Beastmaster: I don’t want to be a breeder!.

Chapter 108 Raid
Li Cunxu hated unplanned situations, but that's how life is, full of uncertainties.

"How do we deal with Evil Youyou? Contact Kuang Xiao to kill her? No, Kuang Xiao only targets the Blood God Cult and is not interested in the Evil God Cult. Should we report her to other powerful beings?"

How could he have so many powerful people to contact? He is not a plot-loving person who digs deep into the plot.

Ask Grandpa Li Shiji to kill her?
After Li Shiji took action, it was difficult for E Youyou to escape.

But can he invite Li Shiji?
Also, how did he discover that Eyouyou was a follower of the evil god? How could he explain this?

Headache!

Li Cunxu rubbed his swollen brows and said, "Let's put this matter aside for now. The most important thing now is to vent the malice in my heart. If I don't vent it, I'm really going to explode."

That night.

Suburbs, the edge of the industrial park.

Dark clouds obscured the moon, and raindrops pierced silently into the darkness like fine needles, densely weaving a hazy curtain of water. The rain flowed along the lower sides of the asphalt road into the grass beside the road.

Taking off the mask from his eyes, Li Cunxu opened his arms, looked up at the sky, and enjoyed the caress brought by the rain.

He likes rain. The sound of rain can calm his restless heart and help him sleep peacefully.

Li Cunxu put on the Ultraman mask and walked slowly towards the crimson express sorting center opposite which was lit with lights.

Under the black curtain, this express sorting center sits alone in the corner of the park, with no other companies around it, as if it is isolated from the world.

Wearing quiet walking shoes, Li Cunxu sprinted vigorously, jumped high, and climbed over the wall covered with electric fences.

"The alarm didn't go off. It's right here, a blind spot in the wall security monitoring system."

Walked quietly inside, bypassed the surveillance camera, and came to the security room.

He took a sip of the antidote first, then took out a bottle of something that looked like perfume from his arms and placed it at the door. The odorless gas blew into the security room with the wind.

This is a powerful sleeping incense bought on the black market. Just a whiff of it can make an adult fall asleep instantly.

The security guard staring at the rows of surveillance cameras covered his nose and said, "What's that smell? It stinks!"

"It's just that it stinks so bad that I want to vomit."

"Have you opened a can of herrings?"

"This is canned beef, not canned herring."

Under the Ultraman mask, Li Cunxu's mouth corners slightly raised.

It has been confirmed, it is undoubtedly a blood cultist.

The sleeping incense is odorless to humans, but the blood demons with different life essences smell a foul odor.

Li Cunxu held the evil sickle in his hand, pushed open the door and walked in.

A security guard noticed Li Cunxu.

"What's the matter with you?"

Suddenly, the security guard realized a problem. Why didn't this person make any footsteps when he came in?
The security guard shouted, "Youqing..."

Before he could utter the word "Kuang", his voice stopped abruptly. A flying sickle pierced his forehead and penetrated his head. The strange power of the sickle instantly took their lives.

"Enemy attack, summon pet."

The security guards summoned several pets like beast masters.

A blood cultist can only contract one blood beast and can only summon one blood beast. If they only release one, their identity will be easily discovered.

In order to avoid being discovered, they would hide a pet bag on their bodies. When summoning, they would quietly release the pet in the pet bag, pretending that the beastmaster was summoning the pet in the beast taming space.

Li Cunxu laughed and said, "Stop pretending. The stench you smelled is the scent of a sleeping incense. Your identity as a blood cultist has been exposed."

One security guard even tried to argue: "I don't understand what you are talking about." "It doesn't matter if I don't understand, we are all going to die anyway."

Five water balls condensed around Li Cunxu's body and shot out like cannonballs, killing all the black iron pets and blood beasts summoned by the security guards.

The huge noise also attracted the attention of the express sorting center.

A man riding a flying white horse quickly flew out from the window of the workshop office.

In a few breaths, he flew above the security room. Through the big hole in the roof created by the water ball, he saw a black-robed man wearing an Ultraman mask and holding a sickle. He was like the god of death, reaping the lives of the security guards one after another.

If the scythe was replaced with a large scythe with a large blade and long handle, he would look more like the Grim Reaper.

When the other party saw him coming, they pretended not to see him and continued to calmly harvest the lives of the security guards. They were neither hurried nor slow, calm and composed, and their movements were so orderly, as if they were enjoying themselves, which made him extremely wary.

"I am the logistics manager of the Crimson Express sorting center. Why did you attack our company for no reason?"

Li Cunxu said impatiently: "Stop chattering, chattering, and show your true self."

"True body, what true body? What are you talking about, Your Excellency?"

"Stop pretending. Your identity as a Blood Cultist has been exposed."

"I'm not a blood cultist. Is there any misunderstanding?"

"I told you to stop chattering, but you're still chattering. Go to hell!"

Li Cunxu threw out a flying sickle, and the flying white horse slightly tilted to avoid the sickle.

"Sir, we can talk slowly about anything. There's no need to fight."

The manager seemed not to be a blood cultist and was still trying to communicate with Li Cunxu, hoping to resolve the issue peacefully.

"If you don't kill me, I will call the police and report this as one of the Blood God Cult's strongholds."

The manager's expression changed and became extremely cold.

"If you insist on seeking death, there's nothing I can do."

"Flying white horse, blade storm, ah~"

The manager let out a scream. A poisonous snake had crawled onto his shoulder and bit his neck, leaving two holes.

When did the poisonous snake crawl up my back?
The manager thought of the flying sickle that he had missed just now. That sickle was not a real sickle, but a mimic of a poisonous snake.

He no longer concealed his identity as a blood cultist. He burst out with terrifying strength, pulled the poisonous snake off, and used both hands to pull it hard in opposite directions, pulling the snake to death.

Once the venomous snake died, the strange thing was that its body disappeared.

Suddenly, the manager realized that the venomous snake was not dead.

The poisonous snake is the incarnation of the little white spider. It mimics itself as a poisonous snake to prevent the Blood God Cult from following the clues of the mutated white little red spider and exposing its true identity.

The manager snapped, "Why are you staring at me, Flying White Horse? Blade Storm, chop him into pieces!"

"You want to use Blade Storm? You clearly don't take me seriously. Painted Ink Dog, blast it down for me."

Blade Storm, a golden skill, has a wide range and great power, just like a tornado filled with many blades. Its disadvantage is that the pre-swing is too long, and it takes ten seconds to charge. With high proficiency, the charging time will be shorter.

Li Cuncun could see that this guy was a novice in combat.

Which good guy would start with a skill with such a long pre-swing? This is not a turn-based game, you attack and I attack.

An extremely rare ink-painting dog standing on two legs and holding a brush in its hand appeared at Li Cunxu's feet.

The Painted Ink Dog is extremely rare. Its rarity does not lie in its combat power, but in its painting skills.

(End of this chapter)