Ding! Accompanied by the sound of a bell.
"Haha! Go die, Li Yong!" The Viper laughed loudly as he rushed forward, his fists flashing again as he struck toward Li Yong.
At this moment, Li Yong's mind was filled with Jiang Yan's words. He wanted to strike, but he was afraid Jiang Yan was just messing with him.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The Viper's fists struck his arm, just as he was still deep in thought.
A scene automatically flashed in his mind: a tiny spike emerged from the gap in The Viper's knuckles, striking a blow directly at his heart.
The Viper, standing right in front of him, suddenly showed a cold smirk at the corner of his mouth. He moved his right fist, and a tiny spike appeared, delivering a fierce punch straight ahead.
"Die!" This punch exploded even faster than the previous ones, aiming straight for Li Yong's heart.
A sinister smile was plastered on The Viper's face. He was confident that Li Yong couldn't possibly dodge this sudden move.
He Shan, watching everything from above, had a faint, cold smirk: 'Only if you die can my thirty million and the reputation of the boxing ring be saved.'
No one would harp on whether a dead person threw a match. If the person is dead, how can you claim they risked their life just to throw a fight?
However, just when they thought they could kill Li Yong with one blow, the previously defensive Li Yong suddenly struck back fiercely.
His eyes were filled with rage. He glared at The Viper and roared, "Since you want me dead, I'll beat you to death first!"
Whoosh! Li Yong moved his feet and easily dodged the attack. His Hundred Refinements Collapse was suitable for close-range bursts. Combined with his awakened Precognition and enhanced physical fitness, almost no one at the same level could defeat him.
He looked at The Viper, clenched his fists tightly, and slammed them toward The Viper's chest. Under the effect of Precognition, The Viper's defense was practically useless.
Crack! A huge muffled sound came from the ring. The Viper spat out blood, his chest caved in, and he fell straight down.
The cheering spectators and the cold-smirking He Shan suddenly froze. They hadn't expected Li Yong, who had been suppressed moments ago, to suddenly erupt and strike down The Viper.
"Ahhh! Well done, Li Yong! I'm rich!" The crowd beneath the ring went completely wild, shouting excitedly.
Above, He Shan's expression was ugly, as if his mother had died. He looked at Li Yong, his eyes filled with murderous intent.
Li Yong ignored him and roared toward Jiang Yan, "I killed him! I hope you uphold your promise!"
If Jiang Yan didn't protect him, he would surely die facing He Shan and his group alone!
Jiang Yan smiled slightly and nodded at him. He Shan, not far away, also noticed this scene. Seeing the smiling Jiang Yan, they assumed he had colluded with Li Yong to set them up.
"Go capture both of them! How dare they try to screw with me? I'll make them die!" He Shan roared at his subordinates beside him.
"Damn it, let's see how many lives he has to pull a stunt like this!" The Wolf-Marked Youth sitting on the right immediately wore a fierce expression and led seven or eight burly men toward them.
Han Qi saw a group of people quickly approaching and looked at Mr. Jiang: "Mr. Jiang, shall we make a move?"
Jiang Yan's expression was calm: "It's time to begin. My Ghost Buddha has been waiting so long, he's hungry."
Jiang Yan took three buddha crystals from his pocket and handed them to Han Qi, his tone icy: "Go block the entrance. Not a single living person is allowed to leave here tonight!"
Han Qi's hand trembled as he took the buddha crystals. He looked at Jiang Yan in shock. There were at least several hundred spectators below, plus the original staff here, totaling at least four hundred people.
"What, do you have a problem with that?" Jiang Yan glanced at Han Qi, seeing he hadn't moved yet.
"No problem, I'll go do it right away!" Han Qi felt his hair stand on end under that gaze, and he immediately turned to block the entrance.
He felt that if he dared to say no, he would have to say goodbye to this world.
Jiang Yan stood up at this moment. He turned his head and glanced at the Wolf-Marked Youth and his group, who were walking over in a fit of rage.
With just one look, those people suddenly stopped moving, their bodies completely unable to budge.
"Damn it, why can't I move!" The Wolf-Marked Youth was horrified internally.
Jiang Yan walked past him with a faint smile on his face. Beside him, the Ghost Buddha began to materialize, and a powerful mental pressure swept across the entire underground boxing ring.
Below, all the cheering spectators and moving staff suddenly seemed to freeze the next second. The previously lively venue instantly became eerily silent.
On the ring, Li Yong looked at the sudden, bizarre scene and seemed utterly bewildered. He shouted at the nearest spectator, "What's wrong with you guys? What the hell is going on!"
However, the only response he received was the turning eyes and expressions of terror from the spectators below.
Tap, tap, tap!
A sound of footsteps suddenly echoed in the silent environment. Li Yong immediately turned his head to look.
He saw Jiang Yan take off his sunglasses and walk toward the ring.
The moment he saw Jiang Yan, he said in disbelief, "You did all of this?"
"No need to be surprised. You will see much more if you follow me in the future." Jiang Yan walked up beside him, a faint smile on his lips.
At this moment, everyone in the audience below simultaneously changed their expressions, showing a look of benevolence, and pressed their palms together.
Under Li Yong's shocked gaze, they uniformly began chanting scriptures.
"Amitabha, formless and selfless.
Sentient beings are like dust, feeding my ultimate bliss.
One false thought arises, the Red Lotus burns the body.
The Five Aggregates are all empty, only feeding my Buddha."
Hundreds of people chanting scriptures together was extremely shocking in this basement, especially when they simultaneously reached out and tore off the skin and flesh from their bodies.
Rip! Tearing sounds continuously echoed in the basement, and a thick smell of blood began to fill the air.
Li Yong couldn't help but step back at the sight, his scalp tingling as fear surfaced in his heart.
Jiang Yan stood beside him, the corners of his mouth turned up. He spread his arms to both sides and said enthusiastically.
"Why shouldn't the victor have a little ceremony? Let me use the lives of this trash to celebrate for you!"
In the above-ground building, Han Qi's muscles ripped through his suit. He grabbed Zhao Li by the neck with one hand, lifting him up, and violently exerted force under Zhao Li's terrified gaze.
Snap! Zhao Li's neck was broken by the immense force. Han Qi took the car keys from his body and casually tossed his corpse into the building.
He looked at the corpses strewn across the floor inside the room, his expression unchanged: "Little Brother Zhao, don't blame me. Blame yourselves for being too unlucky."
After killing the employees on the ground floor, he locked the door directly.
Ding!
He waited quietly on the ground floor. After seven or eight minutes, a sound came from the elevator behind him.
He turned his head and saw Jiang Yan, looking calm, accompanied by Li Yong, who was deathly pale, his legs trembling as he walked, and dressed in a set of white clothes.
Jiang Yan glanced at the corpses on the ground. As he passed Han Qi, he patted his shoulder: "Well done. Go down and find their monitoring room. If there are any cloud backups, delete them all."
"Yes, sir!" Han Qi immediately headed toward the elevator.
Jiang Yan led Li Yong to the doorway. He looked at the pale Li Yong and teased, "Are you alright? There's no need to be this scared just because a few people died. Since you fight underground boxing, you should have killed people with your own hands before."
Li Yong was stunned upon hearing this. He had only beaten a few people to death, not made hundreds of people perform self-evisceration like Jiang Yan did. If his mental fortitude hadn't been strong, he probably would have thrown up already.
Nevertheless, he took a deep breath, suppressed his churning stomach, and replied, "I'm fine."
"Good. Go outside, pry open a few fuel tanks, and collect a bucket of gasoline." Jiang Yan pointed to a bucket placed in the corner, signaling for him to take it.
"I understand." Li Yong quickly stepped forward, took the bucket, and went outside to collect the gasoline. He was already aboard Jiang Yan's pirate ship, and there was no way to back out now.
Jiang Yan found a chair on the first floor, placed it among the corpses, and leaned back casually, waiting for Han Qi and Li Yong to finish their tasks.
His mood was good now; the pearl of the abyss in his mind was full after this operation.
Although he could acquire emotion points without killing people, he wasn't strong enough yet.
If he let them live, it was highly likely that strong enemies would be attracted, putting him in danger or even leading to his death—something Jiang Yan was absolutely unwilling to risk.
Moreover, while the deaths of so many people would draw attention, at least it wouldn't be investigated by those freaks who possess various superpowers.