Chapter 6779
Danger Averted
Scarface Zhang Hu stared intently at the black-clad man in front of him, who exuded a chilling aura, his eyes filled with fear and despair.
His legs seemed to be bound by an invisible force, trembling slightly uncontrollably, each tremor a manifestation of his inner fear.
"War God Alliance..."
Zhang Hu swallowed hard, the sound of the saliva sliding down his throat being particularly clear in the deathly silent environment.
His voice was hoarse, like sandpaper rubbing hard on a rough surface, and every word seemed to be squeezed out with difficulty from between his teeth.
Rumors about the War God Alliance are widespread in the underworld, spreading like wildfire to every dark corner.
It is said that anyone who offends them will suffer a miserable fate.
They either disappear from the world silently, as if they never existed, leaving family and friends searching everywhere but unable to find a single clue;
They were either crushed to dust, leaving no trace, like a gust of wind that blows by and leaves nothing behind.
Zhang Hu couldn't help but recall the tragic deaths of those rumored to have been dealt with by the Prince of Nanjiang.
Some people were skinned alive and had their tendons pulled out, their blood staining the ground red, and their screams echoed in the air for a long time.
Some people were thrown into pits full of poisonous insects, where they were slowly eaten away by those disgusting worms, their bodies gradually becoming riddled with holes.
Others were hung from the city walls, left to the elements until they became shriveled corpses...
Thinking of these things, he couldn't help but shudder, and the hairs on his body stood on end, as if those terrifying scenes were right before his eyes.
The man in black seemed completely oblivious to Zhang Hu's fear as he slowly and methodically wiped the long sword in his hand that gleamed with a cold, eerie light.
His movements were elegant and composed, each wiping motion like a sacred ritual.
However, behind this elegant movement lies a chilling sense of oppression, as if the people around him are nothing more than insignificant ants, whom he could easily crush at any moment.
After wiping the blade clean, the man in black slowly raised his eyes to look at Zhang Hu.
His gaze was as cold as ice that had never melted, devoid of any warmth or emotion, as if Zhang Hu were already a dead man in his eyes.
He spoke coldly, his voice like it came from an ice cellar: "Do it yourself, or should I do it?"
Upon hearing this, Zhang Hu's forehead veins bulged, resembling writhing earthworms.
His face turned deathly pale, his legs went weak, and he knelt down on the ground with a thud.
The dull thud of the knee hitting the ground was particularly jarring in the silent space.
He began to kowtow repeatedly, his forehead slamming heavily on the ground with a "thump-thump" sound. Soon, a red swelling appeared on his forehead.
"Hero, spare my life! Hero, spare my life!"
We were just following orders, please be lenient!
Zhang Hu begged for mercy in a hoarse voice, his voice filled with fear and pleading.
His body trembled incessantly, like a leaf drifting in a gale.
However, only a dark shadow flashed by in response to him!
The dark figure moved with lightning speed, leaving no time for anyone to react.
A sharp "crack" was heard, a sound like bones breaking, which sent chills down one's spine.
Zhang Hu's neck was twisted at an eerie angle, as if it had been snapped by an invisible hand.
His body fell heavily to the ground, his limbs twitched a few times, and then he fell still, his eyes still wide open, filled with terror and resentment.
The man in black kicked the gruesome corpse on the ground with his toe with disgust, his brows furrowed as if the body were something repulsive. He snorted coldly, his voice full of disdain and loathing: "The boss ordered us to leave them alive. You've really dirtied my knife."
"This kind of trash doesn't even deserve my attention; it only dirties my blade."
After saying that, he slowly raised his hand and snapped his fingers crisply.
The snap of fingers was exceptionally loud in the silent room, like a command horn.
Several burly men in black immediately surged into the room like a tidal wave. They were all imposing, walked in unison, and their eyes revealed a well-trained and cold demeanor.
"Clean this place up, don't leave any trace."
The man in black gave the order in a calm voice, as if he were talking about a trivial matter, as if the bloody massacre just now was nothing more than an insignificant farce.
Upon receiving the order, the burly men sprang into action.
They had a clear division of labor and worked in an orderly manner.
Some burly men skillfully lifted the corpse, which was limp and swayed back and forth with their movements, like a tattered rag doll.
They hurried along, carrying the body to an unknown location.
Other burly men pulled out special potions from their pockets, which emitted a pungent odor.
They carefully poured the medicine onto the bloodstains on the floor. The bloodstains made a sizzling sound as they came into contact with the medicine, as if they were groaning in pain.
Then, they vigorously wiped the floor with a rag, again and again, not missing a single corner.
In no time, the corpses in the room vanished without a trace, and the bloodstains on the floor were wiped clean and spotless, as if the bloody massacre had never happened and it was all just a dream.
After dealing with everything, the man in black walked calmly to the door.
He tilted his head slightly, raised his hand and gently knocked on the door. The knocking was rhythmic and neither too fast nor too slow.
"Miss Yun, the danger has passed. We will be guarding outside, so you can rest assured."
His voice was deep and gentle, a stark contrast to his cold and ruthless demeanor just moments before.
Yun Yuyan curled up under the bed, her body pressed tightly against the bed frame, not daring to breathe.
Her heart was pounding violently in her chest, as if it were about to burst out of her chest.
Her ears were perked up, listening intently to the sounds outside; every tiny noise sent shivers down her spine.
Only when it was completely quiet outside, without a single sound, did she muster her courage and slowly crawl out from under the bed, trembling.
Her legs felt weak, like two noodles, and couldn't support her body at all.
She had to hold onto the edge of the bed tightly, her fingers turning white from the effort, just to keep her balance.
She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down, and then carefully walked to the door, her steps as light as a startled deer.
She tiptoed slightly and peered out through the peephole.
Two bodyguards in black stood straight outside the door, their postures as upright as pine trees, like two unshakeable mountain peaks.
Their waists were slightly bulging, clearly concealing weapons, weapons that seemed like lurking beasts, ready to strike at any moment. (End of Chapter)