Proceeding up the staircase.
As ti passed, the H1N1 flu virus, having undergone frenzied evolution, had silently infected everyone in the villa.
Achoo!
A man hiding behind a door with a knife in hand, exposed himself as Shen Qiang was about to approach.
With a stuffy nose and watery eyes, he was helpless in front of Shen Qiang, like a scarecrow being slaughtered.
Achoo!
A sneeze from a room he had already passed caused Shen Qiang to halt his footsteps, then he stepped back, kicked open the door and ended it with a single cut.
H1N1 flu virus.
Under normal circumstances, it would only spread within a small range.
The virus itself was not very potent.
Even after frenzied evolution, it would be impossible for it to cause human death in an extrely short amount of ti.
But even so.
Symptoms like sneezes, coughs, high fever, itchy throat, and congestion in the corner of the eyes, had already made it impossible for them to hide anywhere.
Because whether it was a sneeze or a cough, they could not resist at all.
Shen Qiang's indifferent eyes moved from room to room, cleaning up.
Luxuriously dressed with a fat head and big ears, people who looked radiant were wiped out.
Because obviously, such people were sure to be part of this cruel human trafficking ring.
Inside a room on the third floor at this mont.
A fat man listening to an upbeat song had already stripped naked, his eyes excited as he walked toward a pale woman who had fainted from crying.
Sniffling up the snot that had already started to run, the fat man's eyes were sinister as he chuckled wickedly.
At this mont.
The door was kicked open with a bang.
The fat man startled and stared in astonishnt at Shen Qiang, his eyes full of anger, and asked incredulously, "Who are you?"
Looking at the middle-aged man before him, that ugly figure.
Then glancing at the girl who had cried until she fainted, her fingers on both hands swollen and deford grotesquely.
Enraged, Shen Qiang charged toward the man in one swift motion.
The Iron Fist fueled by limitless fury, like a massive hamr, slamd into the fat man's face.
"Go to hell!"
Boom!
The man, as if hit by a train, was sent flying backward, his head bursting open like a smashed waterlon.
Bang!
The fat man fell to the floor like a lump of rotten flesh.
Shen Qiang, clenching his Iron Fist so that it crackled, turned his head and saw a pale woman looking at him with shocked eyes and a runny nose. He raised his eyebrows in anger and demanded, "Xiu Rong?"
The woman instinctively let out a cry, then fell to her knees in front of Shen Qiang, terrified, exclaiming, "Boss, I'm Xiu Rong, don't kill , I'll do whatever you want."
As she spoke, she seed to rember sothing, hurriedly bending down to lick Shen Qiang's sneakers, deliberately flaunting the seductive curves of her waist.
Shen Qiang turned away, looking at the girl's gruesoly twisted fingers from his angle, and said coldly, "Did you do this?"
Xiu Rong, who was showing off her body, quickly looked up and said, "Yes."
Then she saw the rage in Shen Qiang's eyes and imdiately corrected herself, "He forced , he forced ."
Shen Qiang was silent for a mont.
Then he took out the cara that sneaky man had handed to him.
He picked out the photo of the young flower girl.
"Do you still rember her?"
In an instant, Xiu Rong, kneeling before him, spoke with terror, "That's not my fault. She refused the money when it was offered, so it was her own doing."
Shen Qiang looked at her with an indifferent gaze.
His wrist flicked.
He took out a surgical knife made of fine steel from the storage ring and said indifferently, "I was the one she refused. She told that I was a good person and she didn't want to cheat out of my money."
Seeing the surgical knife in Shen Qiang's hand, Xiu Rong panicked. She suddenly lifted her head and said to Shen Qiang, "She's already dead, she's no use now, please don't kill , I'll be your woman."
"Look at my big chest, my big ass. I'll sleep with you, I..."
Shen Qiang looked at her coldly, the surgical knife in his hand spinning rapidly.
In a flash, Xiu Rong started to tremble in fear, urine dripping down her black stockings.
"Please, I beg you!"
Whiz!
A flash of sword light.
A white line appeared on Xiu Rong's wrist, and she frantically tried to stop the gushing blood.
But with another flash of the knife, a similar white line appeared on her other wrist.
She cried out in terror, struggling to run outside.
Then she fell to the floor with a thud, crying loudly as she clawed her way towards the door.
Shen Qiang didn't even glance at her.
Instead, he went to the side of the young girl. With True Qi circulating, it only took Shen Qiang a mont to help the little girl dress properly.
After that, Shen Qiang held the little girl's hand and, following the Bone Setting Technique from the dical Saint Inheritance, he silently channeled True Qi.
Hiss!
The girl, having co to, seed to want to cry but lacked the energy.
A smile tugged at the corners of Shen Qiang's mouth as he said softly, "Don't be afraid. You're young and heal quickly. After I set your bones, you'll recover fast."
The little girl looked at Shen Qiang with fear, apprehension, and tension. When she was certain that the warmly smiling Shen Qiang ant her no harm, she burst into tears with a loud wail.
Shen Qiang gently held her hand, True Qi at the Spiritual Movent Stage flowing through his body, doing his utmost to restore her disfigured fingers back to their original form.
Feeling warmth emanating from her hands.
The little girl gradually stopped crying. With tearful, blurry eyes, she looked at Shen Qiang and said, "It feels so nice, it doesn't hurt as much anymore."
Shen Qiang smiled again, and at that mont, Xiu Rong crawling on the floor started coughing violently. Having lost blood, she was already too weak to fight against the evolved Type B influenza.
"Save , please save , I don't want to die," Xiu Rong struggled and scread.
The little girl instinctively turned to look but was blocked by smiling Shen Qiang.
"How about I take you out of here, little sister?"
The little girl's eyes imdiately lit up.
"Yes, yes!"
Holding her, Shen Qiang smiled and glanced at Xiu Rong who had clearly entered into hemorrhagic shock, then waved his hand fiercely.
Puff!
The trembling surgical knife pierced through her sinful skull.
After that, Shen Qiang stepped onto the windowsill in a swift motion and jumped down.
In mid-air.
Amid the cold night wind and the terrifying sensation of falling, the little girl nestled in Shen Qiang's warm embrace filled with a sense of dependency and happiness.
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