Chapter 2, The Rainy Night Massacre

A car passed by, bringing a brief moment of light to this corner abandoned by God. Through the hazy vision, one could see the half-naked corpse of a woman awkwardly wedged against the wall, her body and limbs twisted at incredible angles, her eyes wide open, with pupils not yet fully dilated, revealing a granular distribution of the sclera. The woman's abdomen had been completely opened, and at that moment, a pair of hands were navigating through the writhing intestines and entrails, occasionally accompanied by sounds of chewing that were nauseating.

In ancient times, the celestial master Ge Hong transmitted the nine-character mantra, stating: "For all nine characters, one should always perform secret blessings, cutting down all evil spirits and crooked paths"

"Those who are about to engage in battle, line up and march forward!"

However, tonight was different. Although this beautiful prey was initially rendered speechless by shock, her expression finally became rich when she saw her own entrails being removed one by one and consumed. First came confusion, then disbelief, followed by pain, and finally fear and despair. The last gaze of her dilated pupils captivated Shimokawa so much that he decided to indulge a little longer, only crushing her heart when she was on the verge of death from excessive blood loss

Ishimura's eyes darkened, and the imposing aura he had just moments ago vanished. Now, he resembled a stray dog wagging its tail in a plea for mercy, waiting for its master's forgiveness: "A... about two to three hundred meters..."

Suddenly, the lighter stopped rolling, bounced up, and was caught in Yin Huan's hand

"With such a pig-like appearance, you still wish to kill me? Do you not know that there are reflections in the puddles here? Damn it, I despise ambushes the most; let me give you another one!"

Seeing the other party speaking broken Chinese, Yin Huan's lips curled into a cold smile: "I am your father!" After saying this, he ruffled his hair, fearing that the other person might not understand, and added, "I am your father!"

"Hmph"

"After three days, I have finally found you!" Although Yin Huan's voice was calm, it was laced with a palpable sense of murderous intent

Thirty steps ahead, Yin Huan's figure paused, leaving a clear bite mark on the filter tip. Immediately afterward, he vanished from the spot, and in the next moment, a cigarette butt floated down. Utilizing the faint glow of the nearly extinguished ember, the owner of the cigarette butt curled his right middle finger and thumb together, and then the two fingers suddenly formed a seal.

Yin Huan roughly grabbed Daichuan's hair and slammed his head against the wall, saying, "Tell me, where are the others"

In the alley, a torn women's blouse hangs listlessly on the trash can, and in the darkness, the sound of a pair of large hands brutally ravaging can be heard from time to time. The noise is chaotic and slick, intermittent, like wheels stuck in sand, powerless and dull. It is also reminiscent of the unique rhythm when a scalpel glides through muscle, graceful and smooth.

As soon as the words were spoken, a sense of relief washed over him, for the terrifying man had already vanished. Gazing at the figure ahead, Shimokawa slowly rose from the heap of garbage, a strange smile suddenly appearing at the corner of his mouth. At the same time, the bandage on his right hand gradually loosened, and a peculiar object emerged from the flesh.

Just as Takashi Okagawa finished speaking, his head was struck heavily once again

Yoshi! He placed the last fragment of the heart into his throat, and Shimokawa extended his tongue to lick the blood-stained corner of his mouth, surveying the prey before him with satisfaction, feeling an inexplicable rush of pleasure that spread through every nerve in his body like a sudden enlightenment.

In a world of black raindrops, a brilliant blue light suddenly flashed by

In a short while, this creature had already revealed more than half of its body. At first glance, one cannot help but notice its large head, resembling that of a deformed big-headed baby, yet this baby only had a mouth on its face. Moreover, its entire body was covered in thick, coarse wrinkles, and at that moment, it maintained a smile identical to that of Daokawa, exhaling a puff of black smoke towards Yin Hoon.

What caught the eye was a man in his early twenties, holding a cigarette between his slender, elongated fingers, with wisps of smoke lightly enveloping his half-closed gaze

A man who can approach silently and yet boldly take such actions is certainly not an ordinary character. However, given that there is only one opponent, Ishikawa has no reservations. For the sake of caution, it is better to eliminate the threat, as it is not easy for his group to travel thousands of miles to China, and the matters at hand must not be known to outsiders. According to the higher-ups, anyone who obstructs must not be spared; they must all be killed. For the sake of caution, it is better to eliminate the threat, as it is not easy for his group to travel thousands of miles to China, and the matters at hand must not be known to outsiders. According to the higher-ups, anyone who obstructs must not be spared; they must all be killed

Last night, when he opened up the chest of a certain young woman, that foolish Chinese woman merely thought he was a client who enjoyed BDSM. In the face of pain, she not only failed to show the appropriate fear but instead wore an expression of enjoyment, which greatly displeased Ishikawa. He felt like a complete failure, as if he had fallen from a pedestal and transformed into a mere clown whose only purpose was to please others

This is a man of extremely short stature, with a crew cut, a round head, and an ugly face marred by a row of what appear to be thumbtacks embedded in his cheeks. He is draped in an oversized raincoat that does not fit his body, and it would not be an exaggeration to describe him as a dwarf. Perhaps his torso is so short that he has to adopt a semi-kneeling, forward-leaning posture, pressing his bent head against the corpse in order to awkwardly reach his hand into the woman's abdomen. From a distance, he resembles a pangolin feeding.

The storm arrived with great intensity, and the large raindrops poured down like a deluge, quickly submerging the water on the road above the ankles. The shops along the roadside, having no customers, closed early. The once brightly lit street now only had a few dim streetlights struggling against the wind and rain. It was as if the sudden downpour extinguished all the vitality of this city.

"Wine ... ... bar!" said Da Chuan, his face covered in blood.

Yin Huan pouted, imitating 007 Bond by blowing on his fingers, then turned around and retrieved a golden object from Daichuan's waist before finally departing.

Someone! Daokawa suddenly turned around, his entire body standing upright like a ghost, chest out, the joints of his five fingers producing a crisp sound of compression due to the exertion of strength

Bar! Interesting! Gazing at the dim sky, the rain has unknowingly stopped.

Yin Huan's strike can be said to have unleashed all his strength concentrated at a single point. Even a master of Tai Chi would have to pay a considerable price to withstand such a blow, let alone the careless Daikawa. At the very least, two rows of ribs would be broken, not to mention the internal organs suffering from the shock.

With a swift strike, Yin Huan took a deep drag from the cigarette held in his mouth, propped himself up with one hand, and then sprang into the air, sweeping down with a series of rapid kicks like the wind. At this moment, Ishikawa's right arm had completely lost its combat capability, and any movement caused excruciating pain. He could only retract his left hand and block the incoming strike with his elbow, while simultaneously launching his right leg to kick at Yin Huan's waist. However, Yin Huan did not evade; he merely shifted his body to the side, sank his waist, and absorbed the kick with his back. At the same time, he exerted force with his upper body, and with a powerful shoulder charge, he sent Ishikawa flying horizontally to the ground.

Baga! When has he, who has always killed without mercy, ever been subjected to such mockery? Now he no longer cares to know who the other party is. No matter who it is, they must die before him today

Who are you?" Takashiro furrowed his thick brows, suddenly filled with a murderous intent

But unfortunately, before he could finish his clever scheme, Yin Huan spun in mid-air, kicking up a spray of mud and water. Turning around, he deftly grasped the hand blade that Ishikawa had struck out with, using the momentum of his descent to pull, lead, and send. With a sharp "crack," Ishikawa's entire wrist joint was dislocated.

The lighter seemed to possess a certain spirit as it rolled back and forth on his fingers

"One does not give up until reaching the Yellow River, and one does not shed tears until seeing the coffin!" Yin Huan's lips curved into a beautiful arc, maintaining his steadfast posture, while playfully manipulating a lighter with his slender fingers, a smile on his face

"I hope to encounter such beautiful and charismatic Chinese women again tomorrow..." Ishikawa took out a pack of tissues to wipe his greasy hands, smiling as he spoke in a stiff Chinese. However, just as the smile reached the second muscle of his cheek, it abruptly froze in place. At the same time, in the extreme silence, a discordant sound of a lighter clicked, "ka-cha," followed by a small flame dancing on the wall in front of Ishikawa, bringing a touch of warmth that revived the cold environment.

Where is the bar

How far ahead is it, ten meters, one hundred meters, or one thousand meters? I do not want to ask a second time

Thud ... . ... The hand that Takagawa had just raised fell weakly.

Bang! Daokawa flew up and crashed into the wall, spitting out three mouthfuls of fresh blood

Although the first half of the sentence in Beijing dialect may be somewhat difficult for the foreigner Daichuan to understand, the second half in Japanese, however, greatly heightened his murderous intent

At that moment, he moved. But the speed was so fast that, despite his wide-open eyes, he could only catch a glimpse of a blurred black shadow, as if several identical figures overlapped into a mirrored curve. In the alley after the rain, the ground was a mix of mud and the blood of the deceased. When they were still three meters apart, Yin Huan's leather shoes splashed water on the ground as he reached out to grab Ishikawa's neck. Ishikawa sidestepped, evading Yin Huan's attack, while simultaneously sweeping his foot to strike at Yin Huan's ankle. The alley after the rain was filled with mud mixed with the blood of the deceased. When they were still three meters apart, Yin Huan's leather shoes splashed water on the ground as he reached out to grab Ishikawa's neck. Ishikawa sidestepped, evading Yin Huan's attack, while simultaneously sweeping his foot to strike at Yin Huan's ankle. Due to the great inertia, Yin Huan stumbled and was about to fall forward. At that moment, a hint of disappointment flashed in Ishikawa's eerie red eyes. His right hand formed a blade as he aimed for the back of Yin Huan's head. The battle was coming to an end, Ishikawa thought to himself, if nothing unexpected happened, this strike would be enough to sever this kid's fine head, right? At that time, the immense pressure in the abdominal cavity would spray all his blood out, blooming into a beautiful cherry blossom. Blood, just thinking of the sweet blood made Ishikawa involuntarily salivate. At that moment, a hint of disappointment flashed in Ishikawa's eerie red eyes. His right hand formed a blade as he aimed for the back of Yin Huan's head. The battle was coming to an end, Ishikawa thought to himself, if nothing unexpected happened, this strike would be enough to sever this kid's fine head, right? At that time, the immense pressure in the abdominal cavity would spray all his blood out, blooming into a beautiful cherry blossom. Blood, just thinking of the sweet blood made Ishikawa involuntarily salivate.