Just as Stark was pleased.
Phew!
As that group of ninjas began to move, Zhou Cheng also made his move.
With a thought, his Imperial Armament activated, and a pair of incredibly cool feathered wings immediately unfurled from his back.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
With a gentle flutter, a large number of feathers began to shoot forward wildly like hidden weapons.
The sound of sharp blades cutting through flesh immediately rang out.
It was only in the blink of an eye.
All the ninjas who had charged towards Zhou Cheng fell into pools of blood, becoming ghosts under Zhou Cheng's feathers.
Oh, no, they were ghosts under his wings.
They didn't even have time to react.
Without even sparing a glance at the scattered corpses on the ground, Zhou Cheng continued to stride forward, heading deeper into the Base's core.
He literally carved out a path of blood.
He didn't know how many corpses were left on this bloody path before he finally fought his way out and found Madame Gao.
Madame Gao, leading a group of Hand ninjas, had Zhou Cheng surrounded in a spacious hall.
Her face looked incredibly grim.
"I never expected the infamous Satan to visit my humble abode."
"But even Satan has no right to cause trouble here!"
"Last chance!"
"Surrender, or become a ghost here!"
Madame Gao, with a murderous look, stared intently at Zhou Cheng and growled.
"Nonsense!"
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
Before her words had even finished, Zhou Cheng flapped his wings again, shooting a volley of feathers towards Madame Gao.
"Hmph!"
Madame Gao certainly had some skills.
In that fleeting moment, she suddenly flipped her Hand and unleashed a palm strike, producing a powerful wave of energy.
She actually managed to deflect all the feathers Zhou Cheng had shot out.
Not only that.
The residual shockwaves remained, and after neutralizing Zhou Cheng's feathers, they continued to strike towards Zhou Cheng.
Amazing!
As expected of one of the Hand's five fingers, she truly was formidable!
Zhou Cheng couldn't help but secretly praise her in his heart.
However, praise was praise, but it didn't change the fact that Madame Gao's Qigong was like showing off in front of Zhou Cheng.
Phew!
At that moment, Zhou Cheng also moved, striking out a palm towards Madame Gao from a distance.
Shinra Tensei!
That immense repulsive force suddenly erupted, effortlessly scattering Madame Gao's energy wave.
"Not good!"
Madame Gao's expression immediately changed.
Before she could even react, she was directly struck by Zhou Cheng's Shinra Tensei.
After a violent tremor, she was sent flying backward, crashing against the wall like a dog.
She even caused some cracks in the wall.
Because his goal was to kill Madame Gao, Zhou Cheng held nothing back in this attack.
But who would have thought that Madame Gao was indeed no ordinary person.
Despite being so old, she seemed completely unharmed after such a powerful blow.
She immediately picked herself up from the ground, her eyes wide, staring intently at Zhou Cheng.
She exclaimed in shock: "Who exactly are you?! What is your relationship with K'un-Lun?!"
As a traitor of K'un-Lun, Madame Gao subconsciously mistook Zhou Cheng's Shinra Tensei technique for K'un-Lun's "chi."
"My relationship with it, what else could it be?"
Zhou Cheng shrugged indifferently, a boundless look of amusement on his face.
"Kill him!"
Madame Gao's face was as black as a pot, and she stopped wasting words with Zhou Cheng, simply giving a merciless command to the ninjas.
Swish swish swish!
The ninjas immediately charged at Zhou Cheng again, fearless of death.
"Shinra Tensei!"
Buzz!
But Zhou Cheng only unleashed one wave of Shinra Tensei.
It swept through everything like a hurricane, knocking down all the ninjas present.
Including Madame Gao.
Madame Gao picked herself up, dizzy and disoriented.
She subconsciously looked around, a monstrous wave of shock rising in her heart.
Just one attack, and an entire group of ninjas were knocked down?
Was this, then, Satan's true strength?
It was actually so terrifying!
Truly worthy of the title "Satan."
However, Madame Gao was ultimately an old monster who had lived for several centuries; although she was surprised by Zhou Cheng's strength, she still showed no signs of panic.
She remained calm and tried to talk Zhou Cheng down.
"Satan, since you possess such power, being a mercenary is too much of a waste…"
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
But Madame Gao's words were cut short by countless feathers.
Zhou Cheng didn't bother to continue talking nonsense with Madame Gao, directly waving his wings and shooting continuously.
He shot Madame Gao and the Hand ninjas on the ground to death.
Immediately, a pungent smell of blood filled the air.
Blood flowed everywhere, like a scene of carnage.
Bang!
Just as he finished all this, the nearby door was roughly pushed open.
It was Stick and Elektra, leading a group of assassins, charging in aggressively.
Everyone present saw the scattered corpses lying everywhere on the ground, and each of them was severely shocked.
Their subconscious gazes towards Zhou Cheng were filled with endless shock and dread.
How much time had passed?
The Hand's people were actually killed by this Satan!
One person, sweeping through a Base?
From the entrance to here, there were nothing but corpses; hundreds of ninjas must have been eliminated, right?
Damn it, this guy called Satan truly was Satan.
Everyone couldn't help but swallow hard, and even cold sweat began to break out on their foreheads.
Even Stick himself fell into a brief daze.
When he hired Zhou Cheng for ten million U.S. dollars, he never expected the other party to be so incredibly powerful!
But soon, Stick recovered.
He ignored the ordinary ninja corpses all over the ground and went straight to Madame Gao's corpse.
"This time, you bastard, you've fallen into my Hands, haven't you?"
Stick looked down, "staring" at Madame Gao's corpse, and cursed coldly.
Swish!
Then Stick pulled out a katana, and with a swift movement, he chopped off Madame Gao's head!
Thus, Madame Gao would not revive again.
She was completely and utterly killed.
And this was precisely the real reason Stick insisted on personally confirming Madame Gao's death.
It was quite similar to Zhou Cheng's previous guess.
"My commission is complete."
"Don't forget to settle the final payment!"
Ignoring Stick's actions, Zhou Cheng merely left him with this expressionless remark and then strode away.
Whoosh!
The assassins who had been blocking the passage all moved aside in unison.
Making way for Zhou Cheng.
...
Perhaps he was shocked by his own formidable strength, or perhaps Stick was inherently an honest and trustworthy assassin.
Just on the afternoon of the fourth day, Zhou Cheng's side confirmed that the remaining balance had been credited.
Looking at the additional ten million in his overseas anonymous account, a satisfied smile involuntarily appeared at the corner of Zhou Cheng's mouth.
Although he was no longer short of money now.
But it had to be said, watching the constantly rising numbers in his balance still brought a strange sense of pleasure.
Coupled with the large amount of origin points he also harvested last night, it was enough to sustain the diary for a long time.
Zhou Cheng's mood became even more pleasant.
And at this very moment, Tony Stark, in his luxurious Marbury Villa, was just as pleased as Zhou Cheng.