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Chapter 369 We'll Meet in Hell
"The Smiling Devil..."

Jia Liang managed to squeeze out four words, his voice dry and hoarse.

He had certainly heard of this infamous reputation.

In Noah's Eastern branch, this name is almost synonymous with death.

Several top experts within the organization, including cadres of his rank, were killed by this man.

Without exception, no one who has been targeted by him has ever survived.

Those bloody tragedies flashed through my mind, eventually overlapping with the hideous, terrifying face before me.

A wave of regret washed over him instantly.

Jia Liang collapsed to the ground, the excruciating pain and fear gripping his heart like countless cold hands.

He never imagined that he would actually be here, facing this legendary being in person.

If I had known it was this murderer, I should have run away immediately instead of foolishly trying to test his background.

Fang Cheng ignored the turmoil in his heart.

He picked up the canvas bag that had been lying on the ground and took out the black hard-cover notebook from it.

I casually flipped through a few pages, my eyes scanning the paper.

The book was filled with names, most of which he didn't recognize.

But a few things caught his eye.

"Xiao Jianren...Xu Hao..."

Fang Cheng thought to himself.

The appearance of their names here was somewhat expected.

However, besides them, there were some names with special positions and identities marked in red pen.

They all appear to be cadres of the Noah Organization.

Fang Cheng's heart stirred slightly, and his fingers gently traced the pages.

The list is long and includes people from all walks of life, both men and women.

I roughly counted them, and there were as many as thirty-six people, which is obviously a very wide range.

"What are you trying to achieve by investigating so many people?"

Fang Cheng closed the notebook and looked up at Jia Liang, who was lying on the ground, looking dazed.

The voice sounded calm, yet it sent a chill down his spine, causing him to tremble involuntarily.

"Humph!"

Jia Liang gritted his teeth and turned his head to the side.

At this moment, he had broken free from the frustration of being completely crushed and adopted a posture of unyielding defiance.

"let me guess."

Fang Cheng, seemingly oblivious to his stubborn resistance, continued speaking to himself:

"Many people on the list are members of your organization. Are you conducting a major purge within your organization?"

After asking the question casually, Fang Cheng paused, his tone slightly playful.

"Speaking of which, the recent accidents that have happened to the Noah Organization seem to be somewhat related to me."

"So, you're trying to trace my whereabouts by investigating these people?"

Fang Cheng stared at Jia Liang, his eyes behind the mask seeming to see right through people.

Seeing the other person's body clearly, he stiffened almost imperceptibly.

Then, a slight smile appeared on his lips, and he asked:

"So, what progress have you made in your investigation so far?"

Jia Liang kept his mouth tightly shut, but his rapidly changing expression betrayed the turmoil in his heart.

A terrible thought suddenly popped into his mind.

Why is the Smiling Devil here?
Because he suspected Xiao Jianren, this guy who suddenly appeared out of nowhere, he sent those three good-for-nothings to test his skills.

As a result, the three good-for-nothings failed and were kicked out of the teahouse.

Then, the Smiling Devil came knocking on our door with such precision.

so……

The man who met Xiao Jianren in the teahouse was no ordinary expert.

It's very likely that it's the smiling devil right in front of us!
It was my own investigation that led him here!
Then, considering that Xiao Jianren is a confidant of Chen Chen, the leader of the Red Tiger Gang.

Chen Chen has been making frequent moves lately, seeming rather restless...

There is no coincidence between the two!
"Could it be... Chen Chen... colluding with outsiders..."

Jia Liang subconsciously squeezed out half a sentence from his throat.

The sound was as faint as a mosquito's buzz, but it sounded exceptionally clear in the deathly silent room.

Fang Cheng keenly grasped this crucial information and immediately understood.

It seems they are indeed investigating the mole who led to the leak of information about "Operation Demon Hunter".

Moreover, after investigating for more than half a month, the real source has still not been found.

Thinking of this, Fang Cheng secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Their gaze returned to Jia Liang.

This cadre in charge of the investigation has now become a valuable source of intelligence.

"Besides you, who else is in charge of this matter?"

Fang Cheng then asked in a cold voice.

Jia Liang kept his mouth tightly shut, a hint of struggle flashing in his eyes, clearly indicating that he was not prepared to cooperate.

But his slightly trembling body betrayed his inner emotions.

Although he did not directly participate in the "Demon Hunt" operation that caused the organization heavy losses.

But having heard about the terror of the person before him from various sources, how could he not feel fear?

"Aren't you going to say yes?"

Seeing this, Fang Cheng did not press for answers.

He simply pulled something else out of the canvas bag.

This was the enhanced version of "Pioneer Blood" that Jia Liang had previously injected into the black bull and the rat.

Upon opening the medicine box, a pale blue liquid was found quietly flowing from the three remaining glass tubes inside.

In the dim light, they emitted an eerie and beautiful fluorescence, as if imprisoning a small piece of the deep sea where stars were scattered.

"This thing is really beautiful."

Fang Cheng sighed softly, held the reagent up to his eyes, and gently shook it.

"I wonder if you'll be just as beautiful after it's injected into your body."

"Or... will you become like those three corpses on the ground, turning into a hideous monster, and then completely exploding?"

Upon hearing this, Jia Liang's face turned deathly pale.

Fang Cheng first took out the syringe and slowly pierced the rubber stopper of the glass tube with the needle.

His movements were skilled and steady, like a nurse who had been working in the field for many years.

The dark blue liquid was slowly drawn into the syringe, not a single drop was left.

“You just said you’re from the medical department.”

Fang Cheng, while drawing up the medicine, spoke as if chatting casually:
"Someone who works in the medical field is now in charge of intelligence work."

"It seems that there have been many changes within the Noah organization recently, and they are in dire need of manpower."

He pulled out the syringe filled with the medicine, with the needle tip pointing upwards, and a crystal-clear droplet emerged.

"Tell me, if you die here today, will the organization send someone smarter to replace you?"

Fang Cheng, holding the syringe, walked step by step toward Jia Liang.

The soles of the shoes made a soft "rustling" sound as they stepped on the wood chips.

Each step felt like stepping on Jia Liang's rapidly beating heart.

Jia Liang's gaze swept over the two corpses beside him that had exploded.

The horrific images of their deaths flashed through his mind, and his body finally began to tremble uncontrollably.

"Wait a moment!"

He shouted urgently and tried to reach out to stop him.

"Let's talk this out. It's not that I don't want to tell you!"

"Just now... just now you bumped me into the wall, my head is spinning, I really can't remember anything."

"Could you... let me think about this carefully? Once my mind returns to normal, I will tell you all the secrets of the organization, in detail!"

Fang Cheng stopped and smiled.

Although he wore a mask, obscuring his smile, his eyes, gleaming with a scarlet light, were particularly eerie.

Jia Liang swallowed hard.

Fang Cheng then said calmly:

"Are you waiting for reinforcements?"

"I……"

Jia Liang's thoughts were exposed in a single sentence, leaving him speechless.

Fang Cheng stopped talking nonsense, stepped forward, and grabbed one of his arms.

"and many more……"

Jia Liang struggled desperately, enduring the pain, and twisted his body.

But that hand was like a cast iron bar, so strong that he was powerless to resist.

The cold needle tip pierced the neck instantly and entered the blood vessel.

The mysterious, dark blue liquid was ruthlessly pushed into his body.

"what--"

Jia Liang let out a terrified scream.

He was filled with despair, never imagining that he had just executed several test subjects in this way.

A few minutes later, he too became someone else's prey, suffering almost the same fate in the same way.

After the injection was completed, Fang Cheng released his hand, stepped aside, and quietly observed.

"You damned monster! Murderer!"

Knowing he had no way out, Jia Liang decided to go all out and cursed with all his might.

"You'd better pray that the organization doesn't find out about you from now on, otherwise you'll die a hundred times, a thousand times worse than me!"

"Heh, you think I'm just venting?"

"You probably don't know how terrifying our Noah organization is. Don't think that being killed means the end of it all."

"We will meet again then, because I will be waiting for you in hell, watching you be devoured alive and torn to pieces by other monsters..."

His curses grew increasingly vicious, his face contorted in pain, and his voice was filled with undisguised terror.

Fang Cheng simply stood there, his eyes cold.

It's as if a graduate student is observing an experimental sample that is about to undergo a chemical reaction.

A few minutes later, the cursing stopped abruptly.

Instead, there were even more shrill, inhuman screams.

"what--"

Jia Liang's skin was flushed red, radiating steam.

Just like the black bull and the rat before them, a terrifying mutation began to occur.

The muscles beneath the skin writhed and swelled wildly, like living things, and soon tore through the clothes and pants on the body.

Click!Click!
The bones and joints make a series of teeth-grinding cracking sounds as they break, shift, and attempt to reform.

Jia Liang's eyes turned bloodshot, and he rolled on the ground, howling.

Just when he looked like he was about to give up.

"squeak--"

From the street below, the faint sound of tires rubbing could be heard.

Fang Cheng's eyes narrowed, and he immediately stepped to the window, opened a crack, and looked down.

A white refrigerated truck is parked downstairs.

Several men in blue overalls got out of the vehicle, quickly opened the trunk, and took out a stretcher and some cleaning tools.

"The Noah Organization has arrived?"

Fang Cheng's thoughts shifted slightly, and he quickly turned around to look at Jia Liang, who was still screaming and contorting in agony.

Despite suffering multiple fractures throughout his body, he somehow managed to stand up from the ground, albeit shakily.

From those bloody wounds, you can see many granulation tissues wriggling, seemingly repairing the severely damaged flesh.

This high-ranking member of the Noah organization had now completely transformed into a monster nearly two meters tall with bulging muscles all over his body.

"Roar!"

He let out a beast-like roar, his bloodshot eyes fixed on Fang Cheng.

He seemed to want revenge, eager to tear the person in front of him to pieces.

However, due to the severity of his injuries, which had not yet healed, and his unfamiliarity with his new body, his movements appeared somewhat sluggish.

Fang Cheng met his gaze, calm and fearless.

He lowered his body slightly, brought his right fist to his waist, and cracked his fingers.

The muscles of the shoulders, back, waist, and hips work together to form a perfect chain.

The power surged within him like a flood.

A few seconds later, he stomped his foot and shot out like an arrow, instantly appearing in front of the monster.

There were no fancy moves, just a simple and pure right straight punch.

boom!
The fist tore through the air, creating a dull sonic boom, and struck the monster's head precisely.

With a muffled thud like a watermelon bursting.

The monster's ugly head exploded with a thud.

Scalding hot blood and brain matter, mixed with bone fragments, splattered backward in a fan shape.

In an instant, a shocking red and white stain was left on the mottled wall.

The headless corpse trembled twice before collapsing heavily to the ground.

Having successfully dealt with the mutated Jia Liang, Fang Cheng did not rush to leave.

He picked up a relatively clean piece of rag from the ground, walked to the corpse, and soaked it in the fresh blood flowing from the burst skull.

Then, I walked to the mottled wall and began to paint.

He held the blood-stained rag as if it were a paintbrush.

Warm, viscous blood is the best pigment.

Swish, swish, swish.

Fang Cheng swung his arm rapidly, and blood flowed down the fabric and spread across the wall.

In the blink of an eye, a rough outline of the pattern was sketched out.

At the same time, a series of hurried footsteps echoed down the corridor.

Clearly, a group of people is rapidly approaching this area.

Fang Cheng held the blood-stained canvas, took a step back, and looked at his work with satisfaction.

He then picked up the canvas bag from the ground, tidied it up quickly, and then flipped over and jumped out of the window.

His arms were raised in the air, his sleeves fluttering like a hawk spreading its wings.

In the blink of an eye, they disappeared into the streets shrouded in night.

And almost the very next second after he left.

The door, which had only a few planks left, was completely smashed open.

A group of people wearing blue overalls and carrying cleaning tools barged in.

When they saw what was inside the house, everyone was stunned and stood there dumbfounded.

The air was thick with the stench of blood and a foul smell that resembled burnt protein, enough to make one want to vomit.

Four corpses, each in a different position, lay on the ground.

The room was in complete disarray, with bullet holes and impact cracks covering the walls.

It was as if a small war had taken place, with blood and pieces of human tissue scattered everywhere, a scene of carnage.

"Then...what is that?"

Suddenly, someone cried out and pointed to the wall next to the window.

Everyone heard this and went away.

On that mottled wall, someone had drawn a huge and horrifying picture with the blood of the dead.

It was a human face.

A face with extremely distorted features and an exaggeratedly upturned smile.

It was like a demon that had crawled out of hell, having enjoyed a feast of flesh and blood, now showing a mocking smile to the intruders.

The splattered filth and bloodstains on the wall served as its backdrop.

Just one glance is enough to send chills down your spine.

(End of this chapter)