Colonial Suit

Chapter 5: Deadly Deal (Free Chapter)

The black market was actually located in a dark alley within the ruins, bustling with activity. However, no one wore a smile; only the vicissitudes of a hard life were visible. Bloodshot Eyes entered just as a group of people were coming out. Seeing him, their eyes lit up.

"Ha, look who it is! Isn't it our great Hunter, Bloodshot Eyes? What's this? You, who never liked to wander, are interested in checking out the black market? Heh, don't tell me you're planning to get some secret little gadgets to bully other Hunters? Rumor has it you've taken out quite a few rivals. Well, actually, I want to tell you, you might as well change careers. Maybe being a male 'prostitute' would suit you better. Your physique is very suitable for getting your ass plowed," a burly man, over two meters tall and as round as a ball, shouted first. His chubby face was full of mockery.

He was a thug from the Wild Boar Gang, considered a notable figure in this shelter. But unlike others, this guy had witnessed Bloodshot Eyes' combat prowess, so he was full of hostility towards him.

However, despite the hostility, few were willing to clash with Bloodshot Eyes. After all, he had a considerable reputation for ruthlessness among the Hunters, and no one wanted to fight someone who spent all day wallowing in blood.

"..." Bloodshot Eyes remained silent as always, as if he didn't see them, and headed towards the entrance on his own.

"Hey, I'm talking to you! You think you can just walk past like that?" The fatso stepped sideways, directly blocking the entrance. He was just too fat, his size far exceeding that of ordinary people, so he completely blocked the entrance. Bloodshot Eyes stopped, only half a meter away from his belly.

Around him, several thugs smirked maliciously, twirling iron bars in their hands. They surrounded Bloodshot Eyes in the middle without making a sound.

"..." Bloodshot Eyes lowered his head, seemingly unaware of the malicious intent of the crowd. After a moment of silence, he slowly opened his mouth. "Without benefits, I don't want to kill people."

"Ha?" The fatso looked as if he had heard the most incredible thing, and his eyes widened. "Hey, guys, did you hear that? He said he wants to kill us, but he doesn't want to do it without benefits. Ha, haha."

"Hahahahaha..." All the thugs laughed loudly. They were arrogant and unruly. Seeing such a group of thugs blocking the entrance to the black market, the passersby hid to the side. Soon, a large circle formed.

The fatso's laughter came wildly and disappeared quickly. Almost at the same time, all the laughter stopped abruptly. The fat pig coldly threw a bag of ore at Bloodshot Eyes' feet. A bloodthirsty light appeared in his eyes.

"So, kid, now you have benefits. Kill us. I'm waiting. Just don't make me wait too long, or you'll know the consequences of provoking us."

"Hehe, boss, don't scare him. Can't you see his body is trembling? This kid is just a bit ruthless when hunting; I haven't seen him fight much usually. I don't know how he got such a big reputation. Like you said, he might as well just sell his ass. Let's have you break him in today," a thug with blue-dyed hair said with a sinister smile. As he spoke, he swung an iron bar towards the back of Bloodshot Eyes' head. They were all experienced veterans, and they made ruthless moves as soon as they attacked. If he was hit, even if Bloodshot Eyes didn't die, he would suffer a concussion.

But his movements stopped there.

Because just as he raised the iron bar, Bloodshot Eyes suddenly turned around, and his right hand flashed like lightning, grabbing his wrist. With a grab and a twist, there was a cracking sound, and the blue-haired thug's wrist instantly turned into a right angle in the opposite direction, revealing the white bones. In agony, the blue-haired thug let out a scream. Tears and snot flowed down his face. Then, Bloodshot Eyes directly snatched his iron bar and stabbed it into his open mouth.

"Puchi." Crimson blood mixed with bone fragments sprayed from the back of the blue-haired thug's head. The iron bar actually pierced through his head.

The blue-haired thug died without even having a chance to make a sound. At the same time, Bloodshot Eyes lowered his body and darted out. With a gust of wind, he came to another blonde thug. In the other party's horrified gaze, he sidestepped the other party's swinging iron bar, and at the same time, kicked the other party's knee. Again, there was a cracking sound, and the blonde thug was immediately half a head shorter. In the midst of the pain, the blonde thug gritted his teeth and desperately swung the iron bar in his hand, trying to block Bloodshot Eyes. But before he could lift his arm, Bloodshot Eyes' left hand grabbed his hair and lifted it backward, and the fingernails of his right hand swept across his throat, cutting open his Adam's apple.

Silently, the light in the blonde thug's eyes dimmed. He also slowly collapsed to the ground.

It sounds complicated, but it actually happened in an instant. Almost as soon as the fat pig's voice fell, Bloodshot Eyes had already killed two people. His movements were so fast that the naked eye couldn't keep up.

"Damn it! You bastard!" The fat pig roared angrily, and suddenly pulled out a giant mace from behind. He smashed it down on Bloodshot Eyes' head. His frantic appearance was like a huge wild boar, and the wind from the mace alone made it impossible to open one's eyes.

It was too unexpected, too miscalculated. Although he had known that Bloodshot Eyes was powerful, the fat pig never dreamed that he would be so ruthless and so fast when he actually fought. Actually fighting was completely different from what he saw in the arena. Although Bloodshot Eyes didn't make a sound from beginning to end, the silent slaughter made him even more frightened. The fat pig knew that he had run into a brick wall today. With Bloodshot Eyes' skill, even if he killed him, only he would be left among his men.

As for himself, the fat pig wasn't worried. After all, although Bloodshot Eyes killed two of his companions, his method was to win with precision and speed. The fat pig had a lot of fat on his body, and his weight alone reached more than two hundred kilograms. The thick fat was like a set of armor. He didn't believe that Bloodshot Eyes could hurt him.

The fat pig's volume was too large, almost like a small mountain. This movement was as if the entire mountain was pressing down. The whistling wind immediately caused a burst of screams from the surrounding crowd. Everyone's eyes revealed undisguised fear.

This was an unfair battle. It seemed that Bloodshot Eyes had almost no way to deal with the huge fat pig, and even a little touch of the fat pig's mace was enough to send Bloodshot Eyes flying like a baseball. No one would doubt the power of the mace. Bloodshot Eyes would definitely turn into pieces in mid-air.

But Bloodshot Eyes, who had been facing away from the fat pig from beginning to end, seemed to have seen the other party's actions long ago. He directly raised his foot and kicked the corpse of the blonde thug under his feet towards the fat pig.

There was a "pa" sound. A cloud of blood mist exploded in mid-air. The corpse of the blonde thug was smashed into pieces by the fat pig's mace. But this also stunned the fat pig. The mace had a pause of less than half a second. In this pause, Bloodshot Eyes rushed a few steps, stepped on the fat pig's knee, and jumped onto the fat meat on his chest. With his hand pinching the phoenix eye, he punched one inch below his forehead. There, it was... the center of his eyebrows!

"Puchi!" There was a small muffled sound. But in the ears of all the audience, it was like a thunderbolt.

Bloodshot Eyes' phoenix eye punch fiercely penetrated the fat pig's eyebrows, causing the other party to stagnate. Then, his left fist swayed horizontally, like a sledgehammer, and smashed onto the fat pig's temple. With a shocking muffled sound, the fat pig's temple sank in a piece. Suffering this heavy blow, the fat pig's eyes blurred, and he swayed, unable to distinguish the direction. But Bloodshot Eyes didn't give him even this chance to breathe. His legs crossed and clamped his big head, and then twisted and turned. With a crisp cracking sound, everyone saw the fat pig's head turned to the back. The mace in his hand fell to the ground, stirring up a large cloud of dust.

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In the dust, the fat pig stood there blankly like a wooden man. The eyes turned to the back were full of doubt, disbelief, and despair. Visibly to the naked eye, a deep, sunken hole appeared in his eyebrows and temples, and crimson blood mixed with white brain matter flowed out little by little. The fat pig opened his mouth, as if trying to say something. But soon his eyes became scattered.

With a bang, the fat pig fell down like a mountain. Stirring up a large cloud of dust.

Until his death, the fat pig didn't know how Bloodshot Eyes discovered his weakness. In fact, since he became a thug, that fat body was his best protection. After being specially trained, it could even withstand the shooting of rifle bullets. He had always been the team's meat shield in battle. He never thought that one day he would be killed by someone using such a method. And he died so quickly and so unjustly.

When the dust dissipated, the scene quickly became clear. Bloodshot Eyes was still standing alone with his head lowered. At his feet lay two corpses. And on the side, the remaining thugs were still holding up their iron bars, but none of them dared to actually smash them down. Their eyes were filled with fear, and their calves trembled like sieves. Some even had warm liquid flowing between their legs.

No one made a sound, including the audience next to them. Everyone looked at the thin figure in the field with the eyes of a monster. Watching him walk out of the thugs' encirclement step by step, watching him walk to the bag of ore that the fat pig had thrown down at the beginning, and pick it up.

"I accept the deal you proposed. This money is enough to kill two people. As for yourself, I'll count it as a free gift."

Bloodshot Eyes spoke indifferently, without looking at the other thugs present, and walked towards the entrance of the black market on his own. Soon he disappeared from people's sight...