Forty Unconfused

Qin Chen circled around behind He Wu and simply watched him.

Suddenly, Qin Chen struck without warning, driving a fierce punch into He Wu's back.

A muffled thud rang out. The force was so immense that even the ground beneath He Wu developed fine cracks.

"Mm! He's definitely dead!"

Qin Chen shook his hand and spoke calmly.

He Wu: ???

Wait!

Was he even human? He was still going to brutalize a guy's corpse after he was dead!

This really wasn't Qin Chen being overly cautious. Wasn't this how it always went in novels?

Who knew whether He Wu had some way of faking his death?

If Qin Chen had approached him rashly, he might have ended up in danger.

Now that He Wu was confirmed dead, there was nothing to worry about.

Qin Chen crouched down and reached into He Wu's pocket, only to pull out a handful of air.

Without thinking, Qin Chen kicked He Wu again.

He just didn't like the look of him. That was the only reason.

He'd originally wanted to see whether He Wu had any more of the hormone he'd injected earlier, so Qin Chen could take it and study it himself.

The guy hadn't even given him that chance.

Qin Chen glanced at He Wu once more, then turned and headed home.

In his current state, he definitely couldn't go eat pork hock.

Otherwise, he'd 100 percent end up drinking tea at the Law Enforcement Bureau.

He had no intention of telling the law enforcers about this.

If He Wu had been an ordinary Martial Artist, then after being killed in a revenge killing—and after Qin Chen had counter-killed him—Qin Chen would have called the law enforcers to handle it.

But He Wu was a member of the Crimson Tide.

He didn't want to get involved with that organization in the slightest. At least, not for now.

It wouldn't be good if this incident exposed him to the eyes of that enormous Heretic Organization.

A Body Tempering Third Layer had fought a Body Tempering Ninth Layer, and in the end, the one who died was the Body Tempering Ninth Layer.

If they found out about this, it didn't take a genius to see that he'd be in trouble.

So it was best not to drag himself into this matter.

As for why He Wu, a member of the Crimson Tide, had died here?

That was something the law enforcers could worry about.

What could a nobody like him, a Body Tempering Third Layer, possibly know?

Before long, Qin Chen returned home, avoiding several places where he might have been caught on camera along the way.

As soon as he got inside, he changed out of his bloodstained, tattered clothes.

Under the powerful recovery effect of the Seven Injuries Fist, the granulation in the claw marks writhed and healed slowly.

But just practicing the Seven Injuries Fist a few times clearly wasn't enough to heal all his injuries.

Without hesitation, Qin Chen immediately continued practicing the Seven Injuries Fist right where he stood...

The night passed in the blink of an eye.

Daybreak came, and Morning Glow spread a faint light.

Many people had already begun leaving their homes one after another, preparing to face another day of toil.

Zhao Yong was a security guard at a residential complex.

In theory, people with jobs like his usually lived at the complex.

After all, they had to start work very early.

But, unfortunately, he'd just gotten paid yesterday and had some spare cash, which naturally gave him a few ideas.

And he was right at the age of forty, when one supposedly had no more doubts.

Even at forty, he still couldn't resist temptation.

So he went to see his favorite, Xiao Hong, and spent a wonderful night with her.

But after a night of tenderness, the blood-soaked reality was waiting for him once more.

He had to get up before dawn and hurry back to the complex.

Walking along the familiar road, Zhao Yong's gaze was somewhat unfocused, and he yawned every now and then.

He couldn't help it. He was already getting on in years, and he'd stayed up late last night doing the deed. Of course he was tired.

Suddenly, he saw what looked like a blood-red "person" lying on the ground up ahead.

He froze for a moment, but quickly caught on, a smile spreading across his face.

"So I'm still dreaming!"

"Otherwise, how would I be seeing zombies?"

The blood-colored figure lying on the ground looked almost exactly like the zombies he'd seen in movies.

How could someone like that exist in real life?

At that thought, Zhao Yong's expression immediately changed. He straightened his body, brought his feet together, and turned slightly to the side.

He looked just like an enlightened Taoist master!

"Hey! Under the broad daylight, beneath the bright heavens, you wicked fiend dare to swagger through the streets!"

"Let this poor Taoist capture you and uphold justice on Heaven's behalf!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Yong charged forward, but with his eyes still unfocused, he accidentally tripped over his own feet.

A sudden feeling of weightlessness swept over him, and he crashed toward the ground.

"Ah!!"

A shrill scream rang out. Zhao Yong immediately sat up, covering his nose as blood streamed from it, his face contorted in pain.

How could this have happened?

He'd clearly been dreaming. Why did it hurt so much...

Suddenly, it was as if an electric current flashed through him. Zhao Yong's pupils contracted violently, and he stiffly turned his head toward a certain direction.

After a few seconds of silence...

"Ghosts!!!"

"Sir! I really don't know what happened!"

"I was just going to work, and then I saw this guy lying here on the road. I don't know anything at all!!"

Zhao Yong looked at the man in a black uniform standing in front of him, his face full of grievance.

He was practically on the verge of tears!

If only he'd known, he wouldn't have gone to work today. He could've stayed at Xiao Hong's for the whole day and avoided this whole mess!

By now, several people in black uniforms had gathered around Zhao Wu.

Among them was a woman in her twenties, wearing white gloves as she turned Zhao Wu over and examined him.

After a while, she spoke:

"The deceased died after injecting himself with two doses of Blood Rage Potion in succession. He couldn't withstand the backlash!"

"Also, we found injuries from blows on his chest and back. Our preliminary judgment is that he sustained them while fighting someone!"

"Judging from his physical strength, the deceased was likely at Body Tempering Fifth Layer before his death!"

"A Martial Artist at Body Tempering Fifth Layer could reach roughly Body Tempering Ninth Layer after injecting two doses of Blood Rage Potion in succession!"

"Although a Body Tempering Ninth Layer achieved through external means is much weaker than a true Body Tempering Ninth Layer, it's still stronger than an ordinary Body Tempering Eighth Layer!"

At this, Li Yingxue's brows drew together slightly.

Judging from the scene, the person who had fought the deceased was definitely no weakling. Otherwise, the deceased wouldn't have been forced to inject himself with Blood Rage Potion twice.

And they hadn't found any sign of another person at the scene, which meant the other person hadn't died.

At that thought, Li Yingxue's gaze turned razor-sharp. She rose to her feet and said coldly:

"To kill someone openly in the city and not even dispose of the body!"

"This is a blatant provocation against our Law Enforcement Bureau!"

"Such a vicious, cunning criminal must be caught and brought to justice—"

"Captain, come take a look at this!"

Just then, a voice suddenly came from nearby...