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A few thugs guarding the entrance felt a bit uneasy as they steeled themselves and descended into the basement.
Halfway down the wooden stairs, they were met with an unforgettable scene of horror!
The basement, which had originally been filled with dead pigs, was now piled high with moaning bodies, and the ground was already a river of blood!
Countless thugs, who had been singing and dancing joyfully just minutes ago upstairs, now lay in the basement, bruised and broken, forming a wall of corpses!
In the midst of this chaos stood a devilish figure, covered in blood, stepping on the carcasses of dead pigs and the lifeless bodies of the injured. He was unwrapping the blood-soaked bandage from his right arm!
Chen Zao had taken down over a hundred thugs in one breath, and it wasn’t even exhausting for him.
Compared to the warriors in the apocalypse, these thugs were weak beyond measure. They were like cotton dolls; with just a light push, he could send them flying. The punches and kicks they threw at him felt like mere tickles, not even breaking his skin.
After this bout, Chen Zao might have lost a couple of hairs but suffered no injuries at all. Although it looked brutal—his body covered in blood and his face splattered—most of that blood was from the thugs he had defeated.
Feeling sticky and uncomfortable, Chen Zao was annoyed. He didn’t know how many people he had killed here; he didn’t have time to think about it.
What he wanted now was to change out of these blood-soaked clothes, leave this place of trouble behind, and find a suitable spot to open a time portal to escape to the apocalypse for a while.
As he was unwrapping the bandage on his right arm, he noticed a few more thugs coming down the stairs.
Chen Zao's eyes turned cold as he crushed one thug’s lower back underfoot. Like lightning, he dashed up the stairs. In that moment when those thugs were terrified out of their wits, he delivered several "light punches," knocking them senseless. Their bodies tumbled down from the wooden stairs into the basement, adding more layers to the pile of flesh below.
"Ha."
He exhaled lightly as he continued unwrapping the bandage on his right arm and walked step by step down the stairs.
He glanced at those thugs who were still conscious, groaning in pain and looking at him in terror, checking if anyone dared to defy him or secretly call for help. He would immediately rush over to teach them another lesson.
Faced with such a "devil," this group of thugs who had suffered painful lessons dared not report him or provoke this monster anymore. The smart ones pretended to be dead and avoided looking at Chen Zao altogether.
Chen Zao removed the bandage from his Right Arm, revealing the "big flower tattoo" stained a golden red with blood underneath. He gently touched it, feeling a sense of helplessness and regret.
This Qilin Arm was truly terrifying; he had really gotten himself into trouble this time.
"Sigh..."
Chen Zao sighed silently, took off his damp black shirt, and walked over the pile of bodies toward the water basin used for washing pigs. He picked up a water hose and poured cold water over his head.
The icy water stimulated Chen Zao's senses, and his Right Arm made a faint "pitter-patter" sound as it touched the water. The weak outer layer of his skin seemed to wash away, sending tingling sensations through his arm, almost like a cold therapy, which felt quite pleasant.
The cold water helped calm his restless mood and the electric currents within his body gradually settled down.
Finally, he could think clearly.
Having caused such a huge incident, he would definitely need to hide out in the apocalypse for a while.
But no matter how he tried to hide, it seemed that this situation wouldn't easily settle down.
How was he supposed to resolve this?
So many people had died; would he be wanted by the police?
If he became a fugitive, how could he save this world?
Damn it, can money solve such problems?
The more Chen Zao thought about it, the more frustrated he became.
Suddenly, he heard a woman's soft scream coming from the stairway: "Ah!"
Chen Zao looked over in shock and saw Ma Zhao at the stairway, holding a baseball bat and leading a group of thugs back.
The person who was startled was none other than Ma Zhao, the first to come down!
Upon seeing the basement filled with corpses and an overwhelming stench of blood, Ma Zhao was nearly rendered speechless.
The thugs from Treasure Hall who came with her were also taken aback by the gruesome scene.
He the Great, a ruthless character with several lives on his hands, had been in the underworld for over twenty years and had seen all kinds of situations, developing a heart of iron.
Yet at this moment in the Sakura Bar basement, even He the Great was stunned; such a terrifying scene made his scalp tingle!
What on earth happened here? Were two groups fighting fiercely? How could it be so brutal?
He the Great frowned and asked Ma Zhao, "Zhao, did you call anyone else to confront the Haitao Gang?"
"No," Ma Zhao replied, completely bewildered. Initially, upon seeing the bloody scene downstairs, she thought it was a clash between the Haitao Gang and another gang.
However, she had been waiting across from Sakura Bar for He the Great and his crew and hadn’t seen any other gang come down to trouble the Haitao Gang. What was going on?
At that moment, Ma Zhao noticed Chen Zao half-naked in front of the pool, showering.
Compared to the bloody remains around him, Chen Zao standing upright seemed so out of place.
Ma Zhao hurried down a few steps to the bottom of the stairs but found her way blocked by a pile of bodies; she couldn’t move forward.
From about ten meters away, she called out to Chen Zao with a series of questions: "Are you hurt? What happened? Who did you get to slaughter the Haitao Gang?"
Chen Zao continued to wipe the blood off himself and replied to Ma Zhao with little interest, "I didn't look for anyone. I took them all down myself."
"You did it yourself?!" Ma Zhao's jaw nearly dropped to the ground.
He the Great and the other brothers from Treasure Hall were also shocked to hear Chen Zao say this, but they quickly thought he was just bragging.
Looking around, there were at least over a hundred thugs lying on the ground. How could he have done this alone? Unless he was superhuman!
He the Great asked Ma Zhao, "This can't be the Chen Zao we are here to rescue, right?"
"Yes, that's him."
Ma Zhao nodded in a daze, feeling a storm of emotions inside, utterly bewildered.
She couldn't bring herself to believe that Chen Zao had taken down all these thugs by himself. Beyond that, she simply couldn't figure out how the Haitao Gang ended up like this. From the looks of these people, it seemed as if they had been surrounded and beaten down by over three hundred brothers.
However, based on her earlier observations, there hadn't been any large group that came in to trouble the Haitao Gang.
Could it really be... that this guy did it all by himself?!
What kind of person is he?!
No, the real question should be: is this guy even human?!
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