It was a shiver coming from the depths of the soul.
They could even clearly perceive that each breath of the opponent was triggering the energy flow around them.
This oppressive feeling made them feel imnsely suffocated.
Just like the most instinctive stress reaction when encountering a Predator.
Every cell in the body scread and trembled, conveying one ssage: This is not human (or star class), not even biological, but a humanoid manifestation of so unknown terrifying existence.
The prosthetic eye of the Wild Wolf Gang leader rotated at this mont.
The numbers used to detect energy fluctuations soared continuously when focusing on this figure.
Ultimately settling at: ???.
This ant that the energy aura radiating from the opponent had exceeded what could be detected.
"Had enough noise?"
The mysterious figure’s low voice instantly overshadowed the rain outside and distant sporadic gunshots.
He slowly straightened, his gaze sweeping over the negotiation plans on the table.
Above was a map crisscrossed with lines marking the division of territories.
The Scorpion Gang leader instinctively reached for the steel knife at his waist, but his wrist suddenly numbed, realizing his hand was firmly pressed by the Wild Wolf Gang leader nearby:
"Don’t try to die."
A rasping electronic growl sounded.
At this ti, the Wild Wolf Gang leader looked at Wei Shan with eyes full of terror.
If the Scorpion Gang leader sought death, it was fine, but it could likely implicate him too.
The opponent’s Life Strength could effortlessly crush them like ants.
At this mont, Wei Shan raised his hand and hooked it.
Spiritual power converted into Telekinesis, snatching the steel knife from the waist of the Scorpion Gang leader into his hand.
After weighing the steel knife a couple of tis, he gently tapped the blade with his fingertip.
Under Telekinesis compression, the shining steel knife lted like butter, dripping onto the ground and forming a pool of molten iron.
Amidst the incredulous expressions of the Eight Great Gangs leaders, Wei Shan calmly stood up.
He then pointed to the East District on the map, the facility contested in this negotiation.
"From today onwards, the East District Waterworks is mine."
As soon as the words fell, the chanical prosthetic limb of the Gear Gang leader suddenly lifted, darting straight for Wei Shan’s temple, yet it froze half a ter away from his face.
Wei Shan slowly turned his head, his gaze landing on the exposed chanical spine of the Gear Gang leader.
Suddenly, the spine emitted unbearable creaking sounds, several joints recessed inward, tugging at nerves, causing the Gear Gang leader to scream shrill cries.
"Trying to fight?"
Wei Shan chuckled softly, the shadows behind him roiled like boiling water, dozens of ghostly blue eyes lit up consecutively in the Darkness.
These were Evil Life condensed from the Life Soul Characteristic of Fear, with an aura as tangible as Ice Cones, piercing the souls of everyone present into a shiver of terror.
"Then... let’s kill a chicken to scare the monkeys."
Saying that, Wei Shan’s spread fingers slowly clenched.
The leader of Gear Gang continued struggling under the binding of Telekinesis, just about to trigger backup Energy Source to break free, only to find his chanical prosthetics starting to collapse inward too.
The alloy shell crumpled like paper, revealing the entangled wires inside.
Soon, the wires ca alive, like venomous snakes, coiling around his neck, choking him into a "ho ho" suffocation sound.
Telekinesis acted like an invisible giant hand, gripping the body of the Gear Gang leader from all sides.
Screws at the alloy joints shattered like exploding beans, the once smooth tal surface instantly covered in web-like cracks.
"No... don’t."
His chanical throat was compressed by Telekinesis, his voice turned to a screech.
Faced with pleas, Wei Shan showed no empathy.
Killing scum doesn’t incur any emotional burden.
As for scenes being too bloody, it isn’t a concern at all.
What hasn’t he witnessed at Ah Le Training Camp?
Telekinesis was slowly unleashed, intending to use this thod to intimidate these villains.
Under the watchful terror of the other seven gang leaders, the organs and chanical parts within the chest cavity of the Gear Gang leader fiercely rubbed, ribs bent inwardly under imnse force, with each visceral snap audibly crisp.
The gears implanted within turned into the cruelest instrunts of torture.
Amid pressure from Telekinesis, they crazily reversed, the serrated edges scraping the viscera, blood mixing with oil overflowed from the Gear Gang leader’s mouth, pooling into black and red streams on the ground.
Wei Shan’s fingers tightened slightly, Telekinesis suddenly intensified.
The Gear Gang leader’s body felt squeezed into an invisible hydraulic press, starting to collapse inward, eyeballs squeezed out of their sockets, currents sparked from the rear neck chanical interface, precise gears turned to tal powder, mixed with fragnting bones and flesh bits sprayed from the skin’s cracks, splattering onto the negotiation table.
A mont later, the once arrogant Gear Gang leader was compressed into an irregularly shaped tal block the size of a basketball.
Throughout this, Challenger Tips echoed continually in Wei Shan’s mind.
The fear from the seven gang leaders yielded him 349 Shock Value, which continued to accrue.
Wei Shan nodded in satisfaction, then raised his palm again, pointing at the map on the negotiating table, circling his finger around the entire map.
"As I said, including Energy Stations, Food Base, Weapon Modification Projects... also belong to ."
After speaking, he approached the windowsill, pushing open the already decayed wooden door, raindrops halted by an invisible barrier outside.
The ruins of New Cassini sprawled behind him, flags of the Eight Great Gangs fluttered in the wind and rain, yet at his raised hand, they collectively broke flagpoles, collapsing toward the clock tower, like vassals surrendering.
"From now on, the rules of this city, I make them."
Speaking, Wei Shan turned around, his black trench coat carved a sharp arc behind:
"From now on, whichever of you seven listens, gets a al, and those who don’t..."
Wei Shan’s gaze fell on the irregular tal block on the ground:
"Will face a worse fate, for I have ten thousand ways to let you experience living worse than death."
The flickering fla on the oil lamp reflected in Wei Shan’s eyes, the cold seeping into the seven gang leaders’ marrow at his words, with undisguisable fear in their eyes toward Wei Shan.
They had understood, the Purgatory illusion just experienced, was rely a casual sketch of Purgatory by the opponent.
And the person holding the pen was now announcing in a graceful yet indisputable manner, his dominance over this city henceforth.
Watching the black cloak with red patterns snap loudly in the night breeze, the pressure Wei Shan brought made the seven gang leaders dare not rebel.
No longer dare to rabidly vent dissatisfaction as during negotiation earlier.
"By the way, from today, this city is renad: City of Fear."
Finishing his sentence, Wei Shan’s gaze swept over the remaining seven gang leaders, baring white teeth:
"I’m finished... now, who agrees? Who disagrees?"
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