Starting as dockworkers, they swept through Chongqing.

Chapter 38 One Punch Kills

This is a single-story house with a small yard, and the yard wall is covered with broken glass for security purposes.

Xilun climbed the ladder onto the streetlight and turned it off.

During this process, he imitated the lamplighter's movements, his eyes observing the house opposite.

The master bedroom window was completely dark, indicating that Morgan was already asleep.

Perhaps at this very moment, that old man is dreaming of eliminating his competitors and keeping his lucrative position as supervisor.

Xilun pondered for a moment, then picked up the ladder.

It was late at night, and the streets were deserted.

Even if an early-rising cleaner happens to pass by and sees a person covered in soot carrying a ladder, they will only assume he is some unfortunate night shift worker and will not give him a second glance.

Helium carried the ladder and swaggered across the street to the Morgan family's courtyard wall.

He gently placed the ladder against the wall, avoiding the broken glass.

Using both hands and feet, like a nimble gecko, Xilun silently scaled the wall.

The courtyard was quiet.

The only sound was the rustling of the cold wind blowing through the bare branches.

Xilun crouched on the wall, looking down at the sleeping house.

The cold wind whistled across the rooftops of the red-brick alley like a knife, whipping up fine snowflakes.

When Celen approached, he was like a gecko, pressed against the window of Morgan's house.

His eyes, still bright in the darkness, were fixed on the gap at the bottom of the window frame.

The rusty iron pin wasn't completely locked in place, leaving a gap about the width of a fingernail, which made a very faint "click" sound as the wind and snow blew.

opportunity.

Xilun bent down, his fingers slipping inside his trouser leg and touching something cold and hard.

It was a sharpened short knife with a handle wrapped in coarse linen for grip.

He took a deep breath, letting the cold air fill his lungs, suppressing the heat brought on by his rapidly beating heart.

Don't rush.

Xilun bit the back of the knife with his teeth, gripped the bottom edge of the window frame with both hands, and tensed his arm muscles instantly with the explosive force brought by his breathing technique.

squeak--

The window was slowly pushed open.

It didn't make much noise; the sound of wind and snow was the best cover.

A warm, fragrant aroma wafted in through the window.

Xilun nimbly slipped into the house, her knees slightly bent the moment her toes touched the ground.

The room was dimly lit, with only the embers in the fireplace emitting a faint red glow.

On that large wooden bed, a large, dark figure rose and fell with each breath.

Morgan was fast asleep.

On the bedside table sat a bronze incense burner, filled with a thick layer of ash, with a few unburnt incense sticks stuck in it.

Xilun crouched low, approaching step by step.

Each step landed on the joint of the wooden floor joists, which is the most stressed and least likely to make noise.

three meters.

Two meters.

Xilun gripped his short knife tightly, tip pointing downwards, adjusting his grip, ready to deliver a fatal blow to the fat pig.

call--

A sudden gust of wind blew in through the window.

The icy snowflakes swirled and blew directly onto Morgan's half-exposed, fat face, which was outside the blanket.

The dark figure on the bed shuddered suddenly.

Morgan groaned sleepily, instinctively reaching for the blanket, struggling to open his eyelids a crack.

The cold moonlight shone through, illuminating the blade in Xilun's hand and making the dagger gleam.

A flash of gleaming blade disappeared into the darkness.

Morgan's pupils suddenly contracted to the size of pinpoints.

Sleepiness vanished instantly, replaced by a bone-chilling cold and fear.

He saw the dark figure beside the bed, like a demon.

"who--"

Before the word was even fully uttered, Xilun had already moved.

With a powerful stomp of his foot, Xilun's body rippled like a drawn bow, and the short knife in his hand whistled as it plunged fiercely into Morgan's throat.

In the face of life and death, Morgan unleashed an astonishing survival instinct.

His movements were surprisingly agile at that moment, and he suddenly rolled over onto the inside of the bed.

Thud!

A muffled thud.

The short knife plunged hard into the bed board, the blade sinking halfway into the wood, sending wood chips flying.

It missed.

The blade was firmly stuck in the hard oak bed frame, unable to move an inch.

"Silen! You bastard!"

Morgan, who had rolled to the other side of the bed, finally saw the attacker's face clearly, and her fear turned into a ferocious rage.

He scrambled and crawled toward the bedside table.

There's a "pepper box" lying there!

Once he gets his hands on the gun, this damned little laborer will become a corpse!

Morgan's fingers had already touched the cold grip of the gun.

Xilun loosened the hilt of the knife without the slightest hesitation.

He didn't try to grab the gun; it was too late at that distance.

His gaze was fixed on the bronze incense burner on the bedside table.

Xilun's left hand shot out like lightning, grabbing the thick layer of incense ash that had accumulated in the incense burner for a long time.

Raise your hand.

Splash!

A large cloud of grayish-white dust was thrown at Morgan, pelting him head over heels.

"ah--!"

Before Morgan could even grip the gun properly, he was blinded by the sudden burst of incense ash.

Fine dust particles entered his eyeballs, and the burning pain caused him to lose his sight instantly.

Tears streamed down his face, mixing with incense ash to form a muddy mess that obscured his vision.

"My eyes! I'm going to kill you!"

Morgan wailed in agony, the gun he had just touched slipping back onto the bed.

Taking advantage of Morgan's momentary lapse in concentration, Xiren pounced on him.

The abdominal muscles contracted instantly, the spine cracked, and power rose from the soles of the feet, flowing through each segment and finally converging on the right fist.

In the extreme excitement of the life-or-death struggle, Xilun felt as if he had grasped a mysterious trajectory.

The internal energy is no longer a scattered flow of heat, but rather like a drill bit, spinning and compressing wildly in the meridians.

Bone-crushing Fist!

With a low, whistling sound, Siron's fist slammed into Morgan's chest.

Morgan seemed to sense death approaching. In despair, he raised his left hand, trying to block the punch, and mumbled a plea for mercy:

"Don't... let them go..."

Click!

There was a heartbreaking sound of bone cracking.

Xilun's fist, like a battering ram, easily broke Morgan's hand bones, and with undiminished force, it slammed heavily into Morgan's chest at the Tanzhong acupoint.

puff!

Morgan's massive body looked as if it had been struck by a bull.

His back slammed hard against the wall with a dull thud, shaking the paintings hanging on the wall off.

He opened his mouth wide, trying to scream, but no sound came out.

A large section of his sternum collapsed, and broken bone fragments pierced his lungs and heart.

Large amounts of blood mixed with fragments of internal organs gushed from his mouth and nose.

Morgan's body slid slowly down the wall, his bloodshot and swollen eyes staring intently at Xilen, the resentment in his eyes quickly dissipating into a deathly gray emptiness.

The room fell silent again.

Only the sound of wind and snow outside the window continued to howl.

Xiren withdrew his fist, his chest heaving violently.

He looked down at his right fist.

Morgan's blood and saliva stained his fist, and his knuckles were white from the force he had used.

The feeling of that punch just now... was off.

The feedback of that force penetrating flesh and directly shattering bones was terrifyingly clear.

It's like a fist turning into a high-speed spinning drill, easily tearing through the enemy's defenses.

Is this the Bone-Crushing Fist?

Silen subconsciously activated the deep red panel on his retina.

A line of pale red data is jumping wildly:

[Skill: Bone-Crushing Fist (Beginner)]