Chapter Forty-Five: The Left Hand of God! [Part Three] The third chapter is delivered, now for the fourth chapter, folks. We haven't even hit 40 monthly tickets yet, >﹏< I beg for a monthly ticket!

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The voice spoke Russian, but thanks to the translation software in Ye Chen and the others' communicators, understanding it wasn't difficult. Ye Chen glanced over and saw three middle-aged men speaking. They had slightly curly hair, their leather armor was stained with blood, frayed at the edges, and on their chests was an armband-shaped insignia. Ye Chen noted the design of the insignia and frowned slightly, thinking, "The 'Left Hand of God' Guild? I didn't expect such a major guild to be in this base city too." The Left Hand of God Guild was also immensely famous in his previous life. Its branches were spread across the globe, controlling the economies of two or three second-tier base cities. Its power was no less than the Blue Mountain Guild, perhaps even slightly stronger.

"What did you say?" Bailong heard what the three middle-aged men said, and the smile slowly faded from his face. Under the after-effects of slaughter, the volatile killing factors within him began to stir. He stared at the three men, murderous intent flickering faintly in his eyes. "Say that again." Ye Chen stood nearby and did not intervene. Wutsang saw the insignia on the chests of the three men and his expression shifted slightly. He quietly tugged Ye Chen's sleeve and whispered, "Benefactor, these three are all members of the Left Hand of God Guild. This guild is the absolute top tier in the base city. We..." Ye Chen waved his hand without speaking. Wutsang’s words caught in his throat. He secretly glanced at Ye Chen, seeing his expression calm and unchanged. Then he looked at Mo Feng, Ye Zhu, and the others nearby, noticing their detached expressions, completely unconcerned, and couldn't help but offer a wry, internal smile.

The three men paused, looking at Bailong, who seemed ready to fight, their expressions strange. They exchanged glances and suddenly burst into loud laughter. One of the knife-wielding men clutched his stomach, laughing, "Little punk, you aren't convinced? Come and fight me, go on, hit me! Haha..." He looked at Bailong with utter contempt. In the early days of the apocalypse, during the first and second months of the Dark Calendar, he had seen plenty of young men full of vigor like this—the kind who puffed out their chests in front of beautiful women or glared fiercely over an insult. But ultimately, they all died under his blade in sheer terror. By the fourth or fifth month of the Dark Calendar, after enduring several months of post-apocalyptic life, the arrogance in many people's hearts had been worn smooth. Without strength, even if someone spat on their face, they wouldn't resist, instead smiling and flattering, "That was a great spit, truly fragrant." They just buried the hatred deep inside, transforming it into the fuel for becoming stronger. And now, it was the seventh, almost the eighth month of the Dark Calendar. To still see such an idiot made him sigh internally.

Passersby glanced at Bailong, their expressions indifferent. A few busybodies stopped to the side, pointing and gossiping. "Look, that idiot actually thought he was so high and mighty." "Judging by his look, he seems like some country bumpkin from China." "He'll be begging for mercy after getting beaten soon enough. It's a miracle someone like that has survived this long."

Bailong's eyes filled with intense killing intent as he stared at the middle-aged man, his voice frigid, "You said..." He took a step, causing the ground to crack beneath him, and his figure shot forward like an afterimage, arriving before the three men. His nose was nearly touching the speaker’s. The contempt on the middle-aged man's face instantly solidified. His eyes widened as he saw the frenzied killing intent in Bailong's gaze, and a glimmer of panic surfaced. His usually swift combat saber hadn't even been drawn— Bang The man's head exploded like a balloon, spraying blood everywhere, splashing across Bailong’s face, making him look ferocious. Swish Bailong dropped the corpse and his body moved again, flashing before the second middle-aged man. With the latter’s terrified gaze fixed upon him, Bailong blasted his head apart. Then, shifting his footing, he moved to the third man, extending a hand to grip his throat, forcibly lifting the nearly two-meter-tall body into the air. This entire sequence happened in the blink of an eye. Except for Ye Chen and his group, everyone around was too physically weak to see clearly; they only saw a blur, followed by two headless corpses staggering and collapsing, and the final man held aloft by Bailong.

Silence. The expressions of those who had been mocking and those who had been indifferent froze on their faces. They stared in utter shock at the handsome man with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, finding it impossible to believe he could instantly kill two strong opponents. Most terrifyingly, no one present had even seen how he attacked. The Wutsang brothers, standing behind Ye Chen, were dumbfounded. They stared at Bailong’s lean figure, secretly awed that this youth, who had kept such a low profile throughout their journey, possessed such terrifying strength. Ye Chen and the others remained calm, not overly surprised; in fact, they found it only natural.

"P-please..." The man held by Bailong struggled desperately, kicking his legs, his face turning a sickly purple, ugly as pig liver. Bailong, filled with killing intent, let out a sinister grin and tightened his grip— Crack The sound of breaking bone echoed throughout the area, making the skin of many crawl and break out in goosebumps. Bailong tossed the body away like trash, then turned his gaze toward the surrounding crowd. His eyes were icy, and everyone quickly lowered their heads, daring not to meet his gaze.

Seeing the trouble resolved, Ye Chen said calmly, "Let's go." He turned and led the way. Bailong wiped the blood from his face, his killing intent receding slightly, and flashed to stand behind Ye Chen. With Ye Chen in the lead, they headed toward the city gate. The onlookers were momentarily stunned, staring blankly at Ye Chen’s retreating figure. Such a powerful man was following behind this man in black? Could the latter possibly be even stronger?

At the city gate, several guards saw Ye Chen’s group approaching. For some unknown reason, they felt the air turn noticeably colder. The squad leader nervously stepped forward before them, stammering, "Please, please show your..." "Show your sister's!" Before the guard could finish speaking, Yue Heng grabbed the man by the collar and flung him aside with arrogant bravado. The surrounding crowd was aghast. Ye Chen didn't slow his pace, walking straight into the city, ignoring the wary stares of the surrounding guards. The Wutsang brothers turned pale; such an act of forcibly entering the city was something they wouldn't even dare to dream of.

"Quick, quickly contact headquarters!" A guard hiding in a corner of the wall muttered into a crude communicator, keeping his voice low. "What are you doing?" Zhuge Fan's voice sounded like a phantom right behind the guard, startling him so much he almost dropped the communicator. He turned his head in terror to see Zhuge Fan's harmless smiling face. "I—I—" The guard tried desperately to explain, his smile uglier than tears. Zhuge Fan chuckled lightly. "Secretly tattling is bad behavior, you know." He reached out, pinched the guard's throat, easily snatched the communicator, and tossed the man's body into the distance. He hit the ground hard, bleeding profusely, but fortunately, he wasn't killed instantly. The onlookers watched Ye Chen's group act with such impunity and were gripped by fear. A group of devils.

Zhuge Fan handed the communicator back to Ye Chen, chuckling, "It seems this has escalated a bit." The onlookers nearly spat blood. If he knew it had escalated, why was he still smiling? Ye Chen casually took the device, held it to his ear, and soon heard a rough voice roaring on the other end, "Answer immediately! What happened? Answer!" "Hello?" Ye Chen’s voice was mild. The roaring suddenly stopped. A moment later, the voice responded, barely suppressing his anger, "Who is this?" Ye Chen’s voice, richly magnetic, replied, "I am the person they mentioned earlier causing trouble. I'm at the city gate right now. We've already killed several people, and if anyone else doesn't know when to quit, there might be more bloodshed. So, if you're coming, hurry up." His tone was as relaxed as if he were chatting with a girlfriend. The crowd nearby gasped in astonishment.

The voice on the other end gritted his teeth, "You, you shouldn't be so arrogant! No matter who you are, provoking the base city directly is a foolish move!" He was beginning to suspect Ye Chen was no ordinary person. "Oh," Ye Chen replied. The line fell silent for a moment, but hearing nothing further, the voice was almost driven mad with rage. "You just wait, I'm bringing the army over immediately!" Ye Chen nodded. "I forgot to introduce myself. I am a member of the Blue Mountain Guild." "The Blue Mountain Guild?" The voice on the other end paused, then fell silent for a moment before saying in a low tone, "May I ask if you are an instructor or a hall master of the Blue Mountain Guild? Why are you causing such a ruckus inside the base city?" A slight curve appeared on Ye Chen’s lips. He replied casually, "The gate guards saw my friend instantly kill several men, yet they still demanded that I show my entry pass. They clearly have no respect for me." Arrogant. The voice on the other end was silent for a beat, then his tone softened considerably. "I see. Since it was a misunderstanding, let's drop the matter here. I will notify the gate guards and tell them to cease any aggression toward you." Ye Chen said flatly, "It doesn't matter if they stop attacking or not. I don't mind taking a few more lives." "..." The other side fell silent briefly, then slowly said, "This was our mistake. We will certainly visit your guild headquarters in person another day to apologize with gifts." "Mm," Ye Chen nodded as a matter of course, then ended the communication. Some of the physically stronger people who had overheard the conversation on the communicator were left wide-eyed and slack-jawed. What kind of situation was this? People were killed, and now the city had to bring gifts to apologize?

Bailong walked over to Ye Chen, curious. "When did we become members of that Blue Mountain Guild?" "You'll know soon enough," Ye Chen said, offering no further explanation. His eyes gleamed slightly. From the final exchange on the communicator, he had gained an understanding of the Blue Mountain Guild's status in this base city—it was so esteemed that they could demand an apology from the city authorities after committing murder. That was not something an ordinary guild could achieve. It seems quite good. Worth becoming the Brightness Branch I establish in Russia, Ye Chen smiled internally. If anyone knew his thoughts, they would be terrified, because from the moment Bailong killed those three members of the Left Hand of God Guild, it had already fallen into Ye Chen’s plan. This was why he hadn't stopped Bailong, Yue Heng, or the others.

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