I've Had My Share of Pain. Now It's Your Turn

"Smack?!"

The light under the glass floor suddenly went out, like a TV program that was being watched with great interest suddenly going black. Jia Wa was so angry that he couldn't help but kick the ground hard.

"Call--"

He walked to the liquor cabinet, poured himself a refill of his glass, took a sip, smacked his lips, and said, "Hei Cha, do you think I've offended someone lately?"

The man in the white vest gave him a strange look, but ultimately didn't say what was on his mind. After thinking for a moment, he replied, "We've offended quite a few people over the years."

"Then who do you think sent this guy?"

As Jia Wa drank, he turned his gaze straight ahead. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, he could see the brightly lit night view of most of the Pawan District.

"Have no idea."

The man shook his head. "He must be a master of a legitimate martial arts style. It's too far away to see clearly. However..."

The man paused, then calmly added, "We'll find out by grabbing him and asking him."

Jia Wa smiled, said nothing, and simply waved his hand casually behind him.

The man nodded, turned and walked away, thoughtfully closing the door behind Jia Wa as he left the room.

Jia Wa stood alone in front of the French windows and lit a cigarette.

He wasn't worried about anything going wrong.

Hei Cha was a top-tier fighter he brought from the village. He had saved his life countless times and helped him solve countless problems. Except for true fighter-level masters, Hei Cha feared no one.

Gunshots could still be faintly heard from downstairs. The effects of the marijuana mixed with alcohol were taking hold, and Jia Wa's eyes gradually became glazed over.

He turned on the stereo, played an old song, then walked to the middle of the glass floor and began to sway his body, each step seemingly on the beat of a drumbeat accompanied by gunfire...

"Roar--"

In the darkness, a ferocious figure with outwardly elongated limbs and bloodshot, scarlet eyes, darted swiftly up the wall to the second floor.

Sharp claws scraped against the iron railings along the way, sending sparks flying.

The gunfire on the second floor stopped, followed by an incredulous, terrified scream from the darkness, "What... what is that?!"

The gunfire that resumed suddenly became chaotic, interspersed with sounds like sharp blades repeatedly piercing bodies, accompanied by piles of blood and organs, screams, screams, howls, chewing...

The area below was in complete chaos.

Cheng Sheng watched for a while, and seeing that the AK bullets only left a string of blood spots on the Abyss Imp, causing it some impact, but no other substantial damage, he turned around with peace of mind and walked into the passageway entrance next to the corridor.

The summoned Abyss Imp was nearing its limit, already placing a considerable burden on his mental strength.

It was supposed to self-destruct around tonight, but this incident happened just in time, so it's a good use of its resources.

The battle proved that the hundreds of kilograms of frozen raw meat that Cheng Sheng were not wasted. The Abyss Imp that had grown up possessed considerable combat power. The innate killing instinct of Abyss species made it resemble a living meat grinder when facing these ordinary people.

"Clatter..."

Cheng Sheng walked inside along the passageway.

The entire third floor of the warehouse has been transformed into a nightclub, with emergency lights overhead, marble tiles covering the floor, and luxuriously decorated private rooms on both sides.

A casino on the first floor, a boxing gym on the second, and a nightclub on the third—I must say, the benefits for the core members of the Red Ba Gang are indeed excellent. Cheng Sheng was even tempted to join the triads.

There was a fight and a gun battle downstairs, and almost everyone on the third floor had left, leaving only a few hostesses hiding in the private rooms.

In a private room, someone cautiously peeked out halfway through their head, peering out through a small window in the door.

Cheng Sheng suddenly leaned closer, his face stained with blood and sporting a wicked grin, which startled the young lady inside, causing her to scream in terror.

"Ha ha..."

Cheng Sheng didn't go in, but continued forward with a smile until he reached two tightly closed European-style doors.

Logically, the entrance to the fourth floor should be behind the door.

A conspicuous red spot remained lit in Cheng Sheng's field of vision, just like when he assassinated Zhou Wenye last time. Before coming here, he had asked the Abyss to give him a small "auto-pathfinding" feature.

Cheng Sheng rubbed his eyelids and pushed the door open forcefully.

However, the moment he pushed open the door—

"Hiss--!"

It sounded like a tiny insect darting through the air!

Cheng Sheng's pupils suddenly contracted.

Sparrow Spirit!

"Bang!!!"

In the narrow passageway that could only accommodate three people walking side by side, a small burst of air exploded.

Cheng Sheng stumbled back several steps, his back slamming against the door he had just entered through with a loud thud.

"Click click..."

He slowly lowered his arms, which were crossed over his chest, and twisted his neck. On his well-proportioned and streamlined muscular body, the Spiny Skin and Crocodile Sinews stretched out together.

Looking up, I saw a middle-aged man with dark skin, wearing a white vest, slowly lowering his raised knees, staring coldly at me.

"Black Killing Style?"

The man wasn't particularly strong, but his muscles looked like steel plates nailed to his body.

His gaze swept over Cheng Sheng, "When did the Black Killing Style produce such a young master like you?"

He narrowed his eyes and looked behind Cheng Sheng, as if wary of others who might jump out at any moment.

Cheng Sheng noticed the man's hesitation, smiled, and said, "Don't worry, everything today was my personal action and has nothing to do with the Black Killing Style."

"That..."

The man's gaze softened, and he said softly, "What a pity."

In the corridor leading from the third to the fourth floor, a cold, bluish light shone down, and neither of them spoke again.

The passageway was eerily quiet.

Until a certain moment, the peace was suddenly shattered. The two moved almost simultaneously, rushing towards one direction and colliding violently!

"Bang!"

Cheng Sheng was bounced back in one move, and before he could regain his footing, the man's subsequent attacks came like a storm.

Men's fighting styles are peculiar, always possessing vicious and swift methods, like the tail hidden behind a scorpion, extending from an unexpected angle to sting Cheng Sheng hard.

He was also a martial artist at the Body Sha Realm, his Sha Light was deep gray to almost black, and his attacks were swift and powerful.

Cheng Sheng's mastery of the Six Great Forms of the Black Killing Style is far from perfect, and he also lacks practical experience in fighting against opponents of the same level. After the man caught his weakness for the first time, he was left with almost nothing but the ability to parry.

Relying on the optimized Spiny Skin, Crocodile Sinews, and powerful Sha Light for defense, she could barely hold on, but the parts of her body hit by the man felt as if they had been stung by a scorpion's stinger, causing excruciating pain.

"Huff--hiss--huff--hiss..."

Cheng Sheng barely managed to remain undefeated using his Six Great Forms Defense Form, but his breathing gradually became heavy.

The veins on his forehead kept throbbing, and the blood vessels in his eyes were slowly increasing.

At some point!

"It hurts so much!"

"Call--"

Having reached his limit of endurance Cheng Sheng suddenly let out a low roar, enduring the man's punch that landed hard on his left ribs, his eyes bloodshot as he suddenly reached out to grab the man's face.

The man retreated hastily. Faced with Cheng Sheng's sudden outburst, he was not surprised at all; instead, a faint look of mockery appeared on his face.

After fighting for a while, he had figured out Cheng Sheng's background. Although he didn't know how the young man had mastered the Black Killing Style's hard skills to such a level, and even advanced to the Body Sha Realm.

However, his opponent was far too inept in the application of fighting techniques and in terms of practical combat experience. He could bully ordinary people, but against a top-level fighter like him who had been through countless battles, he could only become a sitting duck.

The man took a few steps to create distance between himself and Cheng Sheng, then swayed his body and swung his right hand out like lightning, aiming straight for Cheng Sheng's temple.

The hand was covered in a thick, Sha Light; the next thing to happen, without a doubt, was that the other person's temples would cave in, and their eyeballs would burst like blood bubbles...

However, at that moment...

"Click-clack..."

Suddenly, a series of fine crackling sounds emanated from the person opposite, as if their muscles were tensing and their bones were colliding, and their entire body suddenly swelled up several sizes as if an inflated balloon had been blown up.

An intense sense of oppression instantly overwhelmed me!

"Smack!" "Smack!"

In an instant, with two crisp sounds, the man's right hand, which he had thrown out, and his head were firmly gripped by two large hands with bulging veins and surging strength.

"You..."

Caught off guard, the man stared in astonishment at the boy whose appearance had suddenly changed, his mind momentarily blank.

"I'm done with the pain."

The young face, which had once been somewhat handsome but was now contorted into a grotesque mess by bulging veins and muscles, drew closer, its hot breath brushing against the man's face.

"Now... it's your turn to cry out in pain."

The man's pupils contracted; his boxer's instincts made him instinctively try to break free.

The latter, however, gave him absolutely no chance, and with an unreasonable and domineering attitude, firmly gripped his forehead with his right hand, violently slamming his head against the wall...