Hua Shanfei’s subordinates were nothing more than street thugs, completely lacking in formal training, relying solely on their inherent brutishness in a fight. If they gained the upper hand, they were formidable, but once disadvantaged, they crumbled like a house of cards. Just like this Xiao Ning, after taking several heavy kicks from Fang Senyan, immediately lost the will to fight amidst the pain, whimpering and crawling as he tried to flee, only to be caught from behind by Fang Senyan, who ruthlessly swung his iron bar down hard onto the back of his skull!

“This is for San Zai,” Fang Senyan said coldly.

Xiao Ning’s expression instantly froze, then his body pitched forward, collapsed, went limp, convulsed, and life rapidly fled his frame.

Fang Senyan’s eyes were frigid; he licked his bloodthirsty lips and walked out with a sneer. He had seen all of Sha Biao’s prior arrangements, meaning there were now only two enemies left in the entire building! As Fang Senyan strode forward, his solid, powerful muscles rippled beneath his torn, tight vest, involuntarily evoking the image of a vicious leopard patrolling its territory!

Sha Biao and another man collided with Fang Senyan at the entrance to a workshop.

Or perhaps more accurately, Fang Senyan waylaid them at the workshop entrance.

Although Sha Biao’s name contained the character for 'foolish' (sha), he was anything but stupid; 'foolish' was merely a façade. When he saw the blood smeared on the veins of the weapon Fang Senyan carried, complete with sparse strands of black hair clinging to it, he knew that Beer Hua and Xiao Ning were likely beyond help. What chilled Sha Biao even more was that despite rumors of Fang Senyan having a gunshot wound in his abdomen, looking at the man’s coldly formidable physique, not even half a scrap of skin seemed broken—how could he possibly be injured?

“Playing the pig to eat the tiger?” The phrase involuntarily surfaced in Sha Biao’s mind. But he couldn't fathom Fang Senyan's objective! Furthermore, looking back now, this entire day felt like a massive conspiracy from start to finish. With Fang Senyan’s cunning and skill, he could arguably stand among the elite tier of the underworld. How could such a man be content serving as a deckhand on a derelict fishing boat?

Many apprehensive thoughts flashed through Sha Biao’s mind, but Fang Senyan was determined to finish this quickly and wouldn't let the opportunity slip by. He took a silent step forward and swept the steel pipe directly at them! The dark, bloodstained pipe produced a dull whum sound as it cut through the air, indicating the immense force behind the blow.

The man accompanying Sha Biao was clearly his confidant. Despite being nicknamed Ruan Fan Kai (Soft Rice Kai), he was actually a ruthless individual. Seeing Fang Senyan attack, he unhesitatingly swung the steel pipe in his hand to block. He hadn't expected that the impact would send a numbing shock straight up to his palm, but Fang Senyan pressed his advantage with maniacal fury, continuing to slam the pipe down relentlessly, like a sudden squall!

With a rapid succession of clangs—dang dang dang dang—Fang Senyan unleashed a senseless torrent of blows that struck everywhere, genuinely instilling fear in the usually hard-hearted Ruan Fan Kai. He was gripping the pipe with both hands, yet both hands were already numb, and he was now only defending based on pure instinct. Suddenly, Fang Senyan brought the pipe down in a powerful overhead smash! The wind whistled sharply, followed by a sharp clanging sound. Ruan Fan Kai cried out in pain; the web between his thumb and forefinger, where he gripped the pipe, was bleeding profusely. However, the iron pipe in Fang Senyan’s hand snapped in two where it had rusted!

In any fight, surprises—what people call variables—often occur. No one can predict when a variable will strike or vanish, but those who can seize the moment and convert the variable into an advantage are often the ones who achieve ultimate victory. Therefore, if Ruan Fan Kai had seized this perfect opportunity to counterattack, he might actually have pulled off an upset. But Fang Senyan gave him absolutely no chance to catch his breath. He casually flung the broken half of the iron pipe, then took a heavy step forward!

The timing of this step was exquisitely precise; it landed exactly in the split second before Ruan Fan Kai intended to attack! A grown man swinging a club cannot keep his legs tightly pressed together like a woman in a miniskirt; there must be a motion of sinking the waist and advancing the step. With this forward lunge, Fang Senyan rapidly closed the distance, his right leg slotting perfectly between Ruan Fan Kai’s spread legs, reducing the space between them to virtually zero—so close they could feel each other’s breath on their faces!

Before Ruan Fan Kai could even react, Fang Senyan buried his head cleanly and swiftly! His hard forehead slammed into Ruan Fan Kai’s nose. For Fang Senyan, this maneuver was not a repeat trick, but a practiced signature move. Ruan Fan Kai let out an agonizing scream, instinctively dropping the pipe to clutch his nose, while Fang Senyan grinned with savage cruelty. His right leg, braced between Ruan Fan Kai’s thighs, tensed, curled, and drove upward with massive force!

This vicious knee strike lifted Ruan Fan Kai nearly half a meter into the air, dark red blood spraying from his mouth, his eyes nearly bulging from their sockets. The subsequent horizontal elbow strike followed immediately, connecting with a muffled thud of violent impact, sweeping his barely breathing, twisting body away. He slammed into a stack of iron railings nearby with a loud crash, then slowly slid down, leaving behind a horrific smear of bright red!

Only then did Fang Senyan turn back, wiping the spattered blood from his face. His eyes seemed to burn, yet his voice was as calm as a windless sea, quietly addressing Sha Biao behind him:

“Don’t rush. It’ll be your turn soon enough.”

Fang Senyan was not unscathed at this point. On his back were two crisscrossing wounds, each over a foot long, forming an irregular character. The edges of the gashes clearly showed flipped, bloody flesh, horribly ragged. The blood flowing from them had soaked his ragged elastic vest a deep crimson. While Fang Senyan was launching his storm-like assault on Ruan Fan Kai, Sha Biao hadn't been idle; he had been silently hacking wildly with a cleaver from behind. Fang Senyan had managed to dodge a few strikes by instinct, but he was still hit twice hard.

However, even though Fang Senyan’s passive talent, "Toughness," couldn't activate, his physical stamina, double that of an ordinary man, came into play. After the cleaver plunged two inches beneath his skin, the contracting muscles clamped down hard, preventing it from reaching vital organs and causing critical damage!

An ordinary person suffering such wounds, even if they could endure the pain, would inevitably see their performance degraded in every aspect. But Fang Senyan had been digitized; if he willed it, he could access his peak abilities with every move. This was the true reason why Contractors were far stronger than ordinary people.

Sha Biao stood three meters away, frozen, his gaze almost vacant, terrified as if he had seen a ghost in broad daylight. Indeed, it was much like that: someone he knew intimately had suddenly transformed into a war god reincarnated, channeling Bruce Lee! The disparity was too immense.

Ten minutes prior, Sha Biao was calculating how to divide the fifty thousand reward after dealing with Fang Senyan. Now, ten minutes later, Sha Biao had only one thought running through his head:

To survive.

Facing Fang Senyan’s malevolent gaze, Sha Biao felt only bitterness in his mouth and mounting coldness in his heart, filled with panic and unease like a mouse cornered by a cat. He suddenly roared, hurled the watermelon knife in his hand toward Fang Senyan, then turned and bolted! In his terror, Sha Biao’s mind held only one objective: escape downstairs first to meet up with the three lookouts!

Facing the flying cleaver, Fang Senyan caught it directly in mid-air! Bright red blood trickled out between the fingers gripping the blade, dripping onto the floor one drop at a time. In his eyes, there was no sign of pain, only a cruel, chilling resolve. Sha Biao, desperately fleeing down the stairs, had just reached the third floor when he felt a massive shadow accompanied by a rushing wind hurtling down from above. Sha Biao shrieked in terror and instinctively dodged backward, immediately feeling something warm splash onto his face. He touched it and realized it was drops of blood! What had been thrown down was Ruan Fan Kai’s twisted corpse!

With that delay, Fang Senyan crashed through the stair railing and leaped down, blocking Sha Biao’s path, then slowly stood up straight. His movements were slow, steady, yet gave the impression of flawless, infallible precision. Sha Biao was trembling all over and finally collapsed onto the ground, weeping loudly:

“Brother Yan! It was Hua Shanfei who ordered us to do it, it has nothing to do with me!”

Fang Senyan advanced silently, giving the impression of a mountain shrouded in the deepening twilight. Seeing Fang Senyan’s feet stop right in front of him, the limp, prostrate Sha Biao’s eyes suddenly flashed with viciousness. He reached out his right hand to grab Fang Senyan’s left foot while his left hand fumbled for the switchblade in his pocket. Clearly, he intended to pull Fang Senyan off balance and stab him once he fell, but Fang Senyan swiftly raised his left foot and stomped down with incredible speed!

“Ah!!!” Sha Biao’s piercing scream echoed. Fang Senyan had put his full strength into that stomp. As they say, pain in the toes connects to the heart; Sha Biao’s right hand fingers were nearly crushed flat, mangled flesh and blood exposing the stark white bone beneath. No wonder he couldn't stifle the agonizing cry. Fang Senyan was already behind him, placing his foot on his spine, bending down to yank his hair and force his face up, then leaning close to his ear, he whispered coldly, word by chilling word:

“The fingers of Fourth Uncle Da, you cut them off one by one yourself, didn't you?”

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