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Under Nightfall.
Denton Street, number seven.
Kent burst out of the pitch-dark corridor like a madman.
Across the street in the alley, two mbers of the Iron Fist Gang who had been waiting spotted him, and couldn't help but frown.
"What's this kid doing? Made us wait so long for nothing!"
"Hey, sothing seems off... he looks panicked."
Kent dove into the alley, and upon seeing the two young n in leather jackets, he saw them as saviors.
His face lit up with joy.
"Let's go! Hurry, take with you!"
He imdiately lunged into the arms of one of them.
The two Iron Fist Gang mbers exchanged a glance, seeing the confusion in each other's eyes.
"??"
"Damn it, get off , hey!"
The leather-jacketed man who got a full embrace from Kent was sowhat disgruntled, a grown man like himself shouldn't be hugged like this by another man.
He didn't want to be misunderstood by his brothers in the gang and attract countless fencing enthusiasts.
"Leave... take out of here..."
A faint voice ca from his embrace.
Kent's mind flashed back to the last scene before he fled through the door.
Those indifferent eyes of the dark-haired young man, his regretful expression, and his flat voice:
"You shouldn't have touched my people, Mr. Kent..."
The other party extended two fingers and lightly stroked his neck.
The cold touch made his body tingle.
A sudden pain followed, and Kent was puzzled. But fear surged, driving him to run out...
At this mont, the two Iron Fist Gang n quickly flipped Kent over.
Seeing his condition, they both jumped in fright.
Kent's face was congested with blood, veins protruding, eyes bulging and filled with blood vessels, his expression terrified.
One of them crouched down, placed a hand on his chest, and bent down to listen for breathing, but there was none.
"Damn it! He's dead!"
The man cursed.
He had just run over, full of life, and looked more than capable of competing in a sprint race.
But how could he just... like that?
"Look at his neck! What is that!?"
Reminded by the other, the leather-jacketed man turned to look and saw two dark holes on Kent's neck.
They looked like wounds, but there was no bleeding.
Urban legends he'd heard of flashed in his mind, and it was easy for him to associate them with so monster.
"Could it be vampires...!?"
"Bullshit, it's clearly snake bites! He was poisoned to death!"
"..."
The two guys exchanged a few words in a low voice and then fell silent, both feeling incredulous.
He was supposed to go ho and pack his bags, how did he suddenly get bitten by a venomous snake.
Then they heard slow but clear footsteps.
Looking up, they saw a man walking towards them with the light behind him.
"Hey! Get lost! Did you hear ?"
The two Iron Fist Gang mbers laid down Kent's body and stood up to shout at the stranger.
Suddenly, the figure of the man vanished before their eyes.
"!!"
They were stunned for a mont.
Then both felt fingers lightly brushing their necks.
After a cold sensation ca a slight sting.
When they turned their heads, the stranger had already walked far down the street, leaving only his back in sight.
"Damn it, you...!"
"Ugh—!!"
Two thuds.
The two Iron Fist Gang mbers fell to the ground, their eyes wide open. Their death unable to be said similar to Kent's, it was exactly the sa.
Snake's Kiss marks appeared on their necks just like those on Kent's.
[Killed ordinary mbers of the Iron Fist Gang, gained 20 Experience Points]*2
[Triggered C-class task: King of the Sewage Beach]
[Task description: The Iron Fist Gang from the Outer City District of Amber City has bared their claws at you, will you respond with sharpened fangs?
Kill them! Destroy them! Or enslave them!
Show them who the King of the Sewage Beach is!]
[Task reward: 1000 Experience Points, 1 Gold Pound, and [Mad Hand Prototype Diagram - Palm Fireworks]*1]
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Accepted.
Chen Lun walked forward indifferently, heading towards the Dolphin Opera House.
[Animal Mimicry LVMAX]
[Snake's Kiss]
[Skill Description: You have learned to imitate the bite of a venomous snake and inject toxins, and the trait is not limited to your teeth.]
He didn't choose to shoot rashly. Such a loud noise would easily draw unwanted trouble.
Previously, there hadn't been much use for this animal trait, but now it was quite suitable.
Chen Lun's chilly whisper faintly echoed through the streets:
"Iron Fist Gang..."
"Welco to Sewage Beach, you two lovely ladies!"
The entrance to Sewage Beach at night.
A group of Iron Fist Gang mbers surrounded Connie and Floey, intending to take them to the Floral Tavern.
At the edge of so steps, there was a rusty iron plate covered in filth, marked with the words "Sewage Beach."
One only needed to walk down the broad staircase to reach the area of Sewage Beach. Not even the Lamplighter would co here to light the street lamps, so it was pitch-dark all around.
"Move it, Gary the boss must still be waiting for our good news!"
One of the n urged, admiring the flintlock gun he had snatched from Floey's hands.
"What a fantastic gun! It's so much better than our 'Raging Fire'!
Definitely need to show it to the boss, and then have those craftsn really learn!"
At that mont, Connie suddenly cursed:
"Get lost! Don't touch !"
She defiantly shook off the hand trying to grope her. The n in leather jackets laughed, not caring about her wrath at all.
One of the guys turned to leer at Floey, eyeing her up and down before licking his lips.
"Hey, this foreign girl is really sothing. I wonder if boss Gary will let us have a go?"
"Ah ha, keep dreaming! This is a present the boss plans to give to a big shot in the Inner City District!
If you dare touch her, the boss will definitely twist your head off! And not just the one on your neck!"
The others burst into laughter.
"Ha ha—Ah!!"
The laughter stopped abruptly, replaced by a scream.
Everyone was shocked.
An Iron Fist Gang mber had a scarlet crossbow arrow sticking out of his chest!
The crossbow arrow dissipated like smoke, but the man who had been shot scread even more miserably. The wound expanded at a visible rate, as if an invisible mouth was tearing and nibbling at it!
"Hungry! I'm so hungry!"
He suddenly roared in a low voice, eyes red, and grabbed a companion next to him to bite.
This bestial act startled the others.
The unlucky one caught by him wasn't quick enough to react and was bitten through the carotid artery, blood spattering out.
In just a mont, two people lay in a pool of blood, one dead and one severely injured.
The remaining Iron Fist Gang mbers were both shocked and furious.
Across a road, under the dim moonlight, a man slowly walked over.
His face wasn't clear, but he was holding a hand crossbow, and there was a stray dog at his feet.
Lift hand, aim, pull the trigger...
"Get down!"
An Iron Fist Gang mber shouted.
But it was too late.
The light twang of the string was accompanied by a red streak across the night.
Whoosh—!
Another man in a leather jacket fell to the ground, screaming in pain.
"I'm so hungry!!"
His flesh disappeared out of thin air as he struggled to get up, wanting nothing but to gorge.
"Eat! I want to eat back what I've lost!"
Bang!
The nearest man in a leather jacket punched him in the face to avoid being bitten.
The Mad Hand unleashed a burst of air, greatly increasing the force of the punch.
The powerful impact imdiately broke his neck.
The guy's head tilted to one side, he staggered a few steps, then fell to the ground with a thud.
Dead on the spot.
"Damn it! What the hell is this thing!"
A few Iron Fist Gang mbers lay on the ground, shivering with fear.
As the man slowly approached, they could see his true face.
A young man with curly black hair, looking at them expressionlessly.
His erald green vertical pupils radiated coldness.
"Have you ever seen hunger blossom?"
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