Bincha Street's Mysterious Food Stall, Gaining Modification Points, Chen Tianren's Ruthlessness

Several dancers gathered around the wine table panicked. Hong Ling, wearing a celadon cheongsam, grabbed her companion's arm as her high heels twisted, calling out to Su Yunong on stage:

"Sis, I said we shouldn't have come tonight. Those girls who died a few days ago aren't even cold yet—this place is cursed..."

A few terrified prostitutes scrambled and threw themselves at Hu Junzhi's feet, but his face was grim, his mind entirely absent from the first-floor hall.

"Sir, please, have mercy, beg the Second Young Master for us—we really didn't defect to the Sun Family.

The Red Night side forced us to go. Just let us leave first!

Please!"

Hu Junzhi thought for a moment, snapped back to reality, grabbed a spear from Chen Jing's trusted subordinate beside him, and fired several shots at the ceiling.

The scene instantly fell silent again.

Inside the Red Night Nightclub, Sun Jingyao sat on a sofa in a corner of the first floor, feeling the tremors from the building across the street, and said excitedly:

"Dad told me to act as the situation unfolds. Chen Jing is probably half-dead by now. The question is whether Chen Tianren will come..."

Just then, a young man in black plainclothes appeared from one side. "Young Master, Chen Tianren will be here soon."

Sun Jingyao waved his hand. "Tell White Moon Hall to make it look convincing. Once Chen Tianren enters the building, we make our move. He mustn't get suspicious, understand?"

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

"Ran Shaohua's information is accurate. That man has been devoured by the Black Bone Scaled Snake. White Moon Hall is already ours for the taking. While Chen Tianren enters the building, we'll wipe out both him and White Moon Hall together."

Sun Jingyao, like a young soldier eager to earn merit, burned with ambition. In this vast Ping City, the Sun Family had been suppressed by the Chen Family for so many years, walking on eggshells.

Now was a once-in-a-thousand-years opportunity.

On the fifth floor of the Moon Veil Nightclub, the many partitioned rooms were filled with flying wood chips and scattered furnishings.

Guests on the second, third, and fourth floors, ignorant of what was happening, fled in all directions from the deafening noise. A few bold ones climbed to the fifth floor for a look and were terrified out of their wits.

A woman in a red cheongsam, with claws unnaturally long, a face tinged with gray, and a rotting appearance, charged at a bare-chested man.

Ssssh—

The female ghost let out a rasping screech like a broken bellows.

She had been forced out by Luo Bin tracking her yin aura. Each time she attacked, she would conceal herself and cling to the walls, then strike when Luo Bin let his guard down.

But now the tide was turning. That scorching blood energy had grown stronger again—exceptionally troublesome.

Luo Bin tore off the last shred of cloth from his upper body and grinned fiercely. "Finally willing to face me head-on?"

Chen Jing, watching from the side, was stunned. He handed his revolver to Zhang Huai for self-defense, chambered a round in the rifled long gun slung over his shoulder, and slowly backed away.

This fight was no longer something the two of them could participate in.

Just the intensity of the blood energy Luo Bin was emitting, in the eyes of Zhang Huai—a martial artist who had just entered the Golden Skin Pass—was already approaching the Jade Bone Pass.

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

Zhang Huai pulled Chen Jing toward the stairwell. "Second Young Master, fall back! Staying here will only tie Brother Luo's hands!"

The few people peeking from the stairwell felt their legs turn to lead and screamed in terror: "Ghost!!!"

Luo Bin paid them no mind, let out a low laugh, sank his waist, and planted his feet like an old tree's roots, driving them deep into the floorboards. Every muscle in his body tensed.

The female ghost lunged. Luo Bin twisted his waist and turned his hips, layering the Arm-Through Power with pale golden blood energy, wave after wave of force converging at his fist.

It slammed solidly into the female ghost's face!

Crack—

Half of the ghost's face was instantly scorched into black water by the searing blood energy, then rapidly evaporated.

Luo Bin struck with both arms in rapid succession, each punch dimming the ghost's body further.

In an instant, nearly twenty blows landed.

Her nearly translucent shell, after taking a fist condensed with thick, scorching blood energy, let out a piercing scream that drilled straight into the ears of everyone downstairs.

Finally, she dissolved into a wisp of curling smoke, dispersing through the dust-filled space.

[Crimson Modification Value +7]

An unexpected prompt flashed before Luo Bin's eyes. He understood instantly... Spirit Charm extracted the essence from medicinal treasures, while Modification Value was gained by killing evil beings...

So that was it.

With this realization, an unprecedented sense of ease arose in Luo Bin's mind.

On Bincha Street between the Moon Veil and Red Night nightclubs, the crowd was thick, with various factions packed in so tightly no one could move.

At the entrance of the Red Night Nightclub, Sun Jingyao watched a black car slowly approaching from a distance, a satisfied smile spreading across his face. "The real show is about to begin..."

Before he finished speaking, the roar of car engines suddenly erupted from the far end of the street!

It wasn't the sound of a single car—it was a convoy.

Several high-horsepower engines roared in unison, the sound like thunder, rattling the shop window glass along the street until it hummed.

The once-boisterous street fell silent in an instant. The White Moon Hall gang members waiting outside turned their heads to look.

Two blinding beams of headlights shot straight down from the end of the long street.

The screech of tires grinding against asphalt pierced the night sky. Leading the charge was a black Champion-brand luxury car, followed closely by eight military jeeps.

In the truck beds, Maxim heavy machine guns were mounted, their dark, gleaming barrels glinting coldly. Behind the guns, in the truck beds, sat Luo Wendi's trusted men, who had narrowly escaped death at the Li River.

Every face bore the ruthless ferocity of those reborn from the flames.

They knew exactly why the Black Sheath Hall mission had ended in such heavy casualties. Whoever wanted them dead, they would kill in return.

"Skree—!!"

Braking sounds rang out in succession. All nine cars came to a hard stop, blocking the middle of the street.

Chen Tianren stepped out of the car, his suit collar slightly open, his leather shoes clicking against the asphalt as he walked.

A lean man stepped out from the White Moon Hall crowd, forcing a respectful smile onto his face. "Boss, the Second Young Master sent us to watch the venue..."

Chen Tianren smiled faintly. "You're Li Kui, right?"

"Did Ran Shaohua tell you what happens when you side with the Sun and Jiang families and try to strong-arm me, Chen Tianren?"

Li Kui's pupils contracted sharply. Just as he opened his mouth to speak, Chen Tianren stepped back two meters and said with a chuckle, "No need to answer. You'll have plenty of time to think once you're down below."

With that.

The last trace of warmth on Chen Tianren's face vanished. He slowly turned his head and spoke two words to the machine gunner on the jeep behind him:

"Open fire."

"Boss?!!"

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

"Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat—"

Eight heavy machine guns spat tongues of fire simultaneously. Orange-red muzzle flashes flickered wildly in the night, pouring out toward the betrayers lingering in the street, waiting for their chance.

The barricades were riddled with holes and sent flying. The first dozen or so White Moon Hall gang members didn't even have time to scream before they were turned into sieves by the dense hail of bullets.

Blood instantly drenched the asphalt, red and white matter splattering everywhere.

The remaining twenty-plus gang members, terrified out of their wits, immediately fell to their knees begging for mercy.

The gunfire ceased...

Chen Tianren stood by the car. Luo Wendi also stepped out from the last jeep, looking at the dozen or so brutally killed men without a shred of pity.

In this era, it was either you die or I die—there was no room for compromise.

Inside the Moon Veil Nightclub, someone who had witnessed it all screamed, "Madmen, madmen—every noble family in Ping City is a bunch of madmen."