Nightmare Despair

Chapter 76 Harvest
The day passed quickly, and night gradually fell.

Wang Jinquan was in a very good mood today, and even his practice of the Falcon Striking Technique had greatly improved because of his joy.

"That's right, Zhou Kai hasn't shown up at the boxing gym for two days... He must be dead!"

"Haha, my mind is clear!"

"I really need to thank my uncle properly!"

However, having not received particularly good upbringing, Wang Jinquan had no idea what it meant to cater to someone's tastes. After much thought, he bought his uncle, who only liked drinking tea, a bottle of aged Maotai liquor.

"Uncle's probably tired of good tea, and he's definitely not had much of this kind of good wine... Hey, I'll definitely have a good drink with him this time!"

The ride-hailing car stopped downstairs at the teahouse, and Wang Jinquan walked in carrying a bottle of liquor.

But for some reason, he suddenly felt very uneasy, and his back felt cold in waves, as if there was some danger ahead.

But he ignored it completely, thinking he had just caught a cold and that a sip of wine would warm his stomach and dispel the chill...

Ten minutes ago.

Shangpinzhai Tea House.

"It's been three days. Has your hotel switched to raising turtles?"

On the table, in the ashtray, cigarette butts were piled up like a small mountain.

Wang Yuanzheng was in extremely poor condition, with puffy eyes and a pale complexion.

He gripped his phone, spitting as he questioned Boss Hu on the other end.

On the other end of the phone came Mr. Hu's voice, unhurried and calm.

"Mr. Wang, look, he's in a hurry again."

"Qiu Ping went on his mission at 10 p.m. the night before last, and you placed the additional order in the early hours of yesterday morning. All told, it's less than 48 hours, so how did it become three days?"

"Besides, as you know, in order to deal with Chen Ping who might emerge, we specially transferred several professional employees from other places. This takes time, doesn't it?"

Wang Yuanzheng scratched his already greasy hair and roared wildly:
"Stop talking nonsense, I just want Zhou Kai dead, now, immediately!"

“I’ve investigated his background thoroughly. This kid isn’t at the martial arts gym 24/7. Even if Chen Ping protects him, is he going to go home with him? The only people with any influence or influence he’s connected to are those few brats from Xishan… but so what?”

"Would the Vesta Group turn against the Wang family for a martial arts instructor in his early twenties?"

"Slow down... damn it!"

Wang Yuanzheng hung up the phone, slammed it on the tea table, and his bloodshot eyes swept over the dozen or so men in black standing in front of him.

He was silent for a moment, then slowly said:

"This mission is simpler than any before. Three women, a third-rate martial artist... can we handle it?"

The man standing at the front had thick, everted lips, a somewhat dull look in his eyes, and stood ramrod straight as he replied, "Yes, Mr. Wang!"

"This time we brought five kilograms of plastic explosives. All targets will be dealt with cleanly, unless the target is a Grandmaster of the Qi Refining Realm or a Level 3 modified human, otherwise... there is only one way out: death!"

Wang Yuanzheng waved his hand and said, "Don't make too much noise. The bigger the mess, the more trouble it will cause later. Forget about explosives. Go to the underground warehouse and take out my collection."

"Three anti-materiel rifles can riddle a tank with holes... Clean up the mess and don't leave too much trouble behind."

"Okay, Mr. Wang, I will handle it properly."

The man with sausage lips nodded and waved for a few people to follow him downstairs to retrieve his equipment.

Later, they will split into several groups and wipe all targets from the world before dawn.

In earlier years, this kind of work was commonplace for them.

The Wang family's rise to power was paved with the bones of their enemies.

They're taking action again now because they've been forced into a corner.

Suddenly, the crystal chandelier above everyone's heads flickered, and the current emitted an unstable crackling sound.

Immediately afterward, before anyone could react, all the lights in the entire teahouse went out with a short, loud bang.

The teahouse was instantly plunged into complete darkness.

Wang Yuanzheng suddenly felt a sense of alarm and quickly ordered, "Go and see what's going on."

Xishan City's power supply has always been stable, with even ordinary power outages being rare, let alone such a strange occurrence as voltage instability that could burn out power lines. There's definitely something wrong here.

Just in case, Wang Yuanzheng added, "If anyone sneaks in, just shoot!"

However, when he finished speaking, the expected response did not appear. In the darkness, there was a deathly silence.

"Did you hear that?"

"Wang Bing, what the hell are you guys doing?"

Wang Yuanzheng slammed his hand on the table and stood up abruptly.

All I could see was darkness, so thick that I couldn't see anything at all.

An indescribable sense of fear gave Wang Yuanzheng goosebumps.

He had a premonition that something he absolutely could not accept was happening in this darkness!
Wang Yuanzheng subconsciously reached for his phone, his fingers stiff with nervousness, and pressed the power button three times to turn on the flashlight.

A beam of intense light suddenly pierced the darkness.

The beam of light shone on Wang Bing's face.

His lips were tightly pursed, but his eyes were wide open, as if he had seen something extremely horrifying.

Just as Wang Yuanzheng was about to unleash a torrent of curses, he noticed that Wang Bing's pupils were completely unresponsive to the blinding beam of light, like two lifeless glass beads.

His heart skipped a beat, and he involuntarily took half a step back.

Then... he watched helplessly as Wang Bing's body slowly leaned forward, blood gushing from his neck like a fountain in a park, and as he fell, his head flew towards him first.

The headless body slammed heavily onto the tea table in front of him!

Blood continued to gush towards Wang Yuanzheng...

"No...this is impossible...this doesn't make sense..."

Wang Yuanzheng placed his cell phone, which was shining as a flashlight, face down on the table, the light scattering upwards. He hurriedly pulled open the tea table drawer and pulled out a revolver with intricate carvings.

The light from the phone's flashlight scattered throughout the room, barely illuminating some corners.

Wang Yuanzheng could vaguely see... his subordinates lying on the ground, all of them decapitated.

An absurd image suddenly flashed through his mind, and he felt as if his men were wheat being cut down by a sickle.

The pungent, overpowering smell of blood almost suffocated him.

Wang Yuanzheng trembled violently. He could already imagine what a living hell this place would be after the lights came on.

But... who did this?
Who could be so capable as to silently behead a dozen people in a matter of seconds?

A ghost? A second-realm martial artist? A level-three enhanced human?
"come out!"

Wang Yuanzheng roared fiercely, his voice sometimes high-pitched and sometimes trembling, overwhelmed by fear.

"Whoever you are, get out here!"

The bloodstains covering his body caused him great suffering, but the fear of death made him forget his obsession with cleanliness.

Darkness, endless darkness.

Blood, the entire room was filled with the stench of blood.

Fear was consuming the last vestiges of his sanity.

Wang Yuanzheng trembled as he picked up his phone from the table, shaking as he tried to escape the slaughterhouse.

bass……

A cold, silver light emerged from the darkness beside him, silently tracing the fabric of his shoulder before finally stopping at his neck.

The skin felt the cold, sharp touch of the blade, and blood seeped from the cut.

Wang Yuanzheng's breathing stopped.

He dared not move, not even blink, because he knew that what was pressed against his neck was a weapon capable of instantly reaping more than ten heads in the dead of night…

A terrifying giant blade.

(End of this chapter)