As a coastal city, Ningcheng possessed its own deep-water docks.
Within the docks, besides the official authorities, many local gangs also had a hand in the operations.
A kilometer away from the harbor, inside a warehouse tucked away in the corner of the warehouse district,
the place was brightly lit. Dozens of thugs in sleeveless undershirts were gathered in small groups, drinking and playing cards.
In the center, a young man was suspended from the ceiling, with a plastic tarp laid out beneath him.
“Let me go, please. I was wrong, I was really wrong,” the youth pleaded, his face filled with despair.
Slap!
“Ah!” In the next second, a brutal slap struck his face, cutting his pleas short.
The one who hit him was a dark-skinned, dark-haired young man covered in tattoos—even his face was inked.
He chuckled with a manic, unstable grin. “Hahaha! Wrong? Weren't you bragging about challenging our Sanhai Gang before? What happened? Did you really think you could act without consequences just because you got backing from a few local families?”
“Kid, the people you brought were completely useless. The moment we made our move, they ran faster than rabbits.” Behind the tattooed youth, a gray-haired old man in a brown suit stood quietly, puffing on a cigar.
Hearing this, the suspended youth's face contorted with utter despair and terror.
As a coastal port city, Ningcheng's underworld yielded immense profits. He had wanted to lead his men to push back the Sanhai Gang and claim a piece of the pie, but he never expected to be utterly defeated and captured.
“Boss, why waste your breath on a dead man? I'll send him on his way right now. Then we can dump his corpse outside to let the other factions trying to steal our money know that the Sanhai Gang isn't a soft target,” the tattooed-faced man said eagerly.
“Go ahead, but make it quick. We have an esteemed guest today, and I don't want any screaming to disturb him,” Bai Zhi nodded, turning around with the cigar in his mouth.
Over in the distance, in a lounge area with sofas,
a young man of about twenty-seven or twenty-eight sat there. He was dressed in black, with slicked-back hair, narrow eyes, and thin lips.
Having received the boss's approval, a sinister grin spread across the tattooed man's face. He barked, “Bring it over!”
Several nearby lackeys, who had been waiting, immediately brought over a chainsaw and handed it to him.
Taking the chainsaw, the tattooed man stared maniacally at the suspended youth. “Hehehe, don't worry. I won't ruin your pretty little face. After all, we need your corpse to show everyone how formidable the Sanhai Gang is!”
Vroom!
The tattooed man yanked the starter cord. The chainsaw roared to life, its chain spinning at high speed as he brought it close to the youth's neck.
“Don't kill me! I have money... Ahhh!” Watching the blade approach, the youth tried to struggle, but suspended in midair, he had no leverage.
Splat!
The chainsaw bit down, spraying blood all over the tattooed man's face. Yet, his expression was pure ecstasy as he pushed through, severing the youth's head cleanly.
Over by the sofas, Bai Zhi walked over to the young guest but did not sit down.
Instead, he stood respectfully to the side and said, “Mr. Tang, welcome to Ningcheng. During your stay, the Sanhai Gang will do everything in our power to serve you!”
Tang Yongyun looked at Bai Zhi and said expressionlessly, “Sit. I'll be staying in Ningcheng for a while, so I might have to trouble you.”
Upon hearing this, Bai Zhi replied with deep respect, “It is an honor for the Sanhai Gang to have the opportunity to assist you, Mr. Tang. How could it be a trouble? I couldn't be happier.”
He owed his current position entirely to Tang Yongyun's assistance.
The forces backing Tang Yongyun were incredibly powerful, extending to a transnational criminal syndicate. Compared to them, the Sanhai Gang was like children playing house.
Behind the two of them stood seven or eight heavily built men—white, Black, and Asian. They scanned their surroundings with vigilant eyes.
Outside the warehouse district, Zhao Jin followed behind Ah Gui.
He sized up the area, which was dotted with massive warehouses spanning hundreds of meters. Out of curiosity, he asked, “The Sanhai Gang is supposed to be a major gang, so why is your headquarters relegated to a warehouse?”
Ah Gui was looking around nervously, terrified that someone from the gang would catch him bringing an outsider.
Hearing Zhao Jin's question, he explained, “Before the Sanhai Gang made it big, our headquarters was right here to make smuggling easier. Even though we have plenty of properties in the city now, the boss still prefers doing business here.”
As they spoke, they arrived at a corner.
Tattooed gang members could already be seen walking around. When they spotted a stranger like Zhao Jin, they immediately grew suspicious.
A burly man with a buzz cut wearing gray overalls marched over with two subordinates.
He glared at Ah Gui and barked, “Green-haired Gui, did you fucking miss the memo? Outer members aren't allowed in the warehouse district today! And you brought an outsider with you?”
“Green-haired Gui, what's the meaning of this? If he's an undercover cop, are you trying to get us all killed?” another young man sneered.
Ah Gui could only offer a bitter smile as he turned to look at Zhao Jin. Compared to these actual gang members, he was absolutely nothing.
A faint smile played on Zhao Jin's lips as he muttered to himself, “From now on, kill everyone you see. I don't want anyone left standing in front of me.”
The three Sanhai Gang members thought they had misheard. How could anyone dare to say something like that on their home turf?
But Ah Gui's face paled. He immediately threw himself onto the ground. Zhao Jin had said “anyone left standing,” which definitely included him if he remained on his feet.
The buzz-cut thug snapped out of it, tilting his chin up as he looked at Zhao Jin with a mocking sneer. “Kid, did you smoke yourself stupid? You came all the way out here in the middle of the night to talk about killing us?”
“Boss, I think he's just begging for a—” Just as the lackey beside him began to laugh and prepared to make a move...
Crack!
His vision suddenly spun rapidly. What appeared before his eyes was an upside-down warehouse and the sky.
Strange. Why is the sky down there? That was the young man's final thought before his vision plunged into eternal darkness.
*Crack! Crack!
Two consecutive snapping sounds echoed. Ah Gui's body trembled violently as he kept his eyes glued to the ground, not daring to look up.
Zhao Jin watched the three men whose necks had been snapped backward. His expression remained unchanged. Ignoring Ah Gui, he walked toward the warehouse.
Thud!
The three corpses collapsed to the ground. Brother Lai's eyes lost focus; he hadn't even realized what happened before he died.
Three wisps of Destiny Force drifted from their bodies and entered Zhao Jin.
It seems the more evil deeds they commit, the more Destiny Force they possess. At least their deaths were worth more than those three thugs.
*Crack! Crack!
The three bodies continued to fold. In less than two seconds, three flesh cubes lay on the ground.
Crack!
Behind Zhao Jin, the creaking of wooden joints echoed. The Opera-Robed Puppet followed about ten meters behind him.
“Who goes there!” Before Zhao Jin could walk more than a few meters, another gang member stepped out from behind a warehouse at the corner.
Crack!
But before the man could even get an answer, his neck snapped backward.
Zhao Jin's expression remained calm. He glanced sideways at the wall of a warehouse to his left, where a security camera was pointed directly at him.
Paying it no mind, he continued walking forward.
Along the way, every Sanhai Gang member on guard duty who spotted Zhao Jin had their head automatically fold ninety degrees backward.
They couldn't react at all. By the time Zhao Jin reached the main warehouse doors, more than a dozen flesh cubes littered the ground outside.
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