I became a god through frontier slaughter, and I crushed the academy's prodigies!

North of the city.

An abandoned auto repair shop.

It remains in that half-dead state.

The dim light bulb above my head hissed and crackled, like the gasps of an old man on his last breath.

The air was filled with the smells of engine oil, rust, and cheap tobacco, making one want to cough.

Shen Tian stood outside the roller shutter door, not in a hurry to go in.

He simply watched the hunched figure busily working at the workbench.

Two weeks ago.

He stood there like a reckless fool, carrying a boning knife on his back.

"If you keep standing there like a pillar, I'll gouge out your eyes and use them as light bulbs."

Old Ghost didn't even turn his head.

The rusty wrench in his hand clanged loudly against a piece of discarded engine block.

His voice was hoarse, carrying a chilling, nauseating quality.

"If you don't want to fix your car, then get out."

"We don't do business with tourists here."

Shen Tian didn't move.

He stepped inside.

The black combat boots trod on the oil-stained cement floor without making a sound.

It wasn't until he was three meters away from the worktable that Old Ghost realized something was wrong.

It's too quiet.

There were no footsteps, not even a sound of breathing.

Old Ghost paused in his movements.

The intuition he had honed over years of working in the underworld made the hairs on the back of his head stand on end.

He suddenly turned around, and the wrench in his hand was instantly replaced by a modified large-caliber revolver.

The dark muzzle of the gun was pointed directly at Shen Tian's forehead.

"court death……"

Old Ghost had only spoken half a sentence when it was as if an invisible hand had grabbed his throat.

The word "death" was stuck in my throat, and I couldn't utter it no matter what I did.

His one cloudy eye was fixed on the person in front of him.

He wore a well-tailored black stand-up collar trench coat, made of a material that looked like some kind of high-end product, with a muted sheen under the dim light.

Her face was delicate and pretty, yet she exuded a chilling indifference.

It looks familiar.

But that aura was so unfamiliar it was frightening.

"Is it you?"

Old Gui was stunned for a full three seconds before pulling that youthful face from the corner of his memory.

That arrogant and ignorant student.

That meat bait that was taken away by the hyena squad to be used as cannon fodder.

"9527?"

Old Ghost instinctively shouted out the code name, a hideous grin spreading across his face.

He thought it was some ruthless character coming to seek revenge.

It turns out he was a lucky survivor.

"Hey, I didn't expect you to be so tough."

The wariness in Lao Gui's eyes vanished instantly, replaced by his usual contempt and greed.

He lowered the muzzle of his gun, but his finger remained on the trigger.

"You're lucky to have survived a one-eyed man who eats people without spitting out the bones."

"What's wrong?"

"You've made a little money and want to come back and show off?"

Old Ghost chuckled and pulled out another crumpled cigarette, putting it in his mouth.

"Or are you trying to buy a new identity from me?"

"The price has gone up this time."

"Don't even think about getting me to open my mouth without at least 100,000 Federal Credits."

Shen Tian watched Lao Gui's performance quietly.

That look in his eyes.

It's like watching a fly that's still gloating over a few pieces of rotten flesh.

"Where's Brother Bear?"

Shen Tian spoke.

The sound was soft, but cold.

The temperature in the entire repair shop seemed to drop to freezing point in that instant.

Old Gui's hand trembled slightly as he lit his cigarette.

The lighter flame flickered twice and then went out.

He slammed the lighter on the table in annoyance.

"Fatty Bear?"

"Hmph, that fat pig is long gone."

Old Gui stopped smoking, glancing sideways at Shen Tian with obvious impatience.

"I'm looking for him too."

"That fat bastard owes me two brokerage fees. If you know where he is, tell me, and I might give you some pocket money."

"As for the rest..."

Old Ghost stretched out his dirty hand and rubbed his thumb and forefinger together.

"This is an information exchange, not a charity."

"If you want to find out information, hand over the money."

"For the sake of our friendship, it's 100,000 per item, no credit allowed."

Shen Tian sighed softly.

"It seems we still have to communicate in a way that we can understand."

Shen Tian took a step forward.

thump.

The moment Shen Tian landed, a terrifying and suffocating aura suddenly erupted!

That wasn't just ordinary killing intent.

That was the murderous aura of someone who had slaughtered countless high-level beasts and crawled out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

boom!!!

Old Ghost felt a sudden darkness before his eyes.

He seemed to see a ferocious beast slowly opening its eyes.

His figure was reflected in those golden vertical pupils, as small as an ant.

The air in the entire repair shop seemed to freeze into cement in an instant.

The overwhelming sense of oppression made him forget to breathe.

"you……"

Old Gui's body went limp, and the modified revolver in his hand fell to the ground with a "thud".

He wanted to back away.

But my legs felt like they were filled with lead and wouldn't obey my commands.

Even more terrifying.

His spirit and his will completely collapsed in that instant.

Is this a martial artist?

No.

Having spent so many years in the underworld, he had seen quite a few real martial artists.

Even those second-tier experts don't possess this terrifying pressure that makes people want to kneel and kowtow at a glance.

Is this still a student?

Old Ghost couldn't believe it.

"It's only been a few days..."

Old Ghost's single eye was filled with terror, and his eyeball trembled violently.

That kind of menacing aura that emanates from the very bones.

How many people must have been killed?

How many strange beasts must have been killed?

Shen Tian slowly walked to the worktable.

He extended a finger and gently pressed it on the fallen revolver.

It was just a light press.

Snap—Squeak—

The modified revolver was like a lump of clay, rapidly twisting and deforming under Shen Tian's fingers.

Finally, it was pressed into a thin iron disc.

It was embedded in the hard workbench.

Old Ghost's pupils shrank to the size of pinpoints.

He was so scared he peed his pants.

If that finger were to press on the top of his head...

"Now, can we speak properly?"

Old Ghost realized what was happening.

The student in front of him had become someone he couldn't afford to offend!

"Yes...yes!"

Old Ghost knelt down on the ground with a thud.

"Sir! I was blind!"

"I was blind to your greatness!"

"Please don't kill me! Please don't kill me!"

He was genuinely scared.

With that kind of strength, crushing him would be no different than crushing a bug.

Moreover, such strong people usually have bad tempers.

If I had dared to say another word just now, my brains would probably be spilled all over the floor by now.

"Where is Brother Bear?"

Shen Tian didn't waste any words and repeated the question he had just asked.

"In...in the sewers of the old town!"

Old Gui dared not hide anything, and didn't even dare to breathe loudly, telling everything like beans spilling from a bamboo tube.

"A guy wrecked the slaughterhouse last night."

"Fatty Xiong escaped with his life on the line, but I didn't dare to take him in. So... I let him hide in an abandoned sewer that used to be used for smuggling black goods."

"The entrance is beneath that abandoned well in the unfinished building!"

"I'll draw the exact location for you right now!"