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Chapter 746 Old Tooth, Spotted Slave

Blood-red fireworks burst forth, and a skinny man with a protruding mouth threw away a half-eaten bone and stood up from the table laden with meat.

He was thin and short, but had an enormous appetite and loved eating meat.

A pair of beady eyes were fixed on the fireworks outside the window, and his greasy hands were wiped on the expensive curtains: "Negotiations have broken down, and Takekawa-sha has made its move."

The door opened at that moment, and a man who looked like he had albinism walked into the room with an extremely serious expression: "Old Ya, the melee in the third district has begun. Shan Jun took most of the men with him, so we can't be careless tonight."

"Everyone's focused on the Third District, who would be so foolish as to target the First District at this time? Are they tired of living?" The skinny guy known as Old Tooth didn't care at all. He tossed a piece of pork, bone and all, onto the table and said, "Ban Nu, shall we brothers have a drink?"

The albino patient, Spotted Slave, and the skinny guy with the protruding mouth, Old Tooth, are both under the command of the First District Mountain Lord, managing the underground black market. One is responsible for transportation, and the other for maintaining order.

With a look of disgust, Ban Nu took out half a key: "Don't betray Shan Jun's trust. The Second District just announced that the source of infection is out of control. What are the night police in the Fourth District plotting in the dark? The City Council is also thinking about weakening the gang's power. I even suspect that the chaos in the Third District was planned by those hypocrites in the Thirteenth District."

"Don't overthink it. Since Shan Jun is willing to take action, it means he's 100% confident. All parties have already completed the exchange of interests behind the table. Tonight is just a formality." Old Ya chuckled as he looked out the window. Flames were shooting into the sky in the direction of the Third District, and you could almost smell a faint scent of blood.

"I hope everything goes well." Bannu clashed the half of the key in his hand with the half of the key in Laoya's hand. After the two of them entered the command, the key separated again.

Every time Shan Jun goes out, he entrusts the key to the most important warehouse in the black market to two people for safekeeping. They need to verify it every six hours. If the verification is not completed within the specified time, Shan Jun will receive a notification and the reserved backup plan will be activated.

"I'll go monitor the night watchmen's movements. I'll leave the black market to you." Ban Nu carefully put away the half of the key and walked out of the tallest building in the black market with a slight sense of unease. He had been feeling uneasy ever since it got dark, with a feeling that something bad was going to happen.

"Being too cautious is just scaring yourself." Old Ya watched Ban Nu's departing figure, grabbed a large piece of meat from the table, and tore into it fiercely.

The First District boasts the city's largest underground black market, where you can find anything from forbidden drugs and experimental corpses to firearms and explosives. In addition to trading goods, the black market also provides services such as kidnapping, hunting, and debt collection. It possesses extremely strong combat power and is firmly among the top three gangs in the First District.

"Even if the mountain lord isn't here, who would dare to cause trouble here?" Old Tooth chewed on the meat in his hand, fresh blood still clinging to the corner of his mouth.

Half an hour later, his dinner party was still not over, but the surroundings gradually became quiet, and the smell of blood in the air intensified as people twitched their nostrils.

"How many people have died in the Third District? The stench of blood has even reached here?"

With his greasy hand reaching under the table, Old Tooth silently pulled out a syringe and hid it in his sleeve, while his other hand drew his pistol.

He tapped the button on the table to summon his men, but there were no footsteps in the corridor. He slowly got up and walked towards the bedroom, where there was a hidden door leading to the black market.

Just as I took a step out, all the lights inside the house suddenly went out, and a figure wearing a black raincoat appeared in the doorway.

From a great distance, Lao Ya raised his hand and fired a shot. His marksmanship was frightening; normally, he would have blown the opponent's head off. However, his figure displayed agility far beyond that of ordinary people.

"This physical condition, damn it! He's a night watchman!" Old Ya didn't even look, fired several shots, and moved towards the bedroom.

"Resolve this within three minutes, and avoid any further incidents." A cold voice echoed inside the room. Five figures, clad in black raincoats and dressed in full night police uniforms, drew their weapons and launched an attack on Old Tooth from different directions.

The lights suddenly went out, and before Old Tooth's eyes had adjusted to the darkness, his ability to react instantly exceeded Black Raincoat's expectations.

In the encirclement that followed, Lao Ya relied on his familiarity with the terrain to maneuver and retreat, almost escaping several times. Unfortunately, every time he was about to approach the exit, a sixth person in a black raincoat would come to his rescue.

The man had no guns, yet he exuded a strong, blood-red malice, and his terror was comparable only to that of the Mountain Lord.

"A night watchman wearing epaulettes!"

The Night Watchers who can manipulate malice and possess such power cannot be nobodies; it must have been those ten Night Watchers with epaulets who made the move.

Knowing there was no chance to escape, Lao Ya was not afraid. He first tried to contact Shan Jun, but the signal was cut off. In order to leave more information, he injected the needle hidden in his sleeve into his vein.

A roar like a tiger's howl rang out, and Old Tooth's thin body began to swell, his muscles wrapping around him like hemp ropes, so that even if ordinary bullets hit him, they could not cause a fatal wound.

A surge of malice erupted from the depths of his heart, and Old Tooth's mouth seemed to be torn apart, growing larger and larger as sharp teeth bared out.

Despite the malice slowly eroding his will, Old Tooth still endured the pain, his hand hidden behind his back secretly leaving some marks for the mountain lord.

That's their internal communication method; it roughly means be careful of night patrols, as there are night patrols wearing epaulets involved.

"Fortunately, we cleared all the guards around the building beforehand, otherwise, with his commotion, our situation would have become very passive."

Upon hearing that cold voice, Lao Ya could no longer maintain his rationality. Those brothers who had followed him through thick and thin, those living, breathing people, were reduced to just two words in that person's mouth—"clean up."

"You can't escape! The mountain king will surely tear off your heads and drink your blood dry!"

Having lost his last shred of reason, the monster that Old Tooth had transformed into lunged at a man in a black raincoat. Just as he was about to rip off the man's head, a surge of crimson malice wrapped around Old Tooth's body like a rope.

"In my observation, you are thin, timid, and extremely weak." With that voice, the crimson malice surged several meters, like colorful butterfly wings curling into tentacles, entering Old Tooth's body through his eyes and mouth, drawing out his malice and corrupting his soul.

"What... what kind of monster is this?" Old Ya's eyes could not focus. He could only see an incredibly dazzling flame burning in the darkness until the flame engulfed him.

"I didn't expect the Mountain Lord's subordinates to be so strong." Picking up Old Tooth's still-beating, deformed heart, Gao Ming put it into an insulated box and looked at the five dogmen following behind him.

These dog-men all drank his own blood and underwent deep modifications in the forbidden zone, yet they were still severely damaged. He had underestimated the strength of the Mountain Lord's subordinates before he arrived.

(End of this chapter)