Night in the Brooklyn District, New York. On the second floor of a large villa spanning several hundred square meters, a man in his forties or fifties with brown hair lay comfortably on a sofa, completely relaxed, enjoying the automated service of a blonde woman.
They weren't alone in the room. Four bodyguards stood to the side, fully armed, their eyes fixed forward as they performed their guard duties.
As the leader of the Anti-Gang, Brown Roderick had finally clawed his way to this position. Naturally, he had to cherish his little life. So, even in such private moments, he had to be cautious, fearing he wouldn't live to a ripe old age.
The bodyguards beside him were all hired at a high price after retiring from the military. Each was a muscular man capable of taking on three opponents bare-handed, equipped with bulletproof vests and handguns to ensure no one could threaten his life.
Standing respectfully before Brown Roderick was a man with a face full of flesh; this was his second-in-command.
"Aren't the AK Party being a bit restless lately?" Brown asked his second-in-command casually.
"They have been conflicting with us in business recently, and their methods aren't very clean. Three or four of our men have already been sent to the hospital," the second-in-command explained.
"Damn, they promised to develop the underground drug business together, but lately, they've gotten greedier. Looks like I'll have to have a showdown with them." Brown said, but the bodyguard beside him stepped in front of him.
"What's going on? Why are you all so tense all of a sudden?" Brown wondered, but then he heard a somewhat heavy footstep gradually getting louder in his ear; someone was coming upstairs.
Where are the bodyguards downstairs? Why didn't they stop him? Brown thought with some alarm.
This sudden change brought Brown back to his senses, and the blonde woman in front of him also got up in fear and huddled in Brown's arms.
"Thump! Thump! Thump!"
The sound of heavy footsteps entered Brown's ears, and the bodyguard also raised his pistol alertly, aiming at the stairs. Soon, a head appeared from the stairs without any cover.
Brown widened his eyes, looking through the bodyguard's figure at the head of the person coming up, and a trace of fear came over him.
What kind of face was that? It was as if it had been burned by fire, even the hair was gone, and the entire face was full of scars, with no intact skin, making it impossible to see the original appearance.
Only a pair of pitch-black eyes stared fixedly at them, like a demon emerging from hell.
The moment the man's appearance was revealed, a piercing scream erupted from the blonde woman in Brown's arms.
As if triggered by a signal, the four bodyguards, who had been on high alert, fired their pistols almost simultaneously, aiming at the man's exposed head.
Bang!
The bullets fired simultaneously, hitting the man from four directions. But the next moment, they were blocked by a heavy iron door. In Brown's sight, his nearly one-ton stainless steel bulletproof door had been removed at some point and was now being held by the man to shield himself.
No wonder the footsteps sounded so heavy earlier. How could it not be heavy carrying a huge door?
The man raised the iron door in his hand and continued to slowly walk up the stairs. During this time, the bodyguards' bullets kept coming, but none of them could penetrate the door's defense.
"Who are you? Let's talk this out." Brown, at this point, tossed the blonde woman aside, backed away, and tried to communicate.
In response, the next moment, the man directly grabbed the iron door and threw it as a hidden weapon with terrifying brute force.
Boom.
The unstoppable iron gate, carrying terrifying momentum, slammed directly into the two bodyguards who were firing, and after a muffled impact, it continued to press down on Brown, instantly killing all three of them.
As for the other assistant and the two bodyguards, they all had a fruit knife piercing their skulls, silently falling to the ground, their breaths extinguished.
Judging from the brand marked on the end of the knife handle, this fruit knife was still taken from their home.
From the man's appearance to the death of the six people, the entire process took less than five seconds.
The blonde woman, a plaything, and the only survivor, was terrified, huddling in the corner, not daring to make a sound.
Waiting for her was the man's finally opening his mouth, his voice hoarse: "Don't worry, I don't kill innocent people who don't resist, get out."
After saying that, the blonde woman finally dared to look up, only to see the man was using the blood of the dead to draw a giant S-shaped bloodstain on the ground, just like some kind of cult ritual.
After doing this, the man, as he said, didn't look at her again, and like when he came, silently walked down the stairs and disappeared into the villa.
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Name: Bai Ye
Lifespan: 18/500 Strength: 1.6 + 0.2 Constitution: 1.6 + 0.2 Spirit: 1.6 + Charm: 0.3 + Unused Attribute Points: 0.2 ...
Description: When the sum of attributes exceeds 6 points, Talent 2 [Strong One's Leisure] activates, Unused Attribute Points +0.1. You used sulfuric acid to damage the epidermis of your head and hands. Total recovery time: 184 minutes...
Repeated 781 times, Constitution increased by 0.1. Repeated 215 times, Spirit increased by 0.1. ...
Looking at the description on his attribute panel, Bai Ye, who had just killed someone and walked out of the villa, scratched the burned skin on his face that had been damaged.
The process of regrowing after disfiguring himself with sulfuric acid was incredibly itchy for him.
That's right, sulfuric acid disfigurement. After Bai Ye had quietly returned home, the sulfuric acid he was after was for disfiguring his own appearance.
Only after completely altering his appearance and fingerprints could he prevent anyone from linking the killer of the gangs to himself.
Before this, Bai Ye had already conducted some experiments on his body and successfully understood what it meant to have a constitution of 1.5. It was a leap in the level of life.
If the constitution before 1.5 could only be considered as someone with a strong recovery ability, then after reaching 1.5, Bai Ye could be considered as Tomie, who could not self-split.
As long as the injury didn't kill him on the spot, given enough time, he could slowly recover to his original state through eating, even if he was cut in half, given enough time, he could grow his lower body again.
The above were reasonable inferences that Bai Ye drew after a series of tests that destroyed his body.
And as described on the panel, Bai Ye, at this moment, only needed three hours to restore his face, which was disfigured by sulfuric acid, to its normal appearance, and his charm would return to the normal state of 1.4, even his hair could grow again.
Tonight was the first step for Bai Ye to kill Uncle Li, to first kill a gang leader to offer as a sacrifice, and to create an image in the minds of others of a vengeful evil god, unrelated to himself, with a disfigured face, filled with hatred towards the underworld.
(End of this chapter)