team's elites, passed down from one generation to the next. I got into several fights with it when I retired with it. If I break it or lose it, I won't have the face to see my comrades in the future!"

"Is it that old?"

"It's older than I am. What do you think?"

[Hello?]

Ji Jue instinctively greeted it inwardly. There was no response, yet this resonant sensation was so profound—more lively, even, than any machine Ji Jue had ever encountered.

It was as if a steadfast, silent companion truly stood beside him, quietly listening to his needs. You gave the order, it carried it out. Other than that, it was silent as stone.

Good stuff. Unquestionably good stuff!

Ji Jue's eyes lit up. He put away the Screwdriver, swung up the Crowbar, and gave the Foreman two more blows to the forehead before finally raising his head to survey the Scenes around him.

His smile gradually vanished.

The good stuff was done. Now came the bad stuff.

It was like some kind of... dissection room.

A corpse that had not fully cooled yet lay on the operating table in the middle. Its fingers still twitched from lingering neural currents. Its belly had been cut open, all its internal organs gone... Beside it, the packing work in the insulated containers had clearly only just begun. Small boxes could be seen carefully packed away, waiting to be express-delivered into buyers' hands.

Unfortunately, the courier was already dead at the store entrance.

There was no way to set out on the road.

And there was more...

Blood.

It spread out from behind the massive shower curtain. No matter how many times it was mopped, the sticky crimson stains on the tiles could not be wiped away.

Ji Jue reached out, wanting to pull back the curtain, but he heard Lu Feng calling his name from behind, telling him to stop.

But he did not stop.

He simply lifted a corner of hell.

A machine resembling a sawmill stood there, its funnel aimed at a bathtub large enough for a lavish game... There was no champagne or foam inside it.

Only red.

An unbearably glaring scarlet, soaked from who knew how many mangled corpses, rippled faintly beneath the lights.

The entire basement was like an Assembly line.

A steady stream of raw materials came in, organs were stripped away for profit, blood was drawn to feed gluttony.

What remained—the worthless waste—was tossed together and sent for destruction.

The fragments of those corpses were piled together. A hollow eye peered out through a gap, Looking towards Ji Jue through the bloody water. In his dizziness, it Made him stagger back despite himself.

Someone caught him.

Lu Feng pulled the curtain shut again and patted his shoulder. "Those sons of bitches have been secretly kidnapping homeless people and solitary residents, the sort whose disappearances wouldn't be noticed, and bringing them here.

"They've been doing it for a long time."

"I know."

Ji Jue fought down the urge to vomit.

He had expected it. He had even prepared himself. The only thing he had not expected was... that there would be so many.

Dozens? Hundreds? Impossible to estimate.

So many people had died without a sound—murdered, cut apart, disassembled, and finally turned into chunks and disposed of... Yet the ones doing this were not even those hungry monsters.

There were more people, people who should have been no different from the dead, raising knives against their own kind.

Perhaps if someone had been lucky enough to escape, there would have been a few fewer deaths here. But if Ji Jue and Lu Feng were unlucky, perhaps there would be a few more.

Whether they lived or died, they were like Wild Grass trampled beneath someone's feet.

"Unfortunately, everyone here is just a bunch of small fry."

Lu Feng Sighed, Bowed His Head, and picked up the weapon-filled backpack from the floor again without even wiping away the blood. "Come on. Let's head out and see if the boss is around."

"Wait!"

Ji Jue hurriedly stopped him, sizing him up. "You're going out just like that?"

"Otherwise?"

Lu Feng rolled his eyes. "Should I take out a few red envelopes and go wish them an early New Year?"

"That's why Lu Ma always says you've got no brains."

Ji Jue couldn't help but sigh. He rummaged through the Toolbox hanging off him and pulled out two hoods. "Good thing I made an extra when I was making them. Otherwise, if we leave someone alive and get recognized, who knows how much trouble that'll cause."

"Heh, kid, you came prepared."

Lu Feng grinned as he put the crudely made hood over his face—just a circle of elastic cloth with two holes cut into it. He adjusted it twice and took a deep breath. At last, he looked a little like a vicious bandit.

"It's just this color..."

He frowned. "Why does it look like your long johns?"

"...To be honest, it was still on my legs half an hour ago." Ji Jue sighed. "So don't smell it, bro. I'm scared."

"That Ji guy, you fucking—"

Lu Feng was just about to curse when he froze, staring wide-eyed as Ji Jue Opened his mouth... and expertly clamped the surveillance cable he had just damaged between his teeth.

"Don't rush. Let me do a little trick for you—fuck, it's live!"

As sparks flashed between his teeth, Ji Jue's eyes rolled white, and countless images Rushed towards him!

Then, from the scrambled records, familiar figures Emerged.

"—Found them!"

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On the fourth underground level, the hidden garage was bustling.

The truck was almost fully loaded, yet the busy Transport had not stopped.

Standing beside the truck with her arms folded, supervising the entire process, was the woman who had nearly eaten both Big Ji Master and Little Ji Master alive.

Unfortunately, once she took off her sunglasses, none of her charm remained. There was only a terrifying scarlet red in her eyes.

A man with a fawning smile brought over a lounge chair. "Miss Zhu, why don't you take a rest? We'll be done here shortly—would you like some water?

"I'll have Xiao Li get it for you. It just came in today—"

"You talk too much. Has the third floor been cleaned up?"

Zhu Hong Looked back at him expressionlessly. "Move faster. Once this shipment is delivered, move all the other goods to Nanlu. Go clear out the people inside. We can't keep this place anymore."

"So soon?"

The flattering man froze, his smile stiffening. "Some of the equipment was only just moved in, and the people in the cages, transferring them will also..."

"Think it's troublesome? If it's troublesome, then forget it."

Zhu Hong sneered. "That mad dog from the Security Bureau wiped out Yi Qing and the Quancheng Gang this afternoon!

"Even Old Hu's personal guarantee and plea did no good. He said he'd kill the whole family, so he killed the whole family! If you think that Wang guy has Fortitude, that he's closer to you than your own father and will never give you up, then you can wash your neck clean and wait here. Or—"

She paused. A trace of undisguised chill Emerged in her smile. "If you're afraid of pain, I can send you on your way myself."

"..."

The man subconsciously took a step back, his expression twitching. "I'll order them to speed up immediately."

Bang!

During the Transport, a crate toppled over in a collision between two people. Scarlet liquid spilled out, and a dead infant fell to the floor.

In an instant, deathly silence descended.

Zhu Hong watched it all expressionlessly. The embarrassed man waved a hand, and someone from the entrance came over, dragged away the helpless transporter, and a dull sound Sounded.

Under their cold, indifferent gazes, once the cleanup was complete, the Transport continued.

"What's the point of raising so much trash? All they do is disgrace themselves." Zhu Hong withdrew her gaze. "If they can work, let them work. If they can't, dispose of them and feed them to the dogs, so we don't waste 'food.'"

"Yes, yes."

The man explained in a cold sweat, "That old woman at the auto repair shop really was unexpected, please forgive us... As for that Young man with a scar on his face, we've already found out where he is. I'll take people there right away. Tonight, I'll definitely bring him to you."

Outside the garage, in the silent stairwell, two masked men stared at each other...

A certain Mr. Ji Jue with a scar on his face was nearly breaking into a cold sweat:

Fuck, you bastards come with doxxing too?

Wait, today... Fuck, so that Old Bastard from yesterday wasn't with you guys?!

Ji Jue's eyes widened.

"Pfft." Lu Feng beside him could not hold back his laugh. Gloating, he was about to say something when the man in the garage continued, "But I remember there was another man in that shop. Older, with pretty solid-looking muscles, just a bit dark from the sun..."

"Black as a toad. Wouldn't bringing him back be an eyesore?"

Zhu Hong shot him a cold glance. "Take his blood, then dump the rest into the sea and dispose of it. Do it cleanly. Don't cause any more trouble."

"Pfft."

This time, Ji Jue was the one who couldn't hold back his laugh. Lu Feng glared at him. What the fuck are you laughing at!