Unusual Fate Records

Chapter 15.015. Death Match

The other few people peeked out from beside several shipping containers, swaying as they slowly approached.

Jin Ziyue glanced at the people in front of him and silently deduced their names based on their physical characteristics and the information he had gathered.

The iron chain dragged on the ground, making a clanging sound. Another man was half-wrapped in chains, with dark brown chains wrapped around his right arm and a barbed flail hanging from the end.

His upper body was covered in a menacing dragon tattoo, with the ferocious dragon head coiled around his arm as if spitting out a meteor hammer.

Burning Mountain Hall, Yinmoro.

On the other side, the honest-looking fat man rubbed his belly, wiped his greasy lips with his thick fingers, and his wide-sleeved robe looked like it was dragging two wide sleeves. As he took a step, a half-eaten chicken leg fell out of it with a gurgle. He quickly bent down, picked it up, shook off the dust, and swallowed the rest of the meat and bones in one gulp.

Ranshantang, Ojin Yazhong.

"Tap tap." The woman with a buzz cut wearing high heels and a thick down jacket was wearing black sunglasses that obscured her face. Her purple lips were strangely bright and vivid. Her hands were in her pockets. Although she was part of the group, she was subtly one step behind the others.

Ranshantang, Zuo Qianzi.

"Clang—" The flying knife was blocked by Jin Ziyue's longsword, bounced off, and obediently returned to the attacker's hand. The thin, short man took his knife, tucked it into his waistband, a black eye patch covering his right eye, and walked with a slightly hunched back. He said, "This time it's just a greeting. Next time, my knife will pierce your eyes."

Burning Mountain Hall, hyena.

"Kid, we meet again." The dual-gunner whistled, but his voice was still like a rolling stone machine, rattling and cracking. "To be honest, I only have this one life left, and I really don't want to fight you again. But considering that Boss Araki is also here, it's good to take some credit for something that's almost certain to be won."

Ranshan Hall, the talkative Double Gunner.

"Naoki is so happy, Naoki guessed right again." A bald man smiled憨厚ly, clapping all the way as he walked. His expression was somewhat eccentric as he walked, shaking his head and swaying his body, his small eyes seemingly hiding in the flesh of his face.

Ranzan-do, Naoki.

The last person to arrive was somewhat overweight. He held his breath the entire time, trembling all over, not daring to breathe loudly. Only his triangular eyes and high nose bridge revealed his resentment. He drew a dog-leg knife from his side, his eyes bloodshot.

Not within the scope of data display.

There were other White Walkers around, but they didn't approach.

Araki turned his head and snorted his cigar before slowly standing up and sizing up Jin Ziyue.

Beneath his calm eyes lurked a bloodthirsty red light, meeting the pale, laughing-crying mask.

He remained silent, his face a strange mix of mockery and sorrow.

Having been through countless battles, his hair stood on end. Behind the man, it seemed as if countless dead souls were rising. Just that murderous aura was enough to make him shout excitedly from the bottom of his heart straight to his head.

In an instant, Araki realized that this conflict could only end with the death of one side, and there was absolutely no possibility of reconciliation.

"Where did this monster come from...?"

Araki grinned widely, extending his fists, each gripped with brass knuckles. One fist thrust forward, the other guarding his chest, he assumed a fighting stance, his round pupils surrounded by prominent veins.

"No matter what kind of monster you are, you've cost me so many brothers, you'll have to pay with your life tonight!"

The man opposite remained silent, slowly raising half of his crying face and half of his smiling face. Through his narrow slits, one could vaguely see his lifeless eyes.

Araki's nostrils trembled with excitement. He took a deep breath, clenched his teeth until his cheeks bulged, and the cold air filled his lungs as he strained with all his might.

“Fuck—”

A tiger roared, creating a sonic boom, and the metal containers clanged loudly.

The White Walkers bared their teeth, their skin rapidly turning blue and gray with each roar, and their weapons instantly came to life in their hands as they charged forward with shouts.

The icehouse was chillingly cold. Jin Ziyue twisted his hips and took a few steps, raised his hand to wield his knife, and swung it in a white arc.

The blood-stained blade lay across his face, perfectly reflecting the eerie smile of the pale mask.

……

“Drip, drip, drip.”

The nightlight in the room turned on by itself when there was no light, and outside the window, the city lights were already dazzling. Occasionally, you could hear the loud car horns from the downtown area.

The phone rang and vibrated, and I slowly moved it from the bedside table.

A slender, white arm slapped down, fumbled around for a while, and then swiped away the alarm clock that was disturbing my peaceful sleep.

"what time is it……"

Fujiwara Chizuru patted her head, still sleepy-eyed, her hair a little messy, and half of her body peeked out from under the plain white blankets, half of her clothes slipping off her shoulder.

She opened her eyes groggily, still feeling the effects of the alcohol, her head spinning.

"Ah! It's already this late!"

She looked up at the night outside the window, instantly becoming alert. She sat up abruptly, picked up her phone, and examined it closely.

More than a dozen missed calls and several text messages.

The caller ID showed names from Akasaka and Tanaka, as well as Kuroshiro and an unfamiliar number.

But soon, Chizuru Fujiwara deduced the owner of the unknown phone number from the text message:

"Officer Fujiwara, this is Jin. Miss Ito has gone to the icehouse. Could you please ensure her safety?"

"Officer Fujiwara, Ito didn't tell me the address of the icehouse. Could you help me look it up?"

"Oh no, oh no!"

Fujiwara Chizuru then remembered that she had made a bold statement, leaving this matter to her.

She hurriedly gathered her clothes, muttering to herself with a pout, "This guy is quite thoughtful."

She quickly combed her long, flowing hair, gathered it into a single strand, flipped her wrist, slipped a hair tie over it, lifted it up, and hastily tied it into a ponytail before fussing and leaving the bedroom.

"beep--"

The call is connected.

"Section Chief, you finally replied!"

Across from me was Tanaka's booming voice.

Fujiwara Chizuru opened the car door, put on her earpiece, and said, "Tanaka, which icehouse is under the jurisdiction of Renzan-do?"

"Ah... Section Chief, you're not going to do something stupid, are you?"

"explain."

The woman fastened her seatbelt, turned the key to start the engine, quickly shifted gears, and floored the accelerator, causing the Maserati to roar.

"The meat and fresh food cold storage of Fuyuan Restaurant."

The man's momentum immediately deflated upon hearing the roaring engine.

"Please also check the relationship between Fuyuan Restaurant and Ranshan Hall. I feel there's something wrong between them."

Fujiwara Chizuru stared ahead as the streetlights on either side flashed by, and the surrounding cars gradually fell behind, leaving behind a trail of dust.

"Section Chief, really, don't mess with those guys, it'll only get you into trouble."

"Tanaka, these guys are committing all sorts of evil deeds. If even we don't stop them, who else can protect our citizens?"

"But Section Chief, you must understand that the current order in District 16 is not up to us. If we do anything foolish, the consequences will be unpredictable!"

"The consequences for me would be unimaginable if I did not follow my beliefs."

Chizuru Fujiwara gripped the steering wheel firmly with both hands, countless headlights flashing past her glasses as the Maserati darted left and right along the winding road.

"Section Chief..."

"My mind is made up." Even as she weaved through traffic, the woman's expression remained unchanged.

"be careful."

"it is good."

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