Then let the witch offer her loyalty

Hot blood splattered on the cold, hard ground like blooming dark flowers. Screams and screams rose and fell, mixed with the sounds of tables and chairs overturning and people running and crashing, turning the warehouse into a slaughterhouse of flesh and blood.

When his companions were all slaughtered, Luo Fei fled in panic into a room deep inside the warehouse, hoping to escape through the window.

But all the protective designs he had previously made to safeguard the warehouse have now become obstacles preventing him from escaping.

All the glass in this warehouse is reinforced bulletproof glass, so it's very difficult to break even if you shoot a gun at it.

To keep out thieves, the windows could only be opened slightly. Luo Fei tried to squeeze out, but he couldn't and almost got stuck.

"Knock, knock, knock." At this moment, a knocking sound came from the door, the ethereal sound echoing in the blood-soaked air.

What followed was the boy's frivolous and affected humming: "Little pig, little pig, let me in quickly~"

The tone was drawn out softly and long, with an almost playful mockery, so eerily chilling it sent shivers down one's spine.

In the corner, Luo Fei collapsed to the ground, his knees bent, his back pressed tightly against the cold wall. He stared wide-eyed at the door, his whole body trembling uncontrollably, sweat rolling down his forehead, but he didn't even have the strength to lift his hand to wipe it away.

"Swear on the hair on your chin that you will never open the door?"

The boy's voice outside the door grew softer and softer, as if he were whispering against the door, carrying a kind of morbid intimacy.

Then, his tone suddenly changed, becoming sharp and excited:

"Then I'll suck in hard—and blow hard—and blow your house down!"

"Boom!!!" A deafening crash interrupted the humming. The door shook violently as the axe struck it, sending wood chips flying. Luo Fei screamed in fright.

"Thump! Thump!! Thump!!!..." The fire axe slammed violently into the door panel, the sound of breaking wood mixed with dull thuds, and a series of hideous cracks quickly appeared, from which wood chips and dust kept shooting out.

With one last heavy, powerful slash—

“Crack!!”

A huge hole burst open in the center of the door, splinters of wood splintering out, and a strong stench of blood poured in from outside.

Immediately afterwards, the space at the hole began to twist and distort in a strange way, like water being stirred up, creating ripples.

The psionic concealment was dispelled, and a fire axe covered in dripping flesh and viscous tissue slowly emerged.

"Click—" The fire axe was slowly retracted, and the next second, a face wearing a clown mask peeked out from the hole. It was already covered in mottled bloodstains, and the corners of its grinning mouth were made even more terrifying by the blood.

Those amber eyes stared at Luo Fei through the eyeholes of the clown mask, their tone light yet tinged with extreme madness:

"Here's a joker!"

Chen Moxin took a step back, reached her hand through the hole, and prepared to unlock it.

Having spent years navigating the treacherous underworld, Luo Fei finally unleashed his last burst of fighting spirit, charging forward with a shout, intending to chop off Chen Moxin's hand with his knife.

But Chen Moxin was clearly a step faster. After unlocking the door, he rammed into it, knocking Luo Fei to the ground.

Luo Fei's knife was knocked out of his hand. He crawled over to pick it up, but suddenly saw a foot step on it, hook it backward, and kick the knife into a corner.

Luo Fei raised his head in despair, his eyes reflecting Chen Moxin's bloodied and mangled body.

He crawled to a corner, clasped his fists together in front of his chest and trembled uncontrollably, pleading in a tearful voice, "Brother! I know I was wrong! I really know I was wrong! I'll give you anything you want, please let me go!"

Chen Moxin shook her head: "You don't know you're wrong, you just know you're going to die."

After saying that, he raised the fire axe and swung it at Luo Fei.

"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft—"

Starting from the left foot, chop upwards along the leg.

After splitting with the left leg, split with the right leg.

After splitting the two legs, continue splitting the two arms.

Amidst Luo Fei's heart-wrenching screams, Chen Moxin relentlessly slashed at non-vital areas, hacking at him for a full ten minutes.

Only after cutting Luo Fei into human stumps, rendering him unconscious, and leaving no room for further torment, did they end his life with a single axe blow.

Chen Moxin held the dull fire axe in one hand and placed the other hand on the back of his neck, cracking his neck and letting out a comfortable sigh.

"That was satisfying."

...

"Bro, did you enjoy that?"

Inside the bar, a henchman smiled obsequiously at Chu Fan.

Chu Fan looked at the pentakill notification on his phone screen, let out an excited shout, patted his underling on the shoulder and said, "Awesome! You're pretty good at games, you're almost carrying me to Gold!"

The younger brother, shrinking back and forcing a smile, said, "It's all thanks to your excellent teamwork, Brother Fan. You're clearly not at that level. If it weren't for those idiot teammates, you would have reached the King rank by now."

Chu Fan burst into laughter after hearing this: "You're good at talking! Come on, come on, we're free tonight, let's continue with the qualifying matches."

The two played another game.

Perhaps because he had won too many games before, Chu Fan was finally punished by the system.

Not only did he get matched with idiotic teammates, but his opponents were also incredibly strong; the enemy top laner had already solo-killed him three times.

Just as Chu Fan, his face grave, was struggling to last-hit minions while cowering under the tower...

"Jingle Bell--"

A phone call suddenly came in.

Seeing that it was an unfamiliar number, Chu Fan hung up without thinking and continued playing the game.

The enemy jungler is coming over. Chu Fan has all his skills available and is in good condition. He's planning to use this opportunity to turn the tide and get a kill under the tower...

"Jingle Bell--"

The phone rang again.

This directly led to Chu Fan making a mistake, using up both of his summoner spells, giving away a kill, and the minion wave even pushed into the tower.

Chu Fan flew into a rage and answered the phone, unleashing a torrent of abuse: "You son of a bitch! Call me again and I'll chop you up the phone line and kill you?!"

After a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, a young boy's voice came through.

"Chu Fan, you look quite energetic. Do you remember me?"

"Who the hell are you? Why should I remember you, you idiot?"

“A few months ago, this idiot of mine bought something from you and even gave you a clown box as a gift.”

Chu Fan's expression immediately changed, and he quickly bowed humbly, his tone becoming submissive.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, it's Ugly Bro, I didn't recognize you at first, I'm really sorry... I'm the idiot..."

"Do you know Luo Fei, the loan shark from around Rust Street?"

"I know him, he's Fei Ge. In a way, he's my benefactor."

"benefactor?"

"Yes, when I first came to the border region and hadn't made it big yet, I was so poor that I couldn't get enough to eat and was almost starving. He took pity on me and threw me a box of leftover fried rice noodles, haha."

"Oh, you know where his hideout is, right?"

“I know, there’s a warehouse at No. 13 Iron Rust Street, that’s his territory.”

"Okay, come here."

Chu Fan found it strange. How did Luo Fei, a lousy loan shark, get involved with a witch hunter?

But before he could even ask a question, the other end of the line had already hung up.

The "ugly guy" left a deep impression on Chu Fan. It was the first time he had ever met a real psychic, and his bizarre and strange abilities left a great shock on him.

Moreover, the other party is a witch hunter, a public enforcer whose abilities and status are far beyond what a local bully like him can compare to.

Now that the other party had given instructions, Chu Fan dared not delay and quickly went to change his clothes.

The younger brother peeked out and asked, "Brother, are we not going to play the qualifying matches?"

"Screw this, I'm off to play my life's qualifying rounds." Chu Fan changed his clothes and hurriedly left.

Chapter 122 Now he's really become a clown.

(Two updates combined)

Chu Fan left his bar and hurried to No. 13 Iron Rust Street.

Seeing that the warehouse's roller shutter door was slightly open, he nimbly rolled inside.

"Ugly Bro, what do you want to see me about...?"

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly smelled an extremely strong stench of blood, and the horrific scene in front of him came into view.

Dozens of mangled corpses lay in the warehouse, blood splattered everywhere, some pooling into winding, dark red streams that reflected an eerie sheen under the lights. The air was thick with a rusty, metallic smell, and every breath felt like blood filling one's nostrils.

Seeing this, Chu Fan felt a chill run down his spine, and his limbs were almost frozen. He was so frightened that his mind went blank, and he stumbled and tried to escape.

"Snap." Before he could even climb out from under the roller shutter, a hand grabbed the top of his head.

Chu Fan opened his eyes wide in horror, turned around tremblingly, and saw the figure wearing a blood-stained raincoat and a clown mask covered in blood and mud.

"Ugly...Ugly Brother..." Chu Fan's lips trembled, his voice distorted with fear, "Are you going to kill me, or..."

Chen Moxin held Chu Fan's head and turned it so that he could see the corpses all over the ground.

"Did you see all these dead bodies here?"

"I saw it..."

"If someone asks you about it later, do you know what to say?"

"Know...know..."

"Was it done by a witch hunter?"

"It was the witch hunter who did it..."

"Slap!" Chen Moxin slapped him on the forehead.

"I."

"you?"

"Snapped!"

"You! Yourself!"

Chu Fan was stunned for a few seconds, then snapped out of his daze and quickly replied, "Oh right, right! I did it! I got into a fight with Luo Fei and took care of him and all his men! I did it all!"

"This is just a violent clash between border gangs. It has nothing to do with the Bureau, and it has absolutely nothing to do with the Witch Hunters! It was all done by our Undying Gang!"

After saying that, he snatched the fire axe, the murder weapon, from Chen Moxin's hand, and gripped it tightly with trembling hands, leaving all his fingerprints on the axe handle.

Seeing Chu Fan frantically trying to cover up his mistake, Chen Moxin smiled knowingly: "Isn't Luo Fei your benefactor? Is this how you repay your benefactor?"

Chu Fan opened his eyes wide and said solemnly, "You are my benefactor. The kindness of sparing my life is the greatest kindness!"

Chen Moxin asked with a smile, "So you're just willing to take the blame for me?"

Chu Fan answered without hesitation, "Absolutely! I'm Ugly Brother's dog, I'll do whatever you tell me to do!"

"Liar." Chen Moxin exposed his lie without any mercy. "We've only met twice, and you have the nerve to shamelessly call him my dog?"

"You're just afraid I'll kill you now, so you're just agreeing with everything I ask."

Seeing Chu Fan become uneasy, Chen Moxin smiled and said in a meaningful tone, "I don't like it when you lie. But I'm happy that your attitude is good."

“In the future, I will need you to do a lot of things for me in this border region. Don’t talk about being a dog or not. Let’s keep things separate. I will give you appropriate compensation for whatever I ask you to do.”

"Then, remember two things—"

At this point, Chen Moxin gestured with her chin toward the backpack placed in the corner, indicating to Chu Fan to open it.

Chu Fan jogged over and opened the bag; his eyes were filled with gold.

bullion!

A bag crammed almost half full of gold bars!

They were so numerous that it was impossible to count them all at once!

Chen Moxin approached Chu Fan and said casually, "If someone tries to bribe you to do something detrimental to me in the future..."

"Just remember, no matter how much the other party offers, I can afford twice that amount."