More New Friends Have Arrived!

On the fourth floor of this warehouse, which is privately known by the Red Ba Gang as the "Red Ba Building," the Red Ba Gang's leader, Jia Wa, was sitting on a sofa.

Jia Wa looked to be in his early forties, with sallow skin, wearing a gold chain bracelet with a Buddhist amulet and a black shirt. He was skilled in martial arts in his younger years, but due to the increased social engagements in recent years, he had developed a small belly.

Jia Wa had just woken up and looked somewhat tired.

He rubbed his face vigorously, stood up from the sofa, walked to the liquor cabinet, and randomly picked out a bottle of foreign liquor.

What did Tami say?

Jia Wa handed a glass of foreign liquor he had poured to a man in a white vest next to him and casually asked in a flat tone.

The man was muscular, with a large scorpion tattooed on his dark arm. He took the glass, squinted, and replied, "The Tami Gang won't give in; they said they'll arrange a time to renegotiate."

"Talk my ass!"

Jia Wa grinned maliciously and slammed his wine glass heavily onto the marble table in front of him, making a loud clanging sound.

"Tomorrow, tomorrow you'll take your men and kill their Saigong. They dare to extend their reach into Pawan?! Do they really think we're easy to bully?!"

The man didn't speak, he just nodded silently.

After a while, the man seemed to remember something and said, "Those same Dongyue people are here again, keeping asking when we can ship the goods?"

"Don't they watch the news? Don't they know there have been Black Tide incidents lately?"

Jia Wa frowned and said coldly, "Tell them that if they keep urging us, they should transport it themselves and bear the risks themselves."

If they agree, we'll deliver the goods to them next week.

"Yes."

Jia Wa was chatting with his men in white vests when suddenly there seemed to be movement coming from below.

Jia Wa's expression shifted slightly as he strolled to the glass floor in the center of the room.

His lounge was located on the top floor of the warehouse, with a completely open space underneath separated by glass. Standing on it, one could see all the way down to the first floor of the warehouse.

At this moment, through the glass beneath their feet, they could clearly see the chaotic scene unfolding on the first floor of the warehouse.

The middle-aged man in the white vest put down his wine glass without saying a word and turned to walk downstairs.

But Jia Wa immediately stopped him.

"Wait, don't move."

The middle-aged man was taken aback.

But then Jia Wa squatted down, almost half-lying on the ground, staring at his feet with a strange look in his eyes, and said softly, "I haven't seen anything so interesting in a long time."

Let's see how long he can hold out...

Jia Wa spoke, he quickly gulped down a mouthful of foreign liquor, his fatigue vanishing and even replaced by a hint of excitement.

He looked down through the glass as if watching an amusing cricket that had accidentally wandered into the jar he had built himself.

"Boom!"

A figure flew straight through the air for a long distance, like a broken sandbag being hit by a powerful force, before crashing heavily onto a gambling table!

The gambling table shattered instantly, its pile of colorful chips scattering across the floor. Amidst the wood chips and playing cards, a thug covered in tattoos, his head a smudge of black, lay supine like a dead fish, his chest caved in, blood still gushing from his mouth...

Cheng Sheng cracked his neck and continued walking forward calmly.

By this time, he had completely ruined the lively atmosphere on the first floor of the warehouse, and he was surrounded by fierce-looking Red Ba Gang.

Cheng Sheng opened his Spiny Skin, stomped his foot heavily, and shot into the crowd like a cannonball.

He grabbed one of the thugs who had startled him and shoved him aside with force.

Under the terrifying power of the Body Sha Realm boxer, a large number of people were instantly knocked down, while people on the other side took the opportunity to squeeze forward!

"Call--"

Cheng Sheng tilted his head slightly, and a crowbar whistled past his cheek before slamming into the supporting steel pillar beside him with a sharp clang.

The force of the recoil made the thug holding the crowbar's hands go numb, almost causing him to drop it. Cheng Sheng didn't even look, and slapped the man across the face with a backhand. The latter flew backwards, crowbar and all, without uttering a sound...

Facing these low-level thugs whose physical abilities were only slightly better than ordinary people, Cheng Sheng, who had already reached the Body Sha Realm, was like a tiger among sheep.

Every time he made a move, he would break something. In less than a minute, the ground around Cheng Sheng was filled with people lying in pain and groaning.

"Indeed, the essence of the Six Great Forms can only be truly grasped through bloodshed..."

Practicing boxing stances every day just doesn't quite feel right.

At first, Cheng Sheng was somewhat restrained, but gradually, the people around him became no different from the makeshift punching bags at the logging camp in his eyes.

With a punch, an elbow, or a kick, the thugs hit either instantly bend at an unnatural angle or have their chests explode.

Before long, the number of people around him decreased. Those thugs who were originally fierce and dared to charge at him with a stick began to back away, and the way they looked at him completely changed.

"Call--"

A figure leaped from the second floor of the warehouse, delivering a vicious knee strike straight at the back of Cheng Sheng's head.

Cheng Sheng suddenly turned around, his right foot springing up like a switchblade, thrusting diagonally upwards!

The kick intercepted the figure with incredible precision, the toe piercing the opponent's chest.

With a loud "thud!", the fierce-looking young man with a red headband on his forehead suddenly arched his back, his eyes bulged out, and he hung on Cheng Sheng's feet like a piece of cured meat, spitting out a mouthful of blood!

"Puff--!"

Cheng Sheng spat, casually wiped the blood that had been sprayed all over his face, not caring at all, and even smiled.

He then strode up to the second floor of the warehouse.

The warehouse had a casino on the first floor, a nightclub on the third floor, and a boxing gym on the second floor, which was full of boxers and thugs trained by the Red Ba Gang.

Perfect timing, he was getting tired of beating up ordinary thugs.

Something that breaks at the slightest touch is not even as good as the stances he usually practices.

Time passed second by second. On the wasteland outside the warehouse, no one saw that the magic circle Cheng Sheng had drawn before entering was now emitting a strange red light, accompanied by the passing of lives.

The entire magic circle seemed to be infused with some kind of vibrant energy; blood flowed continuously along its patterns, emitting wisps of thin red mist that drifted silently towards the warehouse in the darkness.

"Boom!!"

Cheng Sheng grabbed one of the thugs' heads with one hand and slammed it into the wall next to him. Blood spurted out and sprayed all over the thug's face.

"Bang!" "Bang!!"

An elbow and a leg struck his back and left rib almost simultaneously, almost in quick succession.

Two muffled thuds sounded, and Cheng Sheng swayed.

He released his grip, and the thug he had pinned against the wall slowly slid down the wall.

Turning around, he met the eyes of two burly boxers who were staring at their hands in disbelief. Their expressions immediately became tense and awkward.

Cheng Sheng smiled at them, and suddenly, his arms shot out like two giant pythons, grabbing the two men's heads from the left and right, and then slamming them hard into the middle!

"Bang!"

Cheng Sheng closed his eyes just in time, and when he opened them again, he was shocked to find several dark gun barrels pointed at him.

"Don't be impulsive, I surrender!"

Cheng Sheng immediately raised his hands, completely unabashed.

The men opposite him, holding guns, looked much more nervous than he did. Their Adam's apples bobbed up and down as they stared at Cheng Sheng, muttering curses in an unintelligible dialect.

"Splash--"

More Red Ba Gang gunmen emerged, many of them carrying guns, including AKs.

Dozens of gun barrels were pointed at Cheng Sheng, and everyone's face was filled with a sense of impending doom.

No wonder they were like this, because at this time the first and second floor corridors and the ground floor of the warehouse were almost full of Red Ba Gang members lying down.

Blood was everywhere. If most of the people were not only seriously injured and had not died on the spot, this would not be a warehouse, but a bloody and tragic slaughterhouse!

The culprit who caused all this is now standing innocently among a pile of "corpses," with its hands raised high.

The bright lights of the warehouse shone on him, revealing black, Spiny Skin mixed with red blood. Under the light, a faint red mist seemed to drift around him, as if an ancient and evil totem was slowly unfolding on his body...

I was wrong! I apologize!

With dozens of gun barrels pointed at him, Cheng Sheng shouted, "Actually, I meant no harm. I'm just a good person!"

"Pooh!!!"

A Red Ba Gang, clutching an AK-47 and with an extremely grim face, spat on the ground and gritted his teeth, saying, "No matter who you are, keep your lies to yourself and tell the King of Hell!"

As he spoke, he was about to give the order to pull the trigger and riddle the person in front of him with bullets.

However, at that moment, the blood-covered boy in front of them suddenly made a "shh" gesture to everyone with a surprised expression!

"Sh--"

"Listen to them..."

Everyone was stunned for a moment, then saw the boy in front of them reveal a wicked smile and say softly, "Another... new friend has arrived!"

As soon as the words were spoken, a crisp "crack" was heard.

All the lights in the warehouse went out at once.

The gunmen of the Red Ba Gang were suddenly startled and instinctively pulled the triggers. In an instant, the sound of gunfire rang out like firecrackers.

Countless bullets poured from the gun muzzle, clanging and clattering against the iron railings, walls, and floor...

At the same time, Cheng Sheng appeared on the third floor of the warehouse like a ghost.

He rested his hands on the handrail of the third-floor corridor, quietly looking down.

The glint of bullets and gun barrels was reflected in his dark pupils.

Only in a corner he noticed, a terrifying figure—long and menacing, with what appeared to be two scimitar-like horns on its head—was slowly emerging from the darkness, panting heavily...