150: Chapter 145: Human Hand in the Dog’s Mouth 150: Chapter 145: Human Hand in the Dog’s Mouth “Feifei, let’s go, it’s ti,” Ren Jun reminded again.
Liu Fei’er was montarily stunned as she snapped out of her daze, realizing she had been preoccupied with thoughts of Ye Tian and hadn’t paid attention to Ren Jun speaking.
“Ah, sorry about that, I was zoning out,” she apologized sowhat sheepishly.
“No worries, get in the car, the race is about to start.”
Ren Jun, being the gentleman, opened the car door for the beautiful woman, inviting Liu Fei’er into his Porsche.
Seeing Liu Fei’er distracted and clearly thinking about that guy from before, Ren Jun couldn’t help but feel angry, secretly thinking, “Little vixen, you just wait, today you’re getting into my car, and tomorrow you’ll be in my bed.
Let’s see how you can think of soone else then, I’ll show you!”
Just then, soone knocked on Ren Jun’s car window, and he saw it was Dapeng Huang with a phone in his hand, gesturing for him to co out and talk.
Both being wealthy heirs, they’d grown up causing mischief together, always sticking together through thick and thin, sharing secrets and won.
Ren Jun thought if this guy wasn’t in the car getting ready but instead coming to find him, there must be sothing important.
Ren Jun followed him to a secluded corner, only to hear Dapeng Huang say, “Hehe, Jun, guess what that guy was doing?”
“Who?” Ren Jun’s mind was on Liu Fei’er in the car, the girl he had yet to conquer, making him itch with desire.
“Who else but that guy driving the McLaren?” Dapeng Huang said with a smile, “Honestly, I just did so digging for you.
He’s just a damn security guard who recently got promoted to head of security.
The car is from their company, probably snuck out by him to try and win so money racing.
Seeing our grand setup, he got scared ****less and hid inside the factory.”
“He’s a security guard?
Are you sure?” Ren Jun’s eyes widened, not expecting his rival to be such trash.
It seed everything was an illusion, and his chances just skyrocketed.
“My brother works at Yun Corporation; he told himself, man.
Could there be any doubt?” Dapeng Huang glanced at the McLaren parked at the factory entrance and sneered, “That car’s worth at least 3 million, enough for that kid to earn in a lifeti.
Imagine if sothing happens to it, isn’t he screwed for good?
He’ll never turn his life around, hehe.”
Ren Jun’s eyes lit up, “What a great idea!”
“Taking out a potential rival for you, how are you going to thank ?” Dapeng Huang asked with a sly grin.
“I’ll treat you to a grand ti at The Splendid, double…
ah no, triple flights, how about that?” Ren Jun said suggestively.
“The Splendid is boring; I’ve had my fill of the girls there.
The one in your car seems nice.
Just don’t forget to share the fun after you’ve had your turn, how about that?” Dapeng Huang said brazenly.
Ren Jun pondered for a mont then decisively agreed: “No problem.”
Sharing beautiful won was their usual style; they never let the ‘water flow to other people’s fields,’ as they’d always done over the years.
In the eyes of Ren Jun and Dapeng Huang, claiming Liu Fei’er was just a matter of ti; they’ll have their fun in a few days.
Both being wealthy second-generation, Dapeng Huang had a deep understanding of cars.
He fetched a jack and wrench from the trunk and went to the back of the McLaren, starting his destructive handiwork.
Ten minutes later, a Michelin tire was removed, and Dapeng Huang nodded satisfactorily, rolling the tire into a gully, saying, “Let’s see how he gets back now.”
“Pengzi, this is really ruthless!
But I like it, haha!”
Ren Jun watched the McLaren missing a tire and couldn’t help but clap his hands in praise.
This malicious trick was sothing he couldn’t have thought of himself.
He was now quite eager to see the look on that little security guard Ye Tian’s face when he ca out and saw all of this.
“Who asked him to ss with Brother Jun?
This idiot deserves it, there’s no discussing it!” Dapeng Huang said with a malicious grin.
Then he twisted the switch on the jack, which imdiately retracted, pulling back as the McLaren, now missing a tire and the support of the jack, crashed to the ground, and its undercarriage slamd into the pavent, instantly deforming.
Ren Jun spat on the car, picked up the iron wrench from the ground, and vigorously scraped the McLaren’s body, producing a harsh, grating sound.
The exquisite paint imdiately got scratched up.
“That’ll teach the little security guard a lesson.
He tried to act all high and mighty with ?
This is what he gets, hahaha!” Ren Jun was ecstatic, slinging his arm around Dapeng Huang’s shoulder, laughing as they walked away.
Dapeng Huang sneered to himself, considering that among all the supercar brands, McLaren was indeed high-end.
Missing one tire, scratched paint, a damaged body, the repair would surely cost a six-figure sum.
This ti, that little security guard was definitely done for.
Ren Jun returned to his Porsche, where Liu Fei’er had been waiting a long ti.
She asked him what he had been doing and why it took him so long to co back, noting that they would miss the death race if he didn’t return soon.
“Don’t worry, without , they wouldn’t dare start the match,” Ren Jun said impressively and then explained, “Just went out for a bit, had to pee, good kidney so frequent urination, sorry to keep you waiting.”
“Oh,” Liu Fei’er frowned and thought to herself how crude he was, and how boring it was to be with him.
If Ye Tian were here, he’d surely talk about many interesting things.
anwhile, Ye Tian walked into the abandoned warehouse of the Red Flag Steel Factory.
This place had been desolate for over a decade, surrounded by dilapidated buildings and old workshops with shattered glass.
The concrete floors were overgrown with wild grass, large machinery lay idle in the courtyard, rust-stained and covered with cawing crows.
The entire factory was shrouded in an eerie silence, with many potential hiding spots.
It would be perfect for a den of cri for holding hostages.
Ye Tian moved stealthily through the wild grass, his senses fully alert, ready to kill any Fire Virtue Gang enemy on sight.
He had co to the Fire Virtue Gang today for one purpose: to obliterate these bastards.
However, strangely, despite sneaking around for a while, he hadn’t seen a single soul.
Just then, as he pondered this oddity, the barking of dogs suddenly erupted from behind him.
Two Chinese rural dogs erged from the bushes, reverting to their feral natures, their mouths bloody, clearly having devoured so living creature.
Ye Tian was shocked to see, hanging from the dogs’ mouths, a human hand with a ring on the index finger.
The vicious dogs, as ferocious as their ancestors, charged at Ye Tian like hungry wolves from the jungle, devoid of any dostic loyalty.
With a swift kick, Ye Tian sent the ferocious dogs flying into the steel machinery, their brains splattering instantly upon impact, killing them.
The human hand fell from the dog’s mouth.
Ye Tian frowned, noting the fresh blood that hadn’t yet congealed, indicating the person might have just died recently.
“A murder to silence soone!
This is bad!”
Suddenly anticipating sothing, a cold glint flashed in his eyes.
He transford into a swift arrow off the string, charging in the direction from which the dogs had co.
Rushing through the long wild grass, he quickly arrived at an abandoned workshop, where surprised crows fluttered ominously, blocking the sun.
Before Ye Tian even entered, he could sll the thick stench of blood.
With a growing sense of dread, he pushed open the iron door of the workshop, and was imdiately hit by an overwhelming odor of blood.
Covering his nose and mouth, he was startled by the horrific sight before him.
On the cold concrete floor lay body after body, a sea of corpses!
Starving crows pecked at the flesh, roughly a hundred people in total.
The blood on the ground had just dried, the bodies not fully decomposed, hard for the crows to pierce.
The deaths were extrely grueso, facial features all distorted, lips cracked, save for one man who was hanging, hands severed, unlike the others who showed no wounds.
Ye Tian quickly recognized that this man hanging in mid-air, whose hand was severed, was the owner of the detached hand.
The others bore only a single fla tattoo on their left shoulders, while this man had two—within the Fire Virtue Gang, the more fla tattoos one had, the higher their rank.
If his guess was right, this hanged man would be the gang leader.
But his identity was no longer important, for he was already dead, and dead n tell no tales.
Ye Tian had intended to pry open his mouth personally to learn the whereabouts of the king of hell.
Alas, it was too late.
Out of nowhere, Ye Tian found a barrel of gasoline, which he poured over the mountain of corpses, then struck a match, setting it all ablaze in a fierce inferno engulfing the bodies within the workshop.
Suddenly, sothing in the fire caught Ye Tian’s eye.
With a light tap of his toes, he flew into the inferno, and when he ca out, he held a chain in his hand.
This chain was unremarkable, neither gold nor silver, adorned with a skull pendant with eerily hollow eye sockets—nothing else about it was special, but to Ye Tian, it signified sothing different.
“King of Hell, I knew it had to be you,” he murmured.
This skull necklace was no ordinary item, but a signature of the King of Hell, who had an unwritten habit.
Every ti he killed, he would leave behind a skull chain, symbolizing the locking of the victim’s soul, ensuring that even if they beca a spirit, they could not escape his shackles, eternally enslaved to him for generations.
Moreover, Ye Tian soon noticed a mocking, toothy, grinning smile left on the wall.
No need to ask—it was definitely the King of Hell’s doing.
He must have known that Ye Tian would find this place, leaving this taunting ghostly smile just to disgust him.
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