The Shadow's Trump Card

The mist thinned, and the blood-red moon in the sky became clearer. Its crimson moonlight spilled onto the ground, illuminating a series of ugly, strange figures.

"Snap!"

The window next to Chen Ge was smashed open by an external force. A freak with his face wrapped in coarse cloth poked his head out; he had been eyeing Chen Ge for a while, waiting for him to get close to launch a surprise attack.

There was no reason for the attack; perhaps he simply found Chen Ge an eyesore, or perhaps killing him would bring a fleeting moment of pleasure.

This was the logic of a Murderous Maniac. Their brain structures were different from ordinary people—they never cared for others, acted without regard for consequences, rarely had plans, were sensitive and easily provoked, and possessed an innate aggression.

Blood seeped from beneath the coarse cloth. Chen Ge could not see the man's face, nor did he care what the other looked like.

When the freak reached out his hairy arms toward Chen Ge, intending to drag him into the room, Chen Ge stepped aside and swung the Skull Crusher Hammer directly at him.

Such a weapon was rare even in Liwan Town. The Shadow kept these Murderous Maniacs to harvest negative emotions, not to run a gladiatorial arena, so the weapons they used were merely everyday tools found in common life.

The freak's shoulder collapsed, and a corner of the cloth wrapping his face fell away, revealing a pair of eyes filled with confusion. He did not understand where Chen Ge had obtained such a hammer; deep down, he felt a strange sense that the other was cheating, yet he was helpless to do anything about it.

Falling backward, the freak fled into the room where he had been hiding.

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