Eunuch, do you really know these martial arts?

In the eyes of a killer, this woman was very ordinary-looking.

You could even say it's somewhat ugly.

Because her entire body was black.

It's not because of skin color.

It's not that it's from not bathing for years, but rather that the accumulated filth creates a disgusting black color, like black mud that has been accumulating dirt for a long time.

Moreover, many details were not handled properly.

It can be said that a great opportunity was wasted.

"I don't know. I don't know."

The woman immediately shook her head in fright and said...

When he looked into the eyes of the killer, his eyes were filled with fear.

Because the eyes of a killer are extremely terrifying.

It was the first time she had ever seen black pupils with golden vertical pupils; such eyes were like those of a demon, extremely strange and terrifying.

Seeing the woman's terrified expression, Killer sensed from her biochemical information that she was not lying.

If someone lies, they will actually emit a special biochemical information that is unique to lying, similar to a signal.

He can capture it and then know whether what the other person is saying is true or false.

Seeing that the other party was not lying, Shalu was not angry, but instead continued to move forward with a calm mind.

He now wants to see if anyone knows of the existence of the Great Xia people.

At this moment, Killer realized that he had rushed over without asking where the other party was.

Could it be that you're planning to explore it yourself?

What kind of ridiculous joke is this?

How could he possibly do so much work by himself?

Although he felt some regret, he did not dwell on the matter any longer.

As the fighter jet carried him to this place, the speed increased so much that even his dynamic vision could not keep up, and he could not see what was happening. Naturally, he could not remember the route he had taken.

The fighter jet deliberately performed complex maneuvers at high altitude to confuse the attacker and prevent him from returning along the original route and causing negative consequences.

Moreover, the rotation at random angles made it impossible for even the highly spatially perceptive Killer to discern directions, leaving him completely lost and unsure of which way to return.

"Never mind, things will work themselves out. Let's just go."

Having said that, Killing naturally prepared to move forward.

But after taking just one step, he suddenly froze on the spot.
"Wait, I said something really interesting."

"The boat will straighten itself when it reaches the bridge"—that's interesting, that saying is really funny!

The killing spree at this moment filled me with excitement and exhilaration.

Because these words seemed to perfectly express his inner thoughts, they instantly released the anger that had been building up inside him, making him feel extremely relieved.

He was extremely excited at that moment, and continued walking forward with curiosity:
Could it be that I possess a talent for creation, capable of spontaneously crafting such profound and memorable sentences when faced with certain situations?

At this moment, even those engaged in slaughter began to doubt their own level of education.

He was also very curious about what kind of person could nurture such a genius as himself.
But now is clearly not the time to discuss this.

He continued walking forward, and when he reached this point, he started asking questions, but he got no results after one or two attempts.

However, after doing this many times, you're bound to encounter some people with bad tempers.

He had just asked about the most beautiful girl in the area, a girl who was extremely pretty.

It was so beautiful that it seemed as if it were not a product of this world.

He believed that even with the technology used to create his superb steel body, it would be impossible to create such a perfect face.

"So it's you, you little brat, daring to seduce my woman, huh?"

Suddenly, right next to him, the leader of the crowd rode up on a motorcycle and rushed in front of Shalu, picking up a stick and trying to hit him.

Faced with the other party's provocation, Killer did not get angry. Instead, he seemed to freeze in place for a moment.

He seemed to suddenly understand something.

So this guy wanted to hit him, huh? Interesting. Killer's lips curled slightly, and he flicked his finger to strike.

boom!
With a shattering sound, the scene fell silent. Only the man in plain clothes who had rushed out first was visible.

His head had long since flown away.

All that remained was a headless corpse. Then, the corpse collapsed to its knees with a thud, and blood gushed from its neck like a torrent.

In an instant, everyone stared at the scene with horrified eyes.

When have they ever seen this before?
Killer looked at the guys in front of him with amusement, a slight smirk playing on his lips, and suddenly exclaimed excitedly:
"Isn't this just like having a pillow when you're sleepy?"
"Since these guys love fighting so much, they must know something about this place. I can interrogate them properly then."

"I ask you, where does the Great Xia's power lie?"

Killer asked curiously.

To everyone's surprise, the dozens of men in front of him, each wielding a stick, all looked puzzled upon hearing this.

They looked at each other, completely unaware of what was going on, simply because they had never heard of the name "Great Xia".

They usually don't even have enough to eat, how could they possibly have heard of anything else?

I saw these people and they knew nothing about anything.

Suddenly, the killing machine lost all interest in them and raised its hand, ready to kill them outright.

"Spare your life! Spare your life!"

With a thud, the man at the front suddenly trembled with fear and knelt down on the ground, crying and begging for mercy.

And so, the merciless killing suddenly felt quite interesting.

This was the first time he had ever seen such an interesting situation. He looked at the group of people in front of him with great interest, a slight smile playing on his lips. He withdrew his finger, which he was about to flick, and looked at them with amusement.

Suddenly remembering his agreement with those mysterious people, an interesting thought popped into Killer's mind: since they could make agreements with him, couldn't he also make agreements with others like them?

Thinking of this, Killer suddenly became interested and said:
"Hey, how about we make a deal?"

Upon hearing this, everyone looked puzzled, completely unaware of the meaning of the so-called agreement.

Seeing their blank expressions, Killer felt powerless. Even he, who had never had any opportunity to learn, knew what the agreement meant. These guys, who had obviously grown up here and lived in this world all their lives, seemed to lack even common sense.

In an instant, Killer realized something terrifying: his common sense didn't mean that everyone else would have it.

His common sense is already far ahead of most people in the world.

For a moment, he found the killing quite amusing, but it also left him speechless at the people in front of him. "Which of you can read?"

All the people in front of him shook their heads.

"boring."

Killer frowned.

However, he still did not choose to kill these people.

Instead, he snorted coldly:
"Those who want to live, follow me. If you don't, I'll leave no one alive!"

Although many people do not understand the meaning behind his concise language.

But everyone understood the general situation.

Because the tone of the murderous attack was full of threats, clearly intended to force them to submit, they all nodded in a daze.

Then, under their watchful eyes, the killing proceeded from among them in another direction along the road.

Everyone was stunned by what they saw, trembling with shock. That direction seemed to be the encampment of many foreign troops, a very dangerous area. Going there would be suicide.

The thought of the extremely dangerous place where the killing was taking made everyone present stop in their tracks, not daring to take a single step forward.

They were afraid.

That doesn't mean they're stupid.

Sensing the cowardly aura emanating from the people behind him, Killer frowned deeply, his face extremely grim.

We're short-handed, and even if they're illiterate, we'll give them a chance to live.

They actually dared to disobey orders like this; they're practically asking for death!
Killing instantly lost all interest, his gaze turning as cold as ice as he stared at them, letting out a cold snort.

Swish!
A gust of wind flashed by, and the carnage appeared behind everyone in an instant.

Thump thump thump thump!
With a series of sounds like watermelons exploding, the heads of those people exploded like smashed watermelons, scattering red and white matter all over the ground.

In an instant, dozens of headless corpses appeared in this area.

After dealing with the matter, Killer waved his hand dismissively and smiled, then curiously looked at the place behind him that was filled with heat.

He didn't know what was there.

But it felt very similar to the aura of the fighter jet that had sent me before.

The only difference is that the fighter jet's heat signature is as large as a torch.

However, the atmosphere here is extremely scattered and dispersed.

Each one was as tiny as a few stars, posing no threat whatsoever.

But it still piqued his interest, making him want to know what was happening there.

Over the next two weeks, a terrifying legend circulated throughout the Golden Triangle:

Suddenly, a serial killer appeared out of nowhere, calling himself Slaughter. He killed without blinking an eye, and any subordinate who dared to disobey him would be executed on the spot.

Even missiles couldn't harm him in the slightest.

This person has become the leader of the strongest force in the Golden Triangle and has begun to show signs of dominating the entire Golden Triangle.

In a suburb on the outskirts of the Golden Triangle, there is a hidden military force stationed there.

This place appears to be a police station, but it is actually a giant experimental site.

Because the Golden Triangle has very precious materials.

Therefore, many countries are eager to send people to this experimental base to conduct relevant experiments.

However, the area is very chaotic, so we had to station troops there.

To avoid being influenced by others and to prevent causing trouble, the country deliberately stationed this unit in a very secluded suburb, and many people were unaware of its existence.

And this is the unit where the Great Xia is located.

The area controlled by the killings is expanding.

He even intended to significantly expand his sphere of influence outwards.

At this point, one-third of the Golden Triangle region had been controlled by the killings.

In one of the very luxurious villas, which was as magnificent as gold.

At this moment, Killer was wearing a long robe studded with pearls, paired with a pair of shorts, a gold chain around his neck, sunglasses, and his hair had been styled in an exaggerated way. He also had a cigarette between his fingers, looking every bit the mafia boss.

Several underlings were kneeling in front of him, their faces filled with fanatical worship. These were some of the more interesting underlings he had recently recruited.

They are able to clearly understand what they want to do and can quickly complete tasks according to their orders. However, they are adept at handling stubborn or difficult-to-deal-with individuals.

He will also take action personally.

With his abilities, it would be easy for him to take control of the other two areas, which is two-thirds of the Golden Triangle region, in a short period of time.

But now he has come to enjoy this kind of competitive game.

He didn't want to rely on brute force; he wanted to do everything he could through planning to confront the two overlords of the other two-thirds of the region and see who could outmaneuver whom.

The area behind him was a no-man's land.

However, he always felt a faint warmth in the center of the suburbs, indicating that there were people there, but they had not yet been discovered.

"What's wrong?
"Haven't you found anything in the area I sent to scout?"

The man kneeling before him was named Shabel. He nodded and then shook his head, saying:
"Your Majesty, those are the troops of the Great Xia. We dare not touch them! We dare not start a conflict with the Great Xia!"

The murderer, who was originally lying comfortably in the chair, was enjoying being called the emperor by others. It was a title he had just made up in his mind, and even he himself felt very excited after hearing it. From then on, he let others call him that, and it was indeed very enjoyable.

But at that moment, as he was enjoying himself, his gaze suddenly sharpened, and he looked at the man in front of him in disbelief, exclaiming in surprise:
"Sabelle, what did you say?"
Great Xia?

Slaughter's shout startled Shabel, who then looked at Slaughter, who stood alone in front of him, though confused.

But he still nodded and said:
"Yes, Your Majesty, I am certain that those are troops from the Great Xia. We cannot afford to clash with them. The Great Xia is a very terrifying and mysterious superpower."

At this moment, I heard the words "Great Xia".

A strange thought welled up in his heart, like a burning emotion, making him want to see the troops of the Great Xia.

He even felt a feeling he couldn't quite put into words, a feeling that was particularly warm, as if just hearing that name was enough.

Even better, after actually meeting the people of Daxia, his heart, which had always felt lonely and had nowhere to go, felt as warm as if it had returned to the embrace of his mother.

but.

He wasn't bothered by it; on the contrary, he felt disgusted.
"Damn subconscious, how can it affect me like this? Get out of here!"
"I'm not a citizen of Great Xia!"

He spoke with murderous rage.

He didn't want to be influenced by his subconscious. (End of Chapter)