Frost Cloud King's Forced Occupation of the Villa

Luo Yun stood at the entrance and took a look.

This is the place.

He raised his foot and kicked the gate.

The iron gate let out a thunderous bang, swinging open to both sides and slamming against the courtyard wall, sending dust cascading down from the masonry.

"Everyone inside, get out here."

His voice was not loud, but it carried far through the quiet street.

A commotion erupted in the courtyard: the shrill screams of women, the sound of shattering objects, and coarse, foul-mouthed cursing.

A moment later, a burly man emerged from the villa.

The man was in his thirties, nearly two meters tall, broad-shouldered and thick-waisted. He was shirtless, revealing a body covered in scars and dense chest hair.

He had two women draped over him, one on each arm. They wore gauze dresses as thin as cicada wings that revealed vast expanses of snow-white skin, their faces caked in makeup so thick it looked like a mask, their smiles seductive yet cheap.

The burly man pushed the women aside and swaggered down the steps, fastening his belt as he walked, still cursing under his breath.

"Which blind bastard dares to come to my turf and stir up trouble?"

He reached the gate and looked down.

A child.

A child not even as tall as his thigh, dressed in black, stood expressionless at his doorstep, the kicked-in iron gate lying at his feet.

The burly man paused, then laughed.

He laughed until his whole body shook, the fat on his belly quivering and the veins on his neck bulging.

"Hahahaha! I've been in Slaughter City for eight years, and this is the first time a wet-behind-the-ears brat has kicked my door!"

"Little brat, do you know who I am?"

Luo Yun looked at him without a word.

The burly man stopped laughing, his expression shifting from mockery to a savage grin. He leaned down, thrusting his face toward Luo Yun's, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth and exhaling a stench of alcohol that was enough to make one gag.

"My name is—"

He didn't finish his sentence.

Luo Yun lashed out with a kick, landing squarely in his crotch.

The burly man's eyes bulged, his mouth forming an 'O' shape, unable to emit a single sound.

His body folded like a boiled shrimp, his hands clutching his groin as he collapsed to his knees. His face turned the color of liver, and a "gurgling" sound leaked from his throat, like air escaping a puncture.

Before he could recover from the agony, the Moon Eclipse Sword was already unsheathed.

A flash of purple-black light flickered, and a thin red line appeared across the burly man's neck.

His entire body stiffened, remaining in a kneeling position with his hands still clutching his crotch, his eyes wide open.

The next second, he slumped onto the stone floor with a dull thud.

Blood spread from beneath his neck, flowing into the cracks of the stone floor and pooling into a small, dark red lake.

Luo Yun sheathed the Moon Eclipse Sword, stepped over the burly man's body, and headed toward the villa.

The two women still stood on the steps, trembling violently, their faces deathly pale and their lips quivering. They leaned on each other to stay upright, watching Luo Yun approach with eyes full of terror.

But beneath that fear, there was something else.

It was something Luo Yun had seen in the prisons of Frost Ridge City, something he had seen on the face of the bespectacled man who had been released.

It was the will to survive.

One woman was the first to snap out of it; she dropped to her knees with a thud, her forehead hitting the stone floor, her voice trembling: "Young Master, please, take us sisters in! We can do any work, we'll make you comfortable and satisfied."

The other woman knelt as well, her voice choked with sobs: "We won't cause you any trouble, we just... we just want to live..."

Luo Yun stopped in his tracks.

He looked down at the two women kneeling on the ground, at the scraps of gauze that barely covered their bodies, at the thick, tear-streaked makeup on their faces, and at the servile, fawning light in their eyes.

His stomach suddenly turned.

There was not a shred of pity, only disgust.

Indeed, in this world, the strong prey on the weak, and the powerful have the right to dictate everything for those beneath them.

He walked up to the two women.

They looked up at the sword, their faces filled with horror and despair.

Luo Yun watched them and flicked his wrist.

A flash of steel.

The sound of tearing fabric rang out.

The thin gauze on the two women was sliced in two by the blade, sliding off their bodies to reveal the even thinner undergarments beneath.

The two women shrieked, instinctively hugging themselves as they curled into balls, shivering uncontrollably.

Luo Yun retracted the Moon Eclipse Sword and turned to walk into the villa.

His voice drifted from inside the doorway, cold and devoid of any emotion.

"If you don't get lost now, next time it won't just be your clothes."

The two women froze for a moment before collapsing into each other's arms, sobbing as they looked toward the pack of famished men outside the villa.

The sisters were utterly hopeless.

But none of this had anything to do with Luo Yun.

After he left, the area outside the door erupted into a frenzy.

"Holy shit..." one man covered his mouth, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Did you see that? That kid..."

"One strike." Another man held up his index finger. "Just one strike."

"Wrong, it was a kick followed by a strike." A third man corrected him, his tone laced with a near-pathological excitement. "First a kick to the crotch, then a slit throat. Clean and efficient, not a single wasted movement."

"Don't you think the scarier part was his eyes?" a voice came from the corner, trembling slightly. "After killing, his gaze... it didn't change at all. It was as if he hadn't killed a person, but merely stepped on an ant."

"He's only six years old..."

"So what if he's six? This is Slaughter City, not the damn Heaven Dou City."

"Frost Cloud King..." someone muttered the name. "Did you hear the news from the arena? A ten-man melee, two breaths, nine people instantly killed."

"I heard. I thought they were just bragging."

"Believe it now?"

"...I believe it."

"Anyway, what about these two girls?"

"Damn it, I'm going first!"

"Fuck, why you? I've had my eye on these two sluts for a long time!"

"Don't rush, let's all go together. Everyone knows these sisters are good in bed."

Luo Yun walked into the villa and looked around.

After a brief inspection, he prepared to have someone come over to clean up.

As for who to call.

Hmph.

Luo Yun turned, walked out of the room, and headed downstairs.

When he reached the villa entrance, the two women were already gone.

The corpse of the burly man still lay at the threshold; the blood had drained out, leaving a dark red, human-shaped stain on the stone floor.

Luo Yun glanced at the body, then raised his head to look at the crowd watching from afar in the street.

"Clean this up for me."

The crowd fell silent for a moment, then a few men stepped forward.

With fawning expressions, they lifted the corpse, carried it away, and obsequiously scrubbed the blood from the ground.

Their movements were practiced and efficient.