Whoosh!
Zhou Cheng's gaze instantly turned sharp.
He didn't even spare a glance at the assassins surrounding him; in front of Zhou Cheng, they were all trash anyway.
He could easily deal with them with a flip of his Hand, no different from a flock of sheep.
Zhou Cheng just stared at Stick with unparalleled sharpness, his voice suddenly chilling: "What do you mean by this?"
"Today's operation is of utmost importance to me."
"Although your reputation precedes you, I still need to ensure you're truly as formidable as the rumors claim."
"Nothing else matters; everything is for business."
Stick remained expressionless and cold.
After saying these words to Zhou Cheng, he casually waved his Hand.
Rustle, rustle, rustle!
The assassins who had surrounded Zhou Cheng immediately charged towards him.
Each of them felt exactly like the emotionless ninjas of the Hand.
These assassins were also similar killing machines!
To put it bluntly,
even if Daredevil were here, this setup would definitely lead to a bitter struggle.
But for Zhou Cheng, it was just a drizzle.
Facing the group of menacing and ruthless assassins charging at him, he made no unnecessary movements.
He simply extended his right Hand, nothing more.
"Shinra Tensei!"
Buzz!
The next moment,
a massive repulsive force suddenly erupted, sweeping forward like a Hurricane.
In the blink of an eye, it struck the group of assassins with the force of thunder.
Ah, ah, ah!
Accompanied by muffled grunts,
the group of assassins each staggered, then, like fallen leaves blown by a strong wind, they all flew backward.
Bang, bang, bang!
Some crashed awkwardly against the wall, while others fell like dead dogs onto the ground.
Looking around, people were scattered everywhere; not a single one remained standing!
"What's going on?"
"What happened!"
Elektra, who had been cold and dismissive of Zhou Cheng, nearly popped her eyes out, her face filled with shock.
She simply couldn't believe her eyes.
What did she see?
That Satan merely waved his Hand and sent a dozen well-trained assassins flying from a distance!
What a joke!
How could such a thing happen!
What the hell is this Satan?
He can actually do such bizarre things?
Not just Elektra, but even Stick, who was beside Elektra, was also stunned for a moment.
Extraordinary!
Stick hadn't expected this Satan to be an extraordinary person!
Judging by his performance, he was probably no less skilled than Kunlun's Iron Fist, and perhaps even stronger!
It's settled!
Today's operation is settled!
In an instant, light shot out from Stick's completely blind eyes, hidden behind his sunglasses.
With such a powerful person taking action, Madame Gao, you are finished!
"As expected of Satan!"
Stick exclaimed in admiration, "It's truly eye-opening..."
Gah!
Stick's words abruptly stopped midway because Zhou Cheng suddenly made a grabbing motion towards Stick.
A massive force acted upon Stick, lifting him entirely into the air.
At the same time,
another powerful force gripped Stick's throat!
Crack, crack, crack!
The sound of bones being crushed by immense force immediately rang out.
Stick felt as if his neck was about to be squeezed and broken by that force.
He began to struggle under that power.
His face was covered in bulging veins, terrifyingly distorted, as if he could kick the bucket at any moment.
"Stick!"
Elektra cried out in alarm, gripping her two short blades and charging towards Zhou Cheng.
But she couldn't even get close to Zhou Cheng; he simply waved his other Hand at her.
Bang!
Elektra also flew backward, crashing hard against the wall.
She was completely disoriented and dizzy from the impact.
"If you dare to challenge my authority again, I won't be so polite!"
Zhou Cheng coldly snarled at Stick, who was suspended before him, then waved his Hand again.
Bang!
Stick also followed in the footsteps of the other assassins, crashing heavily to the ground like a dead dog.
He gasped a few times, catching his breath, then quickly got up and dusted himself off.
As if nothing had happened just now.
"Now, we can go!"
Stick merely said to Zhou Cheng as if nothing had happened.
Those who needed to be taught a lesson had been taught; Zhou Cheng wouldn't kill his employer just for a test, would he?
So he didn't say much more but set off with Stick and the others.
They arrived as quickly as possible outside an inconspicuous building located in the southeast corner of Hell's Kitchen.
Creak!
Creak!
Creak!
As soon as they got out of the car, several more vehicles appeared from both sides of the road.
A large number of assassins quickly disembarked and gathered behind Stick.
It was clear that Stick intended to make a big move this time.
He wanted to use the momentum of Satan to wipe out Madame Gao's entire nest in one go.
Zhou Cheng didn't care about this at all.
As long as it didn't hinder his actions and the U.S. dollars were in place afterward, that would be enough.
"The target is inside."
"Satan, please!"
However, Stick, that old fox, didn't intend to act immediately; he simply called out to Zhou Cheng, nothing more.
Zhou Cheng didn't mind.
He swaggered towards the entrance under the watchful eyes of Stick and the others.
He gently waved his Hand, unleashing a wave of repulsive force.
Boom!
The large door instantly shattered into pieces.
Zhou Cheng's steps did not falter, and he entered in this domineering manner.
Rustle, rustle, rustle!
It must be said.
The reaction of those ninjas was indeed impressive, very swift.
Zhou Cheng had just stepped into the spacious hall and hadn't even had time to make his next move.
From a passage ahead, a group of fully armed ninjas quickly rushed out, blocking Zhou Cheng's path.
They surrounded Zhou Cheng.
"Who are you?"
Only then did a guy who looked like a small leader step forward.
After sizing up Zhou Cheng, he asked in a deep voice.
It's worth mentioning that although the other party spoke Japanese, Zhou Cheng understood him.
Because Zhou Cheng had once received a language proficiency reward.
He knew all the languages in this World!
"Where is Madame Gao?"
"Are you going to tell me willingly, or do I have to kill her out?"
Zhou Cheng raised an eyebrow, asking in a casual tone.
He seemed to be talking about some insignificant matter.
"Capture him!"
The small leader's expression changed slightly.
Without any further nonsense, he immediately gave the order ruthlessly.
Rustle, rustle, rustle!
The ninjas obeyed the order without question, immediately raising their weapons and charging swiftly towards Zhou Cheng.