Red Ba

In just five or six seconds, the kid's wounds were completely healed, leaving no trace of injury.

"... Their physique is slightly weaker than that of Body Sha Boxer, but they have almost no fatal weaknesses, and their healing speed after injury is extremely fast. They are absolutely obedient and fearless of death; in critical moments, they can be used directly as meat shields and suicide soldiers..."

Cheng Sheng tossed aside the towel he had used to wipe the blood, quite satisfied with the grown-up Abyss Imp.

He hadn't tested its offensive capabilities yet, but judging from its bloodthirsty and ferocious appearance, it probably wouldn't be too bad.

The key difference is that the Abyss Imp has much more room for manipulation than the [Hell Plague Fly].

The Hell Plague Fly usually kill you with a single bite, often resulting in the waste of otherwise good offerings.

"He just eats a lot."

Cheng Sheng glanced at the darkness behind the Abyss Imp and couldn't help but sigh.

He bought enough frozen raw meat to fill almost half the shed, and in less than two days, the little devil had almost finished it all, and it still looked very hungry.

Cheng Sheng wasn't worried about the amount of raw meat; it was mainly the hassle of constantly carrying and buying it, which wasted a lot of his energy and time.

"There are too many trivial things to do; it would be great if someone could help me with them..."

Cheng Sheng led the Abyss Imp back into the darkness, relocked the iron gate, and muttered to himself.

Just like now, he has to do a troublesome but unavoidable chore.

"Buzz--!"

In the silent rainforest, the roar of an engine suddenly broke the silence.

A short while later, a black motorcycle sped out of the abandoned logging site.

Wearing a helmet, Cheng Sheng drove his motorcycle through the muddy and rugged rainforest trails until he entered the city area, where the road became smooth.

He freed one hand, took out his phone, and used it to search for information about electronics and digital product stores in Qingsha City while riding his bike.

As Cheng Sheng drove along a secluded road, he inadvertently caught sight of a brawl on the roadside—several tattooed thugs were punching and kicking a man on the ground, who was clutching his head tightly with both hands, not uttering a sound or putting up any resistance.

Such things were all too common in Qingsha City, and Cheng Sheng glanced at it but couldn't be bothered to look any further.

Turning his head, he vaguely felt that the figure being beaten looked somewhat familiar.

On the road, the speeding motorcycles gradually slowed down, eventually coming to a stop, and some even began to reverse...

"Run! Why did you stop running?"

"They won't answer the phone, won't reply to messages, and dare to deliberately avoid us—they're really something!"

"That kid's like a tortoise, he doesn't utter a single word!"

On the street, a bald, burly man with tattoos all over his neck and a fierce-looking appearance stopped his two henchmen who were punching and kicking him.

"Alright."

The bald man spat the betel nut he had been chewing on onto the figure curled up on the ground and said calmly, "Don't kill him if you keep fighting."

Chop off two of his fingers and go back to report.

"Yes, boss."

The two thugs were getting a little tired of fighting, and one of them quickly drew a dagger from his waist upon hearing this.

The person huddled on the ground heard their conversation and began to tremble. One of their hands was forcibly pulled and pressed to the ground, and the thug with the dagger smiled cruelly as he was about to swing the knife to chop it down!

Just then, "Boom--!"

A brand-new black motorcycle suddenly sprang out from the side like a mad beast, blocking the thug holding a dagger, and continued to speed away until it crashed into a lamppost not far away before finally coming to a stop.

A few sparks flew from the lamppost bent at an angle, the motorcycle wheels spun rapidly, and a tall, slender figure slowly dismounted from the motorcycle. He didn't even glance at the thug lying on the ground, blood gushing from his mouth, but instead slowly walked towards the group while taking off his helmet.

The bald, burly man and the remaining thug were all stunned, bewildered by what had suddenly happened.

Only when the other person was almost in front of them did the bald, burly man suddenly come to his senses, his face contorted with rage as he roared, "Kid, you're really asking for death!"

He made a move to rush forward, but the person opposite him was faster.

"Whoosh!"

Before the bald, burly man could react, a helmet slammed down on his head.

Immediately following, the other person casually lifted their leg and extended it...

"Bang!!"

The bald, muscular man, whose head was forcibly covered with a helmet, felt as if his head had been struck hard by a terrifying baseball bat. With a loud bang, he was sent flying backward, and the motorcycle helmet on his head exploded!

"Don't worry, this isn't over."

Cheng Sheng had casually kicked the bald, burly man away, turned his gaze to the last thug, grinned, and said, "I'll remember what you look like. I'll be back for you in a few days..."

The thugs, who were already terrified, turned even more pale upon hearing this. They didn't dare utter another word, helped their two companions up, and hurriedly left.

After watching the three walk away, Cheng Sheng's gaze finally fell on the figure on the ground.

His eyes flickered, and he slowly walked over, squatted down, patted the other person on the shoulder, and greeted him in a half-joking tone, "Hey, are you dead? If you're not, get up! Everyone's gone."

The huddled figure stirred, cautiously raising its head to reveal a familiar face with a bruised and swollen nose— Song Cai!

Yes, it was Song Cai.

The unfortunate guy lying on the ground being beaten up by a group of people was none other than Song Cai, Cheng Sheng's best friend!

Song Cai knelt on the ground, looking at Cheng Sheng before him. His eyes showed neither surprise nor gratitude; he simply bowed his head and stammered, "Thank you..."

Cheng Sheng was stunned when he heard those two words, and his outstretched hand, which was about to pull Song Cai up, stopped in mid-air.

After a few breaths, Song Cai got up from the ground on his own, Cheng Sheng's smile disappeared, returning to his original calm.

"Who are they? Why are they causing you trouble?"

After a moment of silence, Cheng Sheng spoke up and asked.

Song Cai bowed, replied, "From the Red Ba Gang."

"The same group from last time?"

Upon hearing the words "Red Ba Gang," Cheng Sheng immediately frowned.

"No."

Song Cai shook his head, "The other group is the one I owe money to."

Song Cai gave a vague and brief account of what happened. About two weeks ago, his family's coconut sugar factory ran into some problems. His father was so worried that he suddenly fell ill. Saving the factory and the surgery required a large sum of money. Song Cai was forced to take advantage of this and secretly went to the Red Ba Gang to borrow money at high interest rates.

We agreed on a month to cover the costs, but before the month was even up, these guys were coming to our door every day demanding payment...

After finishing his Song Cai didn't even say goodbye to Cheng Sheng. He lowered his head and limped away.

Cheng Sheng silently watched Song Cai's departing figure, wanting to say something, but feeling that many things could never be returned to no matter what.

"... Nalong, Brother Naron. Sangni? Sangni is doing very well with me, you can rest assured."

I'll treat Brother Nalong to dinner another day!

Twenty minutes later, Cheng Sheng stood by the roadside, finished his last phone call, and let out a soft sigh.

With the Black Killing Style's strength in Qingsha City, dealing with Song Cai's minor matter would be a piece of cake. And since he just happened to be a core disciple of the Black Killing Style, he now has a small network of connections.

Cheng Sheng asked Nalong to step in and personally pay off the high-interest loan that Song Cai owed. From now on, the Red Ba Gang would no longer cause him trouble, and Song Cai could slowly save up to pay it back.

Shaking his head, Cheng Sheng pushed aside the slight regret and sadness in his heart, Cheng Sheng on his bike, and continued with what he needed to do that day.

He spent half an afternoon running around almost the entire Qingsha City before finally finding a digital store that sold electronic surveillance cameras.

The purpose of buying the cameras was to monitor the old campus of Qingsha No. 3 Middle School, so that when the sorcerer who set up the magic array to create Evil Spirit inside came, he could strike back at any time.

I've bought the surveillance camera, but a new problem has arisen—how do I install it?

Laying wires, connecting electricity, installing... and more than one thing at that. If the noise is too loud, the school might find out.

"Even if everything is sorted out, I'll still need someone to keep an eye on it 24/7. I can't possibly do this kind of thing myself..."

Cheng Sheng felt a bit overwhelmed.

Some things seem simple and wonderful when you imagine them, but when you actually do them, you find that one problem after another needs to be solved.

Just as he was worrying, his cell phone suddenly rang.

Cheng Sheng took out his phone, glanced at it, and quickly answered the call.

"Mom."

The call was from my mother, Wu Li, who immediately began asking urgent questions.

"Shengsheng! Thank God you're alright!!"

Where are you now? Don't go home yet...

"What's wrong? What happened?"

Cheng Sheng sensed something was wrong from Wu Li's evasive words and tone, and his brows slowly furrowed.

Half a minute later, Cheng Sheng hung up the phone, expressionless, got on his motorcycle, twisted the throttle, and roared home.