Dual wielding volcanoes, killing through the west

"ah-----!!!"

Finally, the pain broke through her limit of endurance, and Evelyn screamed, her fingers almost piercing her palms.

……

The static gradually subsided, and Dr. Bell adjusted the knob, seemingly giving her a moment to rest. He knew very well that what the audience wanted was a talking, interactive noblewoman, not a lifeless body.

“Ms. Dietersdorf, you should be feeling better now, right? The current of science is flowing through you, it… it will drive away your hysteria and make you, you a more perfect person,” Dr. Bell said with a smile. “Do you have anything to say, or anything to confess? There is no better opportunity than this.”

……

"I……"

Evelyn, barely able to speak, still managed to prop her head up with all her might, straightening her neck, and repeated, "I'm not sick... I'm not crazy either..."

Dr. Bell's expression froze, and in an instant, his look darkened. "It seems your problem is more serious and stubborn than we thought, madam."

"In that case..."

----

An untimely crashing sound and screams echoed down the corridor, and people scattered in all directions, as if a wild boar had broken into the hospital.

“This is an important experiment, and we can’t let outsiders disturb it.” Dr. Bell waved his hand. “Get them out of here.”

The two guards nodded and walked towards the main gate.

……

"Bang----!!!"

In the next instant, the 60-kilogram gate panel was kicked off and flew straight out of the frame, instantly smashing a guard into a bloody pulp.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

……

What does it mean to have eyes bulging out of their sockets? This is it.

Zhang Renfeng was like a killing star descended to earth, blood droplets falling from his fists with a crackling sound, revealing such a terrifying appearance for the first time.

His hair stood on end in anger, his eyes widened in fury, and his muscles inexplicably swelled up, almost bursting his clothes open.

Chapter 146: I was born for you!

“This…this is a precious experimental site…it’s cutting-edge science, and no one can defile it!” Dr. Bell’s tone had lost its earlier confidence, sounding slightly guilty. “It’s almost finished. Ordinary people won’t understand. She will become a better person!”

"You wouldn't understand, go...go and get rid of him! Get rid of him!"

……

Faced with such a bloodthirsty monster, the hospital guards were somewhat intimidated. They looked at each other, none of them daring to provoke it.

"laugh!"

Zhang Renfeng suddenly moved, his right hand fingers tightened, turning into a hand knife, and with a single finger strike, he pierced a person's throat, shattering it to pieces!

"Ah... ah ah..."

His Adam's apple was pierced and broken; he clutched his severed neck, unable to stop the bleeding. Unable to speak, he could only utter hoarse syllables, but Zhang Renfeng did not let him go.

"top!"

With two fingers, he pierced the man's abdomen, and with a snap, Zhang Renfeng broke a section of his rib and pulled it out. Another guard sneaked over, trying to attack from behind, but Zhang Renfeng turned and swept his leg over, knocking him down. Before he could get up, Zhang Renfeng slammed his foot down on his jaw!

"Wait a minute..."

"Boom!"

The pleas for mercy were swallowed back down.

Swift and clean, he kicked his neck, breaking it and killing him instantly.

The crowd finally began to stir, realizing that the situation was out of control. Some people shakily got up from their seats, trying to escape.

"Don't move—!!"

Zhang Renfeng, who had been silent all along, suddenly opened his eyes wide with rage and unleashed a piercing roar that shook the glass, making it vibrate and almost shatter. He then hurled the broken half of his bone, which, with a soft whistle, pierced through Dr. Bell's entire palm from a distance. The pain caused Dr. Bell to fall to the ground, rolling around on the stage and screaming, which looked quite amusing.

"No, no! My hands... Do you know what you've done? These are the hands of a scientist, a pair of... Ah—!!"

Zhang Renfeng slowly walked onto the stage, and with another kick, broke his ankle. Without much effort, he lifted him up, his feet dangling in the air.

"You won't have a second chance, but there are good deaths and bad deaths." From the moment he left until now, Zhang Renfeng's eyes hadn't blinked once, giving him an inhumanly terrifying aura. "I'll only ask you once: where is that guy named Chilton hiding?"

"He...he went to an academic conference and isn't in the hospital today."

"Not here today?" Zhang Renfeng laughed. "Are you trying to tell me that he knows nothing about what happened today?"

"I...I don't know. The director just told me to do the usual treatment. Nothing else...I don't know..."

After a moment of silence, Zhang Renfeng suddenly laughed again, tossing him aside like trash.

"He says he knows nothing. What do you all think?"

His gaze swept across the audience, and he asked with a smile, "Surely someone notified you to come to today's performance. Every wrong has its perpetrator, and every debt its debtor. I don't intend to make things difficult for you. Anyone will do. Just give me their name quickly."

----

"You have no right to interrogate us!" After a moment, a middle-aged man with a cane and a large belly slowly stood up and shouted, "You murderer!"

"What?" Zhang Renfeng thought he had misheard.

“I recognize you. You just got lucky, catching a bunch of nobodies posing as Red Army agents, and Gordon took a liking to you.” Another voice came from the crowd. “Please get your place straight. You’re just a temporary sheriff. You have no law enforcement authority other than assisting the police!”

“That’s right. If we’re going to negotiate, at least Gordon should be the one to do it!”

"That mere barbarian dares to think he can command us? Don't even dream about it!"

……

"It was... my presumption." Zhang Renfeng licked his lips, his mouth stretching almost to his ears, a smile that only made him seem more terrifying. "May I ask who you are...?"

“Ambrose, a registered federal judge in New Austin and now one of the Supreme Court judges in White Torch!” The first man in the lead snorted twice, thinking he had intimidated the other party, and proudly raised his head. “If you let us leave safely now, we might still have a way out. Otherwise… Hmph, do you really think Gordon can protect you?”

"Judge, my apologies, my apologies." Zhang Renfeng cupped his hands in greeting, right hand on top and left hand on the bottom, and asked with a "smile," "This girl was abducted on the street and brought here without her permission. Don't you intend to investigate this matter?"

"If this gets out, won't your reputations be affected?"

"What's it to you? A yellow-skinned bastard like you dares to question the operation of the law in this town?" The chief judge sneered and rebuked, "How we handle this is our business, and it's none of your concern. Now get out of here, I don't want to waste any more words with you!"

"This woman, like her family, has a severe history of hysteria. Dean Chilton brought her here for treatment out of humanitarian concern. He even invited us to witness the groundbreaking moment of electrotherapy—and all of this was ruined by an exceptionally stupid yellow bastard. This is the version the public has heard, and it's the only version that all the courts will use when they try you!"

The group exchanged glances and burst into laughter, their laughter filled with mockery of Zhang Renfeng.

"What is the truth? We say what we mean!" Chief Justice Ambrose was extremely smug, even spreading his arms wide in mockery. "What can you do? Do you think you're someone important just because you have a medal on your chest?"

"Once you step out of this door, who will believe a single word spoken by that yellow-skinned bastard? You'll be nothing more than a monkey with its tongue pulled out, left to be slaughtered at will!"

----

"I see, ha...hahaha...hahahahaha—!!"

They laughed, and I laughed too. After all, laughter makes you younger, and Zhang Renfeng had no reason not to laugh.

Everyone was laughing and having a great time, like they were on a spring outing.

But as he laughed, Zhang Renfeng suddenly sighed, feeling quite helpless, "They're like ants, popping up in swarms, no matter how you kill them, you can't get rid of them all."

"But it's alright... this is just right for me..."

He took out a neatly folded mask from his pocket and slowly put it on.

He recently learned that one should have a sense of ritual in life.

Even murder... requires a sense of ritual.

The blood-stained character "中" (zhong, meaning "middle" or "center") was reflected in everyone's eyes, and the laughter stopped instantly. A deathly silence seemed to wash over everyone like a tidal wave. The chief justice, in particular, froze, his expression filled with panic, as if he had seen a ghost.

This is Baiju Town.

To them, this symbol was more terrifying than a ghost.

"It's alright, Your Honor, a little trouble is no problem..."

Zhang Renfeng lowered his voice and said with a sinister grin, "I was born for you!"

----

"My God..."

Upon entering, Gordon witnessed a scene that was utterly horrifying.

First of all, strictly speaking... there was no "door" left. A very conspicuous footprint was left on the front door, which had been completely kicked to pieces. Upon seeing this scene, no one dared to linger, and they all ran away, so no witnesses were found.

A count revealed a total of twenty-five people, from different places, all of whom were quite prominent. They all died by having their throats pierced, their expressions before death filled with utter terror. The murderer pulled out their tongues one by one and threw them on the ground, perhaps as revenge.

In the stands, there was an electrotherapy chair with a bald doctor in a white coat strapped to it, and a rib was pierced through his hand.

The current was too strong, and some parts of his body were already cooked.

It hissed and emitted white steam.

Chapter 147: He Treated Himself as God

"when--!!"

The final, eighty-first strike came crashing down, but Zhang Renfeng used his internal energy to perfectly parry it. The blade struck his arms, sparks flying, and surprisingly, it created a gash. He staggered back two steps, examining the wound closely, but found no blood.

"I've succeeded, Master!" Having passed the final test, his eyes were filled with excitement, like a top scholar who had just passed the imperial examination. "If I can withstand all eighty-one cuts, then this skill is considered complete, right?!"

……

This was the difference between him and his master. The master's blows were real, while Zhang Renfeng had to use his internal energy to defend himself. By the end, Zhang Renfeng's forehead and back were soaked with sweat, as if he had just been pulled out of a water vat. His master, on the other hand, remained calm and composed, without breaking a sweat. He simply twirled his sword, slung it behind his back, and remained silent.

"Master, what's wrong?" He also noticed that the other person's mood was off, and he composed himself. "Did I do something wrong again?"

“You did a very good job, without a single flaw, but… alas…” The master sighed, but did not appear as happy as expected, and said, “I have foreseen your future fate, and I really can’t muster any enthusiasm.”

“Phoenix, remember this: your life is one of joy when you see red, sorrow when you see white, and death when you encounter green. Do many righteous deeds and see things through to the end, and you will reap good rewards.”

“Master, the red and white are easy to understand. Weddings are red, with gongs and drums; funerals are white, with music and singing. It’s not just me; who can escape matters of life and death?” Zhang Renfeng didn’t take the enigmatic proverb to heart and said with a smile, “But the saying ‘dying with green’ is really too dull for me to understand. Please enlighten me, Master.”

The master smiled with relief, "Good, good, it's good to have this heart. No matter how big the storms are in the future, just treat them as ordinary things."

"And remember, for us martial artists, putting on a belt means taking on a vital energy. For the rest of your life, you must rely on this energy in your actions and in your conduct."

……

Zhang Renfeng opened his eyes, and surprisingly, he dreamt of familiar people and things. Having been away from his mother tongue environment for so long, even the words in his dream sounded somewhat strange. He even took some time to carefully ponder the meaning of the phrase, "Joy at the sight of red, sorrow at the sight of white, and death at the sight of green."

Did my master really say these things to me earnestly on the day I succeeded? Or were they just fragments of a dream pieced together randomly in my subconscious?

he does not know.

"woke up?"

Igor casually remarked from the side, "No matter what happens, hearing his voice made Zhang Renfeng feel at ease."

"How long have I slept?"

“Take a nap a little longer. You’ve been so busy these past two days, a little longer won’t make a difference.” There was a hint of sarcasm in Igor’s smile. “That girl hasn’t woken up yet either. There’s only Alana with her head injury and me in the camp. You’ll have nothing to do even if you wake up.”

"what……"

Zhang Renfeng sighed.

He never regretted killing them; none of those scumbags were innocent, so he killed them without hesitation. He even felt the time was too short, and he hadn't had time to do anything more interesting.

But his current role is, after all, that of the temporary sheriff of White Torch, and one of the members involved in the investigation of the Australian Shrike case. Going on a killing spree in the city center, regardless of the reason, would inevitably lead to him being wanted, and might even affect Mike. He would feel guilty if he implicated Mike and prevented him from continuing the investigation.

"Did anyone see your face?" Igor asked casually, fiddling with the stew for dinner with a wooden spoon.

"Yes, it is. It's a hospital, and so many people come and go."

“Hmm…” Igor casually added some white pepper for seasoning and continued, “Has anyone seen you wearing the Red Center mask?”

“No, everyone I saw is dead.” Zhang Renfeng shook his head, a ruthless glint in his eyes, and said with particular honesty, “It’s just for the sake of a sense of ceremony. I need to let these people know that they died at the hands of me, Hongzhong.”

"Great, did you leave your signature wooden sign at the scene?"