The Successor and the Fly Factory

It has to be said that having Jia Wa around really saved Cheng Sheng a lot of trouble.

Previously, he had been worried about how to install surveillance cameras at the old campus of Qingsha No. 3 Middle School, but now, with just a word, a large number of Red Ba Gang members would naturally take action.

It's not just surveillance; the entire Qingsha No. 3 Middle School is monitored 24 hours a day to guard against any "suspicious individuals" approaching.

This allowed Cheng Sheng to maximize the advantages of his original plan of waiting in ambush and using covert tactics against overt ones.

In addition, Jia Wa has already contacted specialized buyers for the offerings for the subsequent sixth and seventh sacrifices, thanks to his extensive network of connections. Before long, all sorts of large, ferocious beasts will be transported to Cheng Sheng, eliminating the need for the previous painstaking search for various purchasing channels...

Then comes the breeding of Hell Plague Fly, feeding the next wave of Abyss Imp, Song Cai's problem with the Red Ba Gang's usury...

Cheng Sheng no longer needs to worry about Cheng Sheng.

"That's settled then. Call me if you need anything..."

Cheng Sheng saw the delivery truck stop downstairs at his building, and a group of people carrying sofas, furniture, and fish tanks upstairs with great effort. He casually gave an order and then walked straight out of the community.

Jia Wa responded, his expression respectful and his posture upright as he watched Cheng Sheng ride away quickly on his motorcycle.

He only gradually relaxed when the black figure was no longer out of sight.

After a night of terror, Jia Wa's face was etched with exhaustion, but his eyes were brimming with excitement!

While the Blood Contract did have an effect, Jia Wa completely accepted and cooperated with his "master" from the bottom of his heart.

Nobody knows what he went through last night.

No one knows who the person he so fervently idolizes is.

As a pivotal figure in the criminal underworld of Qingsha City, Jia Wa knows more about the upper echelons of this world than the average person!

Those circles that were once out of his reach are now finally within his reach.

--The army has surrendered!

The mere thought of those two words sent shivers down Jia Wa's spine.

His master, Jia Wa, was a true sorcerer!

Compared to this, what are a mere martial arts expert like Hei Cha, and those who died last night...?

Thinking of this, Jia Wa took a deep breath, straightened his clothes and hair, rubbed his cheeks, and tried to make himself look more docile and approachable.

Then, with a serious expression, he walked towards the residential building not far away.

Since we're already here, we should naturally pay a visit to the host's home.

To please your master, start by pleasing his parents!

The "bloody night" at the headquarters of the Red Ba Gang did not cause any ripples in Qingsha City.

In places like Nantu, in unseen corners, bloodshed and filth happen almost every second.

Death is perfectly normal, even if there are a few more deaths than usual.

As long as the leader of the Red Ba Gang, Jia Wa, remains safe, the entire Red Ba Gang will continue to operate as usual.

Ordinary thugs are like ants in an anthill; if you step on one and kill a bunch, more will immediately fill the gap.

Ironically, the Cheng Sheng family was the one most "affected" by this incident.

While Cheng Shuisheng and Wu Li were frowning and unable to sleep at night worrying about how to deal with the Red Ba Gang's aggressive extortion, they never expected that the Red Ba Gang's attitude would change drastically the next day.

A man who looked like a high-ranking Red Ba Gang personally led a group to apologize. They not only returned the previous bribes and gave the couple a large sum of compensation, a whole set of brand-new, expensive furniture, but also made the men who had smashed the Cheng Shuisheng tank cut off one of their ears each in front of them...

Cheng Shuisheng and Wu Li were so taken aback by this situation that they were "flattered but also overwhelmed." They were on tenterhooks for days, even considering closing the travel agency and packing their bags to leave for the night...

Of course, they never connected this matter with their son.

He even repeatedly called Cheng Sheng and Cheng Yue, telling them not to come home for the time being if there was nothing else to do.

Black Killing Dojo.

In a semi-open martial arts arena with teak flooring, two figures are practicing sparring.

The two were very fast, using moves from the Six Great Forms of the Black Killing Style. They countered each other's moves, their fists, feet, elbows, and knees colliding, constantly producing muffled "bang" sounds.

"Call--"

Suddenly, one of the slender, well-proportioned figures retreated rapidly, quickly creating distance between himself and his opponent, and then waved his hand to signal a halt.

"Forget it, let's not fight anymore."

While adjusting his breathing, Cheng Sheng casually remarked, "This kind of sparring is meaningless; there's no killing intent in Senior Sister's fists."

"It's not like you've killed anyone..."

Sulai, who was sparring with him, wiped his sweat and couldn't help but purse his lips in response.

Cheng Sheng smiled but didn't say anything.

Actually, Sulai's Six Great Forms techniques are quite good; he's definitely much better than Suleimani.

However, on the one hand, Sulai's moves did indeed lack a fierce killing intent, and on the other hand, sparring with Sulai was really uncomfortable for him.

He had to control his strength and speed at a level close to that of Nurturing Sha, while also taking into account Sulai's status as a woman.

For example, he didn't dare to use the Grappling Form, one of the Six Great Forms, on Sulai easily. After all, the weather was hot and humid, and neither of them was wearing much clothing. If they got into a reaction after being twisted together, he would be embarrassed, and Sulai would be embarrassed too.

And Sulai had a particularly elaborate hairstyle today, and during the fight she kept dangling in front of Cheng Sheng, making Cheng Sheng constantly want to reach out and pull her hair...

There are also areas like the chest, buttocks, and lower abdomen that are not easy to touch.

Too many concerns made the fight feel restrictive and unenjoyable, so I simply stopped fighting.

Cheng Sheng had no choice. The gym owner, Su Tai, was injured, his senior brother Sha Lie, was away, Songpa was busy managing the gym. Only his senior sister, Sulai, who had nothing to do, had time to train with him.

"I'm not practicing anymore, what's the point of practicing?"

Cheng Sheng thought to himself, "If I keep training like this, when will I ever catch up with those fighters who have been practicing on training dummies for ten or twenty years... I'll find an opportunity to hold another Blood Sacrifice and incorporate some of the Abyss Demons' killing techniques."

Cheng Sheng has a very relaxed attitude. Apart from his role as a warlock, any other power system is just a weapon he can use temporarily.

When have you ever seen someone play an online game and use a beginner's wooden sword to hack and slash their way through the entire game?

Even +20 enhancement isn't enough.

"Miss, the master is looking for you."

At that moment, a barefoot maid with dark yellow skin, wearing a tube skirt, rushed in from the entrance of the dojo and called out to Sulai.

Sulai responded, glanced at Cheng Sheng, and then left with the maid.

Cheng Sheng didn't take it seriously. The main reason Sulai had been staying at the dojo was to take care of her father, Su Tai.

Speaking of which, Cheng Sheng has not seen this current leader of the Black Killing Style since the last ceremony for advancing to the core.

His talent is not bad; strictly speaking, it could even be considered excellent. Theoretically, after formally entering the sect, he should have received special attention from Su Tai and been personally instructed by him.

The reality was quite the opposite; Su Tai's attitude towards his youngest disciple was always rather cold, almost completely ignoring him.

One reason is probably that Su Tai is currently injured and has neither the mind nor the energy to deal with him; another reason is...

Perhaps in Su Tai's mind, Sha Lie was already the successor he had chosen for his school of martial arts long ago.

Su Tai treated Sha Lie like his own son, pouring unimaginable effort into Sha Lie. Compared to Sha Lie, his other disciples, including Sulai, were merely tools to maintain the operation of the Black Killing Style lineage.

Only Sha Lie is the true core.

Cheng Sheng learned this from casual conversations with Sulai.

Whenever Su Tai talks about how good he is to Sha Lie, Sulai, Su Tai's biological daughter, reveals a hint of bitterness and envy in her words.

Cheng Sheng used a towel to soak up some spring water that the dojo's servants had brought earlier that morning to wipe the light sweat off his body. A little while later, his cell phone, which he had placed aside, rang.

Cheng Sheng glanced at the text message, his eyes flashing slightly, then quickly put on his clothes and hurriedly left.

Twenty minutes later, he arrived at a spot on the riverbank in the Pawan District.

"Owner."

Jia Wa was already waiting there. Upon seeing him, he first greeted him respectfully, then handed him a thick protective mask, and personally led him into a warehouse on the riverbank.

As Cheng Sheng entered the warehouse, he squinted slightly behind his mask.

Inside the warehouse, eight reaction tanks, similar to those in a chemical plant, were neatly arranged.

Each pool was filled with putrid entrails and filth, and flies, drawn by the stench, swarmed across almost the entire factory roof.

People were busy around each pool; some had just climbed out, removed their masks, and started vomiting, only to collapse by the pool...

This is the "Hell Plague Fly" breeding factory that Cheng Sheng built with the Red Ba Gang!