The light in the room was dim, and the air was filled with a strange and pungent scent, like a heavily made-up woman trying to arouse your desire.
Through the ambiguous light, one could see a circle of sofas in the center of the room, with men and women sitting together, drinking and making merry. Occasionally, a few loud, arrogant laughs would ring out.
No one noticed Xue An’s arrival. In the minds of these people, they had always bullied others and never thought anyone would dare to e to them intentionally.
So at this moment, they were very relaxed, fortably enjoying this decadent and joyous life.
"Hey, that little guy in the town yesterday looked really good! Boss, I could hardly control myself. Let’s go find him later!" At this moment, a bald brute said with a sinister smile.
His words drew a burst of laughter.
A few men shouted in agreement.
"Yeah, boss! You should have seen the aggrieved look on his face when I cut that little guy’s tendons; he wanted to cry but didn’t dare to. Just thinking about it excites me!"
"Hehe, and that little guy was really lucky to find such high-quality gears in the junkyard, which can even be used as alchemy materials!"
"Bullshit, can you call that his luck? It should be said that our boss was lucky! Just in time for the trade fair, he managed to get such a treasure!" another man retorted.
Corpet sat in the middle of the sofa, and after hearing these words, he revealed a smug smile.
His figure was extremely burly, even when sitting, he seemed like a mountain of flesh.
At this moment, he was indeed very pleased with himself.
Because the gear they robbed from the town was indeed very valuable, coinciding with the trade fair, if he could buy some high-quality enhancers or potions, his strength could improve even further.
In this world, strength means everything.
Fine wine, women, everything relies on force to acquire.
So naturally, he felt overjoyed.
Additionally, his subordinate’s suggestion brought back memories of that pretty young face, further igniting a fire in Corpet’s heart.
But just as he was about to speak, suddenly!
The lights in the room were turned on.
The glaring light made those accustomed to darkness extremely unfortable.
"What the hell? Who turned on the lights? Turn it off now!" someone shouted in anger.
Just at this moment, a calm voice entered everyone’s ears in the room.
"Mr. Corpet, it’s a pleasure to meet you again!"
Upon hearing this, everyone in the room, including Corpet, was dumbfounded.
Because this voice sounded quite familiar.
And when they looked up, they saw Xue An standing in the shadow of the doorway.
At this moment, the previously tense atmosphere caused by the sudden change dissipated instantly.
Corpet and the others exchanged glances, then burst into laughter in unison.
"Damn, scared me! I thought it was an enemy here for revenge!" someone cursed.
The bald brute who had previously ogled Andrew even let out a creepy laugh, "Yo, I was wondering who it was, turns out it’s you, little girl! What? Got bored and decided to throw yourself at us?"
When he said the words "little girl," the bald brute deliberately emphasized them with a mocking tone.
But just as he finished speaking, Xue An raised an eyebrow slightly, and a flash of light appeared in his eyes.
A sharp blade silently appeared in front of the bald brute, then casually sliced through.
Pop!
The bald brute’s head flew up like a soccer ball, blood spurted out like a fountain, splattering everywhere.
The heavy smell of blood, and this sudden act of violence, left everyone in shock.
At this moment, Xue An stepped to a chair, sat down slowly, and revealed a faint smile.
"Mr. Corpet, I think we can have a good talk now, don’t you think?"
Corpet’s face instantly turned ashen, his cold eyes staring at Xue An like a venomous snake.
"Andrew, I never thought we’d be so wrong about you; you’re actually a master! But what do you want to talk about with me?"
"It’s simple! Return what you stole, and then tell me about the trade fair you were just discussing," Xue An said casually.
These words left Corpet and others stunned, then they exchanged glances, revealing ferocious looks on their faces.
"Andrew, do you know what you’re doing?" someone sneered.
Corpet, however, looked calmly at Xue An and said sinisterly, "Alright! I can do as you say, but then what?"
"Then what?" Xue An leaned back on the leather sofa, stretching fortably.
"Haha, will my men just die for nothing?" Corpet’s eyes were filled with increasing killing intent, his left hand, only transformed into mechanical with alchemy at great expense, gradually clenched into a fist.
"Oh, I understand!" Xue An nodded, "I promise you, as long as you all do as told, then I can let you die with dignity, how about that?"
Boom!
The entire room erupted in chaos.
Corpet was furious, "You bastard...!"
But before he could finish his words, he felt a blur before his eyes, and saw that Xue An, who had been sitting on the chair, was now standing before him, looking down at him.
The mocking gaze filled Corpet with cold dread because he had only seen such a gaze in those high-level alchemists.
It was the disdain of a superior for an inferior.
But immediately, he felt immense humiliation and fury.
After all, this young man had been the target of his bullying yesterday, and now suddenly being like this, he naturally couldn’t submit.
So he was burning with rage, and in his chest, that mechanical heart transformed by alchemy was working at full capacity, instantly bursting with immense energy.
This energy surged into his mechanical left hand, causing his left fist to clench tightly, electricity flickering, and then he punched towards Xue An standing before him.
The force contained in this punch was so strong, it felt like a fighter jet was ing at full speed, causing a whirlwind to rise inside the whole room.
But facing such an attack, the young man seemed pletely unfazed, standing still without any reaction.
Seeing this, Corpet couldn’t help but reveal a smug smirk, his eyes filled with cruelty and excitement.
He had already pictured the scene of this young man being shattered by his punch, then exploding like a broken can of meat.
This made him tremble with excitement.
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