Rebirth: Slice-of-life Cultivation-Chapter 684 - 420 Annihilation!_3

Yuan Lin spoke helplessly from the side, "Madam, stop messing around. We can’t stay in Yuzhou for long."

There were words he kept to himself. With your current ghostly appearance—gray, dirty braids, big earrings, heavy makeup, and scanty clothing—

even the gangsters couldn’t be bothered with you, let alone boys from small towns like Jiang Ning, who would steer clear and avoid you altogether.

Wei Zishan said earnestly, "It’s precisely because we can’t stay long that I can’t afford to leave with any regrets."

...

In the Old City, a dilapidated two-story house with an old courtyard.

Inside the bedroom, Brother Cheng was using cotton balls and iodine to wipe his wounds.

Occasionally, when he touched the deeper cuts, the pain would make him hiss in distress.

It wasn’t just him; Xiao Wang with his dark face, Yellow Hair, and the gloomy young man were all there.

Brother Cheng often got into fights, so there was a good stock of medical supplies for wound dressing at home.

The atmosphere in the room was so cold and intimidating it was terrifying, almost like it had solidified.

"Brother Cheng, I’ve said it before, and I’ll stand by it to the end, whatever you do," Xiao Wang’s face twisted, consumed by hatred.

The gloomy man remained silent; an individualist who acted with no regard for consequences, his audacity with a steel spike revealed his character.

Back in junior high, he had blinded someone and his family had to pay a hefty sum in compensation.

As for Yellow Hair, he said, "Brother Cheng, we should get some lime powder and try a surprise attack. No matter how tough he is, it won’t matter. Later we can bag him, gouge out his eyes, then castrate him."

His words were incredibly cruel, devoid of any humanity. fгeewebnovёl.com

Brother Cheng’s expression shifted uncertainly; he thought of the girl at the barbecue stand, her beauty and figure that he could never touch in his lifetime.

He made up his mind, "Let’s not mess with that guy first. Let’s start with that girl. Xiao Wang, you scope her out. She must be a student. Find out her route home from school."

Xiao Wang said, "Okay, I’ll look into it."

"Once it’s done, I’m in," Brother Cheng said with a poker face.

The others paused.

"Are you guys in? Together?" Brother Cheng added.

Xiao Wang said, "I’m in, but what if she talks afterward?"

Brother Cheng said coldly, "We’ll take photos, record videos. You think she’d dare speak up?"

Just the thought of blackmailing her with the video and threatening such a beautiful girl whenever he wanted left Brother Cheng’s throat dry, and his wounds felt less painful than before.

When he grew tired of her, he could force her to make money. With her looks, there would surely be many willing to pay her a visit. Wouldn’t she earn way more than selling goods in the countryside?

And when the time came, he could capture the man who had hit them today and have him witness it all.

Right, there was also that little girl... Brother Cheng’s expression was cruel beyond measure.

The group discussed the details in a frenzy of extreme emotions, completely losing their humanity and reduced to primal desires.

"Xiao Wang, go scope it out tomorrow morning, and I’ll handle the lime powder," Brother Cheng decided with a final smack of his hand.

At that moment, the room door burst open with a loud bang, the thick wooden door exploding into pieces.

Xiao Wang was struck by the splintered wood, his cries of pain echoing shrilly.

Brother Cheng looked toward the door, grabbed the short knife by the window, and yelled, "Who’s there?"

Then he saw a figure shrouded in black clothes, face hidden under a wide-brimmed hat, standing in the broken doorway.

The figure was silent and motionless; Brother Cheng felt a shudder in his heart, sensing something peculiar about the figure, not quite human.

In the next second, the figure raised a bucket-shaped container and threw a large amount of liquid at them. The four men couldn’t dodge in time and were drenched.

Brother Cheng detected a pungent smell and instantly realized,

"Gasoline!"

The last image he saw was a glittering, golden rectangular paper spontaneously igniting without wind. Before touching the ground, it was already half burnt and, in a flash, set the entirety of the room ablaze.

...

At the same time.

The mountain bike stopped at the entrance to the gaming arcade, Jiang Ning applied the brakes, his smile warm,

"Tongtong, come on, let’s play some arcade games."