Chapter 64: Night of Killing (Part 1)

Chapter 64: Night of Killing (Part 1)

The night grew deeper.

A crescent moon hung high in the sky, casting faint light over the darkness.

At a street corner, two shadowy figures leaned idly against the wall.

The dim glow of cigarette tips flickered intermittently.

"Xu Ge, we've been waiting almost the whole day. When are we finally going to make our move?" A young man tossed his cigarette butt to the ground and crushed it under his foot, unable to suppress his impatience as he whispered.

"Wait a little longer," the man called Xu Ge replied softly, glancing at his watch. "We’ll act once they’re sound asleep. If we move too soon, the commotion might draw the patrol officers’ attention. This operation must be flawless."

"Do we really have to kill them all?" The young man seemed hesitant.

"What, can’t do it? Or are you wavering in your faith in the Lord?" Xu Ge turned his head, his expression dark and menacing.

"N-no, not at all! My devotion to the great Hunting God is absolute!" the young man stammered in fear.

The Hunting God was a true deity. During the ritual at noon, he had genuinely sensed His presence.

Divine might was unfathomable, its majesty beyond comprehension.

Some of the higher-ranking members had even been granted divine power during the ritual.

At the ceremony, identities were kept secret, and communication between ranks was strictly one-way.

He couldn’t clearly see their faces, but he could tell that a few of the higher-ups were elderly, frail figures.

"Good. We are the first believers of the great Hunting God on Earth. This mission is just a small test of our loyalty to Him!"

"Of course I understand!" The young man’s expression hardened with resolve.

Xu Ge nodded, his expression softening slightly before he continued, "This mission isn’t difficult. Among the family of four, only the girl has any real strength. The rest are just ordinary people. I’ll handle the girl—you take care of the other three."

"Got it!" The young man answered without hesitation this time.

"Remember, strike decisively. No mercy..." Xu Ge suddenly stopped mid-sentence, raising a hand to signal silence.

The other young man frowned in confusion, but then he heard footsteps approaching from a distance.

Damn it, who the hell is still out wandering in the dark at this hour? Asking for death?

With a smirk, the young man pulled out a cigarette from his pack and lit it.

Just as he took a drag, a figure appeared at the street corner, turning into the narrow alleyway.

Under the hazy moonlight, they could see it was a youth of about seventeen or eighteen, dressed in black athletic wear, his skin pale and his features handsome.

Noticing the two figures leaning against the wall, he froze in alarm before hesitantly continuing forward, eyeing them warily.

"What the hell are you staring at, kid? Move along!" the young man barked threateningly.

The boy flinched and quickened his pace, prompting a burst of laughter from the young man.

The distance between them closed—ten meters, then five.

Gradually, Xu Ge began to sense something off about the approaching figure.

He noticed that although the young man appeared somewhat fearful, he didn’t walk closer to the opposite side of the road. Instead, he strode right down the center. Most crucially, he saw that the other’s eyes were as calm as a bottomless, dark pool.

A sudden chill ran down his spine, his hair standing on end. "Bad news! Mo—"

But it was already too late.

When he uttered the first word, the young man was still standing on the road.

By the time the second word left his throat, and his hand reached into his chest to draw his weapon, the young man’s figure had already blurred into an afterimage on his retina.

At the same time, a fierce gust of wind erupted out of nowhere, whipping his hair wildly and making his skin tremble violently.

Just as the short sword in his chest was halfway drawn, and the word "move" had barely left his lips, he saw a slender chopstick rapidly enlarging before his eyes. Before fear could even take root in his heart, his body jolted violently the next moment. His eyes widened as he slumped against the wall, sliding slowly to the ground.

The young man leisurely pulled out the bloodstained chopstick—still perfectly intact.

He turned to face the other youth.

The young man staggered back in terror, his peripheral glance at Xu Ge’s corpse sending waves of panic through him, his bladder nearly giving way.

"Y-you… stay back! I-I’m a believer of the Hunting God! If you kill me, you’ll be cursed!"

The young man scoffed. "Hunting God? What kind of nonsense is that?"

The moment the words left his mouth, his figure blurred again. Then, he turned and walked away.

A few steps later, a heavy corpse collapsed to the ground, a deep bloody hole in its forehead, its body convulsing uncontrollably.

Without a doubt, the young man was Chen Shouyi.

He glanced at the patrolling police in the distance, his expression calm as he headed home.

When he had left, he had jumped from his bedroom window, but now there was no need for that.

Before knocking, he stuffed the bloodied chopstick into a small hole in a nearby manhole cover, then carefully checked his clothes.

Fortunately, there wasn’t a single drop of blood on him.

"Dad! Mom, open up!"

Seconds later, the rolling shutter door was half-raised, and Chen Shouyi quickly ducked inside.

The moment he entered, Chen Xingyue eagerly asked, "Brother, is it done?"

Meeting the tense or excited gazes of everyone, Chen Shouyi nodded. "The surveillance is gone now. We can’t afford to delay—we leave immediately."

"You didn’t kill anyone, did you?" Chen Mu asked.

"Mom, don’t worry! No, I just knocked them out," Chen Shouyi replied, hesitating slightly before choosing to reassure her.

Chen Xingyue glanced at her brother, and when she saw his subtle nod, the tension that had gripped her face since the afternoon finally eased, a faint smile appearing for the first time.

Unaware of their silent exchange, Chen Mu kept murmuring, "Good, good!"

Chen Shouyi understood his mother’s mindset. Every parent wanted their child to be safe and sound, not a murderer—even if the ones killed were irredeemable villains.

Because the law showed no mercy. Killing was killing, and no matter how evil the victim was, the law would still punish the killer.

"Enough talking, let’s go!" Chen Dawei urged.

"Right! Right!"

Chen Mu hurriedly pulled down the rolling shutter door and locked it again.

The family then headed out through the back door.

The car was parked in the garage at the back door, with the luggage already loaded inside.

As soon as surveillance was lifted, everyone quickly got into the vehicle, ready to depart.

Due to the nature of their small business, which often required transporting goods, the family had purchased a small business van with ample space.

Even so, the removed back seat was now piled high with luggage, leaving no room to spare.

The engine sputtered a few times before finally starting smoothly.

The van slowly pulled out of the garage and soon entered the street, picking up speed as it went.

Chen Shouyi and Chen Xingyue sat in the back, each with a longsword and a war bow placed beside them.

No one spoke in the car, as if lost in their own thoughts. The only sound was the steady hum of the engine.

Chen Shouyi glanced out the window just as a firework shot into the sky, bursting into a shower of beautiful red sparks that illuminated half the night.

He could only hope their journey would be safe and smooth.