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Chapter 31 Cleaning Up the Filth

Looking at the sulfuric acid in front of him, Bai Ye took a deep breath and pressed his palms down hard.

Immediately after immersing her hands in the water, she could clearly feel the skin on her hands dehydrating and carbonizing under the corrosive effects of sulfuric acid. However, given the current strength of Bai Ye's skin, it might take several tens of minutes before any obvious wounds appeared.

In order to end this process as soon as possible, some physical means must be used.

Feeling his hands gradually warming up, Bai Ye began rubbing the skin on his hands to ensure that the sulfuric acid could penetrate the skin more quickly.

Bai Ye discovered that as his mental attributes increased, his tolerance for pain also increased day by day. Pain that used to make him faint could now be endured without changing his expression.

Two minutes later, Bai Ye slowly raised his hands from the sulfuric acid. The fingerprints and cuticles on his palms had been completely corroded, and blood was flowing down them continuously.

A dozen seconds after his palm was removed from the sulfuric acid, the bleeding in his hand, which he had just taken out of the sulfuric acid, began to stop thanks to the powerful healing ability. The charred palm, which had been bleeding profusely, quickly stopped hurting, and instead, he felt a strong tingling and itching sensation as his flesh grew back.

Next was the head. Bai Ye closed his eyes tightly and, without hesitation, buried his entire face in the somewhat murky sulfuric acid below.

Half an hour later, in the description section of White Night:

You used sulfuric acid to damage the skin on your head and hands; the complete recovery took 156 minutes...

Repeat 132 times, physical fitness improves by 0.1.

Repeat 65 times, mental state improves by 0.1.

……

Looking at the information on the label, Bai Ye's terrifying face couldn't help but furrow its brow.

Yesterday, the time required for a complete cure was three hours, but this morning it was reduced by 30 minutes. Moreover, the damage to the skin from sulfuric acid takes longer as the body's condition improves, making his actions more urgent.

He had actually considered dislocating an arm or tearing off his face to better conceal his identity, but considering that the excess body tissue would be difficult to handle and that these limbs would have to be dealt with after each operation, he had to give up on that idea.

After simply putting away the sulfuric acid, Bai Ye changed his clothes, put on a black cloak, and walked out the back door. He then ran towards Manhattan in New York City along a deserted path without surveillance cameras.

At this moment, in Chinatown at the southern end of Manhattan, New York, a Chinese man in his forties with a small mustache is leaning back in a recliner.

The man was dressed in a simple, old-fashioned long gown, constantly fiddling with walnuts in his hands. Beside him stood a servile young man.

"Hey Xiao Wang, I heard that two gangs in that slum area got taken down?" the man said, looking at the young man beside him.

"Yes, Uncle Li, according to the cops, it was done by a disfigured man, and they suspect it's revenge by a mutant," Xiao Wang said respectfully.

"New York has been anything but peaceful lately," Uncle Li said, shaking his head. "No wonder that kid Ah Bai always committed his crimes in smaller cities. New York is a den of thieves; who knows which big fish he'll provoke?"

"Uncle Li, do you think Bai Ye will agree to give us 30 million?" Xiao Wang asked from the side.

"He's a smart man. With his current fame, he can easily earn back 30 million in no time. He won't fight us to the death for that little bit of money."

Uncle Li said with absolute certainty, then grinned maliciously, "I'll live off this secret for the rest of my life!"

As he spoke, Chinatown outside the mansion was already bustling with activity.

In broad daylight, a bald man with burn scars all over his head walked steadily toward the center of the street right under the noses of the entire street.

"What are you doing?" Bai Ye's appearance, which was affecting the city's appearance, caused a New York police officer to block his way and prepare to question him.

But Bai Ye was too lazy to waste words and slapped him, knocking him unconscious to the ground. Under the fearful and apprehensive gazes of those around him, he stepped over the New York policeman and continued forward.

Before everyone's eyes, Bai Ye paused, stopping in front of a large mahogany door.

Looking at the house he used to frequent a year ago, Bai Ye lifted his foot and stomped out.

"boom!"

With a burst of terrifying force, the thick bolt snapped instantly, and the entire heavy mahogany door was kicked away by Bai Ye, breaking in half in mid-air before crashing down with a thud.

If knocking out the police officer could be considered superhuman strength, then what happened now was definitely beyond the realm of ordinary people, and the crowd watching from afar took a few steps back again.

The two gangsters who were originally guarding the mansion, staring in fear at the suddenly blown-away gate and the terrifying man standing before it, instinctively asked, "Who are you? What are you doing here?"

Without delay, Bai Ye was already standing in front of the two of them, his hands like a pair of pliers, grabbing their necks and twisting them forcefully.

"Snap! Snap!"

With a crisp cracking sound, the two gang members could only clutch their severely twisted and deformed necks as they collapsed in agony.

Before losing consciousness, they heard a hoarse voice coming from the man's mouth, which was the answer to their question:

"Come and cleanse the filth of the world!"

At this moment, the other gang guards in the mansion also reacted, but before they could draw their guns, Bai Ye's murderous gaze, overflowing with killing intent, had already locked onto them.

For Bai Ye, a distance of only six or seven meters was less than a second.

With a powerful stomp, the force of the impact propelled it into their side.

In their eyes, Bai Ye's scarred hand suddenly magnified, finally pressing firmly against their skulls.

"Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump!"

Although the contact was only for a moment, when Bai Ye released his hand again, a clear handprint appeared on the foreheads of these people.

Under the immense impact from above, Bai Ye forcefully pressed the necks of several people into their chests, breaking their cervical vertebrae into several pieces, leaving them kneeling helplessly on the ground, lifeless.

At that moment, the door to the room was suddenly pushed open, and Xiao Wang, the young man who had been bowing and scraping to Uncle Li, came out and shouted, "Don't you know any manners? Uncle Li is resting inside, why are you making such a racket..."

But before he could even get a clear look at his surroundings, Bai Ye's fist rapidly enlarged in front of him, filling his entire field of vision.

The scene, resembling a watermelon exploding, was replicated on Xiao Wang's shoulder, with bright red liquid and pinkish-white jelly splashing out instantly, covering half the room behind him.

Uncle Li lay on the chair, staring blankly at the pile of minced meat on his body. A metallic, metallic smell filled his nostrils, making him almost vomit!

Seeing Uncle Li's bewildered expression, Bai Ye grinned, revealing his gleaming white teeth.

If it weren't for this old wall lamp calling him every now and then, he wouldn't have suffered so much.

Under Uncle Li's bewildered gaze, Bai Ye turned around and slowly closed the door.

As the door slammed shut, agonizing screams erupted from the room, only gradually subsiding a full minute later.

(End of this chapter)