Stronger with Crimson Modifier-Chapter 89: Slaughter (2)

On the cold ground, a once-lovely face was twisted in a grimace. A pair of beautiful eyes were wide open, pupils dilated, staring lifelessly ahead.

Even in death, she couldn’t understand why she had died so quickly.

Nearby, the thick-bearded man saw this and was scared out of his wits.

He suspected this was the target of his current mission. He just didn’t understand how things had turned out like this.

With no time to think, he pulled the trigger and emptied his magazine at the person before him.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Muzzle flash erupted from the dark barrel.

This time, at such close range, his opponent couldn’t dodge them all. Of the remaining five bullets, three struck the black-robed figure.

However, the expected scene of his target being killed on the spot did not happen.

The bullets easily tore holes in the black robe but failed to penetrate his body.

The last bullet hit the palm of the hand shielding his face, but it was like hitting a man forged from steel.

It merely left a small red mark on the back of his hand.

The brass-colored bullet was crushed and deformed, falling to the ground with a CLANG as the metal struck the hard floor.

"How is that possible!"

The thick-bearded man’s expression changed drastically. The scene completely shattered his understanding of reality.

However, he had no time to dwell on it. Hu Qi’s expression was indifferent as he raised his arm and glanced at the red mark.

Then, he was suddenly in front of the man, a fist rapidly growing larger before his eyes.

BAM!

The man’s forehead visibly caved in. The immense force snapped his neck, bending his head back a full one hundred and eighty degrees until the back of his head touched his spine.

He fell to the ground with a THUD and went silent forever.

After doing all this, Hu Qi’s figure flickered a few times before he rushed into the crowd and vanished.

It all happened so fast. From the moment the man started shooting, only eight or nine seconds had passed.

Seeing the bodies on the ground, some of the more timid people began to let out piercing screams.

And the man who had been chasing Hu Qi with a camera, hoping for a photo, trembled so hard that his expensive camera slipped from his hands and shattered on the ground.

However, he was in no mood to care about the camera. He collapsed onto his rear, his body trembling uncontrollably.

A murky yellow stain quickly spread across his crotch.

Thinking back on what he had just done, he was overcome with belated fear. He had been courting death.

’How could I have dared to bother such a monster?’

The situation quickly drew the attention of security guards and other cosplayers.

When they first saw the scene, these people weren’t too alarmed.

After all, in the cosplay community, you could see all sorts of bizarre things.

They thought the two people on the ground were just playing out some kind of bizarre character role-play.

It wasn’t until they heard the stuttered explanations from a few onlookers that they realized how serious the situation was. Their faces turned deathly pale, and they began to pull out their phones to call the police.

During this time, someone went to the restroom and found a young man collapsed on the floor.

He had been stripped of all his clothes, leaving him in nothing but his underwear.

After being identified by his friends, he was revealed to be a famous male cross-dresser in the cosplay community.

...

Beside the road, the world outside the rain-battered car window looked like an abstract ink wash painting.

Pedestrians scurried through the rain, their figures appearing and disappearing in the hazy mist.

The roadside trees swayed in the wind and rain, their leaves shedding drops that echoed the ones drumming against the car window.

Inside the car, Skinny’s expression grew more and more grim as time passed.

He kept lifting his wrist to check the time on his watch before looking out the window again.

’Why aren’t they out yet?’

In their line of work, speed was everything.

The longer things dragged on, the more variables could come into play.

Just then, he noticed a black-robed figure emerge from the convention center entrance into the curtain of rain.

Because of the rain, most people were looking for shelter, and few were coming out. The appearance of this figure was rather abrupt.

What concerned Skinny even more was that the figure was striding directly toward him.

Seeing this, Skinny frowned, a sense of unease growing in his heart.

He instinctively tightened his grip on the gun in his hand.

However, because he was supposed to be the getaway for his partner, he didn’t shoot right away. He decided to see what this person wanted. But that changed the moment the figure reached the car door.

CRASH!

The car window instantly shattered, sending sharp fragments flying out into the rain.

A thick arm shot unhesitatingly through the broken window and precisely grabbed Skinny’s neck as he sat in the driver’s seat.

Rain poured madly into the car.

Skinny’s eyes widened in terror, but he couldn’t break free from the iron-like grip.

It all happened too quickly.

Feeling the suffocating pressure on his neck, Skinny immediately pulled his gun, trying to shoot.

CRACK!

However, the wrist of his gun hand was snapped by an immense force, the jagged white ends of the broken bone piercing through his skin.

Skinny’s face was deathly pale. He wanted to scream, but with his throat being squeezed, he couldn’t make a sound.

"Tell me, who sent you after me?"

Hu Qi said coldly.

As he spoke, he loosened his grip on the man’s neck just enough to allow him to talk.

"Cough, cough... I’ll... I’ll talk, but... you have to... promise... to let me go. If you... don’t agree... I’d rather... AHHHH! I’ll talk! I’ll talk!"

Skinny gritted his teeth and stared at Hu Qi, but before he could finish his sentence, his other, uninjured hand was seized by a powerful grip. In an instant, the bones shattered, and his five fingers were crushed into a mangled, bloody mess.

The pain was excruciating, more than any ordinary person could bear.

The defiant look on his face instantly collapsed, and his face was streaked with tears and snot.

「A few minutes later.」

After getting the information he wanted, Hu Qi squeezed his hand forcefully.

With a SNAP, Skinny’s neck was broken, and his head slumped to the side.

’Letting him go was never an option. Since they had already made a move on me, whatever their reason, this could only end with one of us dead.’

After one last look at the body, Hu Qi turned and left.

...

「The sky grew dark as the rain fell harder.」

Because of the heavy downpour, the "Lost in Thought" milk tea shop was empty of customers.

At the moment, only a single female employee stood behind the counter.

She had straight, shoulder-length hair tied in a simple, low ponytail, with a few loose strands framing her cheeks.

Her expression was serious, her eyes fixed on the milk tea she was preparing.

The slush inside was a misty blue, and as she shook it, it took on a hue that seemed to be veiled in a thin, fog-like layer.

Seeing this, she lifted the cup and took a small sip. Her brow furrowed for a moment, then immediately smoothed out.

’It’s done. I’ll call this new product "Rain-Veiled Tea." ’

JINGLE!

At that very moment, the closed glass door to the side was pushed open. The wind chime hanging on it rang softly.