Ming Zhi Tian sprinted with flowing speed. "Is he... is he a monster?" The thug dared not speak, let out a soft sob, and murmured, "Don't kill me, don't kill me, please..."
In less than two minutes, they reached their destination: a derelict factory, overgrown with weeds, with a dilapidated gate and concrete walls covered in withered moss.
Ming Zhi Tian threw down the thug and strode directly towards the building.
"Who's there?" a deep, hostile voice boomed.
Ming Zhi Tian looked up at the elevated structure. A frail, gray-skinned man sat atop it, three deep scratches etched onto his profile. He held a cleaver and eyed the area below vigilantly.
Ming Zhi Tian glanced at him. "You're not even at the minor Zhou Tian level. Who are you? Where's One-Eyed Dragon?"
The frail man jumped down from the structure. "You dare come here looking for my boss without even recognizing Ripper Ah Mao? Hmph, you must not know how to write the word 'death'."
Ming Zhi Tian said coldly, "I gave you a chance... You talk too much."
Ripper Ah Mao raised his cleaver and roared, "You mother—"
"Bang!"
Ripper Ah Mao flew through the air, crashing through a wall!
Bloody and battered, he vomited blood and died.
Soon, the gang members were alerted. A fat-headed, big-eared man wielding a two-meter-long watermelon knife charged out with dozens of subordinates.
He first stared in shock at the mangled Ah Mao, then at Ming Zhi Tian, and asked cautiously, "May I ask which faction you belong to, brother?"
Ming Zhi Tian did not answer, instead asking, "Is this the Evil Dragon Gang?"
The fat-headed, big-eared man blinked. Did this person not even know where he was?
The man replied, "That's right."
Ming Zhi Tian nodded. "Then it's correct. Where is One-Eyed Dragon?"
The fat-headed, big-eared man couldn't take it anymore. This guy didn't respect him at all! "Who the hell are you? Not only did you kill Ah Mao, but you dare to disrespect me, Da Xiexie, the Third Hall Master! Brothers, all of you, charge!"
"Yes! Boss! Let's chop this kid into meat paste!"
Ming Zhi Tian shook his head. "It seems you haven't grasped the situation."
"Whoosh!" Ming Zhi Tian charged like a solid iron man.
The subordinates were thrown back with fractured bones. Da Xiexie, his face a mask of surprise, was punched by Ming Zhi Tian, his jaw askew.
He was slammed into the wall, dying on the spot! kuAiδugg
Ming Zhi Tian brushed some dust from his clothes and walked on.
The remaining subordinates dared not move. The intelligent ones had already scrambled to report to the higher-ups.
Dozens more thugs emerged from inside, each armed with a saber. Seeing Ming Zhi Tian, they charged directly.
In less than three seconds, all of them were sent flying, not even having enough walls to crash into.
"Clap... clap clap..." Slow applause began to ring out.
A stubbled man with one eye walked slowly towards Ming Zhi Tian, a smile on his face, examining him carefully.
Ming Zhi Tian casually sized him up. "Are you One-Eyed Dragon?"
One-Eyed Dragon puffed out his chest proudly. "I am. Brother, which path do you walk? You have good skills."
Ming Zhi Tian ignored him and murmured to himself, "Finally, someone at the minor Zhou Tian level."
"How dare you capture my friend. Are you tired of living?" Ming Zhi Tian said decisively.
One-Eyed Dragon grew angry. No one had ever spoken to him like this. As the leader of the Evil Dragon Gang, the biggest gang in Miao Hai City, how could he maintain his dignity?
One-Eyed Dragon said angrily, "Kid, I thought you had some skill and wanted to recruit you. Don't think you're so great just because you killed Da Xiexie and Ah Mao. It seems you don't understand the situation. Since you're here, don't expect to leave."
Ming Zhi Tian shrugged. "You're already dead."