My Perfect Female CE Chapter 877: The Butcher’s Gift

Chapter 877: Chapter 877: The Butcher’s Gift

Chapter 877: The Butcher Delivers a Gift

Black Fox sat inside the car, casting a sidelong glance at the two surviving subordinates, his face indifferent. Out of four subordinates, only two survived. The other two were certainly dead, having entangled with the Tang Family, leaving no hope for survival. It wouldn’t be long before the lurking Tang Family mbers discovered their bodies, turning his n into re corpses.

"I pride myself on having unparalleled sches and flawless plans, yet I didn’t anticipate these changes. The Tang Family is indeed formidable; I’ve been too arrogant, thinking I could lead them by the nose at will, but it seems that’s impossible now." Black Fox’s mind was far from calm.

He understood better than anyone that after going into hiding this ti, he could only reerge once the storm had passed and the Tang Family’s wrath subsided; otherwise, even the slightest trace left behind could lead the Tang Family right to him.

"Am I overthinking this? Why do I have this lingering unease? Is sothing about to happen, or am I just too wary of the Tang Family’s power?" Black Fox furrowed his brows, unable to conceal the worry in his heart.

"Execute the withdrawal as planned, then erase all traces of our existence." Black Fox ordered without room for doubt.

"Yes!" The assassins in the car responded respectfully.

Upon moving to the third hideout, Black Fox finally felt so relief. He firmly believed that all traces of his group had been wiped away, and no matter how capable the Tang Family was, they would not find his location.

It was already late at night; aside from those keeping watch, the others had gone to rest.

At this mont, there were still eighteen people around Black Fox; this was all his remaining forces.

Especially Black Fox, whose mind was extrely exhausted and had already been struggling with fatigue.

In the darkness, through vague outlines, a Rough Man could be seen eliminating targets like a ghost.

No doubt, the Rough Man’s initial targets were the hidden sentries.

After taking out three sentries, the Rough Man sneered disdainfully, revealing gleaming white teeth, and quietly murmured, "That old dog Black Fox, so careless, thinking himself clever, left only three sentries, while everyone else is snoring away. This confidence is likely to cost him his life."

Then, the Rough Man moved as if in an uninhabited realm, slaying all the assassins who had already gone to sleep or were gathered drinking or playing cards. During this, it was as if threading a needle with ease, without any hindrance.

Every move he made was lethal and rciless.

"Dealing with these little ants poses no challenge at all," the Rough Man continued to wear a bizarre smile.

Finally, the Rough Man kicked open Black Fox’s room. The heavy iron door flew out like a board, accompanied by a tallic clang, smashing everything behind the door. The Rough Man’s untily voice yelled, "The enemy is here, here, everyone’s been killed."

Black Fox, who had just fallen asleep, was jolted awake in confusion. The mont he turned on the light, he reached for the gun under his pillow.

"Enemy? Where did the enemy co from?" Black Fox exclaid in panic, the gun in his hand already cocked.

His ntal resilience was comndable, yet even so, he couldn’t help but feel fright.

Right then, his mind was incredibly clear, but all his attention was on the enemy, neglecting the Rough Man’s words, ’everyone was killed.’ If he realized this point, he would be baffled; wasn’t everyone supposed to be dead? How are you still alive?

Black Fox naturally assud that the Tang Family had co for him.

However, upon listening closely, there was no sound of fighting, nor gunfire, leaving him bewildered.

"Where is the enemy? Why is there not a sound..." Black Fox complained in great frustration, but when he focused on the Rough Man, his hand couldn’t hold the gun anymore. Trembling, the gun fell onto the bed, and he shuddered in fear, exclaiming, "Butcher, Lord Butcher, how could it be you, how is it possible."

Black Fox felt as if his heart had shattered to pieces.

Being the fourth figure in the Netherworld Organization, he would have been living in vain if he didn’t recognize the Butcher.

"Yes, it’s , the very ssenger. Yes, everything I just said is true; your people are all dead, and it was

who killed them." The Butcher shrugged nonchalantly.

"Lord Butcher, when did the Netherworld annoy you, prompting you to exert the effort to kill personally? If soone has offended you, I’ll have the insolent fool cut their throat and apologize to Lord Butcher." Black Fox displayed a sycophantic smile that appeared grotesquely ugly amidst his frightened expression.

The Butcher’s reputation, like a shadow cast by a towering tree, instilled fear in the very marrow of Black Fox’s bones.

"No one offended . I was just bored and decided to play with the Netherworld folks. Pity, it wasn’t fun at all, and they couldn’t withstand much before they all died." The Butcher sneered.

Black Fox lacked the ti to ponder; otherwise, he would surely have realized that the Butcher’s sudden appearance here was for a reason.

He pleaded tremblingly, "Lord Butcher, I’m just a mundane man, unworthy of your ga, so please spare this insignificant life."

Though the Netherworld Organization was large, after Blood Evil died at Ye Fan’s hands, only two mbers with Human Body Limit capabilities remained. The Butcher had the power and ability to annihilate the entire Netherworld Organization. In the face of such a terrifying entity, how could Black Fox not be afraid?

How his subordinates died no longer mattered; as long as he survived, it would be a huge honor for his subordinates to die at the Butcher’s hands.

"I’ll give you a chance to live. Do you see this knife in my hand? If you can dodge it as it cos at you, I’ll spare your life." The Butcher said leisurely.

Black Fox swallowed a mouthful of saliva; cold sweat poured like a stream. He glanced at the knife in the Butcher’s hand; it belonged to his subordinate. The Butcher’s deliberate wielding of the knife was clearly to toy with him. Everyone in the Underworld knew the Butcher’s greatest hobby was playing with people.

"Lord Butcher, what have I done to deserve your attention? Please, show your rcy." Black Fox pleaded.

"I’m no Bodhisattva; rcy ans nothing to . I’ll assu you accept the chance I’m offering you." After saying this, the Butcher casually gestured, preparing to throw the knife.

Black Fox was dumbfounded; in the face of life and death, his mind spun faster than ever. He dove face-first to the ground in desperation.