The Mysterious Serving Exit on Bincha Street, Gaining Modification Points, Chen Tianren's Ruthlessness

The dancers gathered around the banquet table panicked. Hong Ling, dressed in a celadon qipao, grabbed the arm of the girl beside her. Her high heel twisted, and she called out to Su Yunong onstage:

"Sis, I told you we shouldn't come tonight. Those girls who died a few days ago haven't even been laid to rest. There's something sinister about this place..."

Several frightened prostitutes had lost their wits. They scrambled and crawled over to Hu Junzhi, who stood looking grave, his mind clearly elsewhere—not on the first-floor hall.

"Sir, please, have a heart. Ask the Second Young Master to spare us. We really haven't switched sides to the Sun Family.

"Red Night forced us to go with them. Please, just let us leave!

"We're begging you!"

Hu Junzhi thought for a moment, then came back to himself. He snatched a long gun from one of Chen Jing's trusted men and fired several shots into the ceiling.

The room fell silent once more.

At Red Night Nightclub, Sun Jingyao sat on a sofa in a corner of the first floor. Feeling the building opposite tremble, he said excitedly,

"Dad told me to act when the opportunity came. Chen Jing's probably half dead by now. Now we just have to see whether Chen Tianren shows up..."

Just then, a young man in black civilian clothes appeared beside him. "Young Master, Chen Tianren will be here soon."

Sun Jingyao waved a hand. "Tell the White Moon Hall men to make it look convincing. We'll act once Chen Tianren enters the building. We can't let him get suspicious yet. Understand?"

The young man hesitated, then asked, "Young Master, is Luo Wendi really dead?"

"Ran Shaohua's information is absolutely reliable. He's already been swallowed by the Black Bone Scaled Snake. The White Moon Hall is in our hands. While Chen Tianren's inside, we'll wipe them all out together with the White Moon Hall men."

Like a young soldier eager to earn his stripes, Sun Jingyao burned with ambition. In this vast Ping City, the Sun Family had been suppressed by the Chen Family for so many years, forced to live in fear and walk on eggshells.

Now, a chance like this came once in a thousand years.

On the fifth floor of Moon Veil Nightclub, wood splinters flew through the many private rooms, and furnishings lay scattered everywhere.

Guests on the second, third, and fourth floors, clueless about what was happening, fled in every direction at the thunderous crashes. A few bold ones climbed up to peek at the fifth floor—and were so horrified they nearly pissed themselves.

A woman in a red qipao, with impossibly long claws and an ashen face, her features rotten, charged at a half-naked man.

Hss—

The female ghost let out a rasping howl, like air wheezing through a broken bellows.

Luo Bin had driven her out by following the yin energy. After each attack, she would vanish into the walls, then strike when Luo Bin let his guard down.

But now the tables had turned. That scorching tide of vital blood had grown even stronger. She was in serious trouble.

Luo Bin tore off the last strip of cloth from his upper body and grinned viciously. "Finally decided to come at me head-on?"

Chen Jing gaped. He handed his revolver to Zhang Huai for protection, then loaded the rifled long gun slung over his shoulder and slowly backed away.

This fight was already beyond the two of them.

Judging by the strength of Luo Bin's surging vital blood alone, in the eyes of Zhang Huai—a martial artist who had only just entered the Golden Skin Pass—it was already closing in on the Jade Bone Pass.

The Second Young Master had brought back a monster this time.

Zhang Huai pulled Chen Jing toward the stairs. "Second Young Master, get back! We'll only tie Brother Luo's hands if we stay here!"

The people peeking from the stairwell stood frozen, their legs leaden. They screamed in terror, "Ghost!!!"

Luo Bin paid them no heed. He gave a low chuckle, sank his hips, and planted his feet like the roots of an old tree, muscles taut all over.

The female ghost pounced. Luo Bin twisted his waist and hips. Arm-Through Power layered with pale golden vital blood, wave after wave of force converging on his fists.

His punch landed squarely on the ghost's face!

Crack—

Half her face was instantly seared into black sludge by the scalding vital blood, then rapidly evaporated.

Luo Bin struck with both hands, swinging his arms in turn. With every blow that landed, the ghost's body dimmed another shade.

In the blink of an eye, he threw nearly twenty punches.

After taking a punch infused with a dense, scorching tide of vital blood, the nearly transparent shell let out a shrill scream that rang in the ears of everyone below.

At last, she became a wisp of pale smoke and dissipated into the dust-filled air.

[Crimson Modification Points +7]

An unexpected notification appeared before Luo Bin's eyes. He understood at once... Spirit Charm came from extracting the essence of food and precious medicines, while modification points were gained by killing Demon Specters...

So that was it.

Having figured this out, Luo Bin felt lighter than he ever had before.

On Bincha Street, between Moon Veil and Red Night nightclubs, crowds packed together as people from all sides sealed off the road.

Outside Red Night Nightclub, Sun Jingyao watched a black car slowly approach in the distance. A satisfied smile spread across his face. "The show's about to begin..."

Before he could finish speaking, the roar of car engines suddenly rose at the far end of the street!

It wasn't the sound of just one car. It was a convoy.

Several high-powered engines roared at once, their thunderous din making the shop windows along the street buzz.

The noisy street fell silent in an instant. The White Moon Hall men stationed outside all turned to look.

Two blinding beams of headlights shot straight toward them from the end of the street.

Tires shrieked against the asphalt, piercing the night. At the head of the convoy was a black luxury Champion Brand car, followed by eight military jeeps.

Mounted in the beds of the jeeps were Maxim heavy machine guns, their dark barrels glinting coldly. Behind the guns stood Luo Wendi's trusted men, who had survived their brush with death on the Li River.

Every one of them wore the vicious look of men reborn in fire.

They knew exactly why the Black Sheath Hall's mission had ended in so many casualties. Whoever had sent them to their deaths would die by their hands.

"Skree—!"

Brakes shrieked one after another as all nine vehicles came to a sudden stop across the middle of the street.

Chen Tianren stepped out of the car, his suit collar slightly open. His leather shoes struck the asphalt with crisp, measured clicks.

A lean man emerged from the White Moon Hall crowd, forcing a respectful smile. "Master, we're just here to keep watch for the Second Young Master..."

Chen Tianren smiled faintly. "Your name's Li Kui, right?

"Did Ran Shaohua tell you what would happen if you sided with the Sun Family and the Jiang Family and tried to take me, Chen Tianren, for a fool?"

Li Kui's pupils contracted. He was just about to say something when Chen Tianren stepped back two meters and smiled warmly. "No need to answer. You'll have plenty of time to think about it down below."

With that,

the last trace of warmth vanished from Chen Tianren's face. He slowly turned his head toward the machine gunners in the jeeps behind him and uttered two words:

"Open fire."

"Master?!"

Li Kui's cry was swallowed by the deafening roar of the heavy machine guns.

"Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat—"

All eight heavy machine guns spat fire at once. Orange-red muzzle flashes blazed wildly in the night as they poured bullets into the traitors milling in the street, waiting for a chance to strike.

The barricades were shot apart, their pieces flying everywhere. The ten or so White Moon Hall men at the front were riddled with bullets before they could even scream.

Blood splashed across the asphalt in an instant, gore flying in every direction.

The more than twenty surviving men were so horrified that they dropped to their knees and begged for mercy.

The gunfire stopped.

Chen Tianren stood beside the car. Luo Wendi stepped out of the last jeep, too. Neither of them showed the slightest pity as they looked at the dozen men who had died horribly.

In this age, it was either you or me. There was no room for compromise.

Some people inside Moon Veil Nightclub had witnessed the whole thing. They screamed, "Madmen! They're all madmen! The great families of Ping City are all madmen!"