Douluo: Reincarnation of Leosli, punishing the evildoers

The King of Slaughter slowly raised his hand, signaling the red-clad law enforcement team behind him to step back. His gaze remained fixed on Leosley, his eyes flashing with a complex light, a mixture of wariness and inquiry.

"All of you, go down and stand guard outside. No one is allowed to approach," the Killing Dynasty said from behind.

The red-clad law enforcement captain hesitated for a moment, then bowed respectfully: "Yes, sir."

The red-clad law enforcement officers quickly withdrew from the palace, their heavy footsteps fading into the distance until they disappeared completely at the end of the corridor.

Only Leosley, Siegwen, and the King of Slaughter remained in the palace. A tense atmosphere hung in the air, like a taut string that could snap at any moment.

The King of Slaughter turned his back to Leosley and walked deeper into the palace.

The King of Slaughter only stopped outside a room.

"come in."

The King of Slaughter pushed open the heavy wooden door and stepped aside to make way for him.

The room was furnished quite luxuriously, a stark contrast to the slum-like exterior.

Leosley didn't rush into the room. Instead, he stood at the doorway and carefully examined it. He noticed that the walls were inlaid with exquisite crystals, each one radiating a dazzling array of colors. Under the light, the entire room appeared even more magnificent and dazzling.

These crystals are clearly not just decorations; the light they emit seems to possess some kind of special power.

"sit!"

The King of Slaughter's voice was deep, carrying an undeniable air of authority.

Leosley smiled, then stepped into the room without further hesitation. His gaze swept over every corner, every detail clearly taking in his eyes. The room was exquisitely decorated; crystal, wood, metal, fabric… everything seemed carefully selected, each item incredibly valuable.

"What do you want from me?"

The King of Slaughter's voice remained deep, but this time, his tone carried a hint of doubt and inquiry.

Leosley's gaze swept around before finally settling on the King of Slaughter.

"Actually, nothing special happened."

Leosley shrugged, seemingly unwilling to offer any further explanation.

Upon seeing this, the King of Slaughter frowned slightly, his eyes becoming even more dangerous.

"Two things."

Leosley's voice was calm as still water, without the slightest emotional fluctuation in his tone.

The King of Slaughter narrowed his eyes slightly, a hint of coldness flashing in his red pupils: "No rush. As guests here, how can the host not entertain us?"

As he spoke, he conjured two glasses that looked like red wine out of thin air and floated them toward the table opposite him.

Seeing this, Leosley smiled and, without refusing, reached out to take it.

This stuff looks like red wine, but it's much thicker.

If Leosley hadn't known what it was, he probably would have given it a try.

After all, the Killing City has little else to offer but bloody Mary.

The King of Slaughter was able to completely control Slaughter City only because of Bloody Mary. Bloody Mary is like poison, amplifying the desires in anyone's heart.

Those law enforcement teams under his command all became like that after drinking a lot of Bloody Mary.

This substance, combined with the city of slaughter itself, makes it impossible to quit once consumed, unless one possesses a strong will.

"Do you think we're fools?"

Leosley didn't stand on ceremony and simply lifted the glass and tilted it behind him.

The nearly full glass of Bloody Mary was poured directly onto the carpet behind him right in front of the King of Slaughter, and it was all gone.

"We appreciate your kindness, but we're afraid that drinking too much of this could cause problems."

The King of Slaughter's face instantly darkened. Siegwen smiled and, following suit, also leaned back.

Although drinking a little of this stuff didn't have much effect on them, drinking human blood was still a bit disgusting.

The King of Slaughter's expression grew even uglier, his eyes fixed on Leosley and Siegwen, as if trying to glean more information from their expressions.

He hadn't expected Leosley to be so audacious as to pour out Bloody Mary right in front of him. It was blatant provocation!

The King of Slaughter sneered, a bloodthirsty glint in his eyes: "You truly don't know what's good for you."

Leosley simply smiled slightly, showing no intention of backing down.

"If this is how you intend to play the game, then there's nothing more to discuss today."

Leosley's voice was calm as still water, with a hint of sarcasm in his tone.

A murderous glint flashed in the King of Slaughter's eyes. He clenched his fist, his knuckles turning slightly white from the force.

You're the one who doesn't know what's good for you!

He waved his hand, and a wave of scorching heat instantly spread out, as if even light could burn.

Leosley's figure swayed slightly, and in the next moment he had disappeared from the spot.

The King of Slaughter's expression changed, and just as he was about to react, he suddenly felt a chill from behind him.

"This is not my home turf."

He whirled around, intending to retaliate. However, the instant he turned, the surrounding temperature plummeted, and a faint cracking sound echoed through the air, like the sound of ice breaking.

A layer of frost quickly formed on the ground, and even the nearly full cup of Bloody Mary in front of the King of Slaughter was frozen into an ice block.

"How brave!"

The King of Slaughter roared, and his body suddenly expanded as the frost spread, transforming into a giant bat, radiating a rich, dark red light.

He flapped his wings, his massive body tracing a red arc through the air, creating a violent gust of wind. His eyes gleamed with a dangerous light, as if he wanted to tear Leosley to shreds.

"If you don't know what's good for you, don't blame me for being impolite!"

The King of Slaughter's voice boomed like thunder throughout the room, and the floor trembled slightly as he landed heavily.

"Calm down!" Leosley's calm voice was like a bucket of cold water, instantly extinguishing the rage in the King of Slaughter's heart.

The King of Slaughter stopped in his tracks, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes.

Leosley smiled slightly, his tone remaining calm: "It would be best if you didn't take action."

The King of Slaughter sneered, a dangerous glint in his eyes.

He stopped in his tracks, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes.

His scarlet eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze fixed on Leosley, as if trying to find some flaw in that calm, expressionless face.

The murderous aura in the air gradually subsided, replaced by an indescribable silence.

"Who are you? How dare you be so insolent in front of me?"

Generally speaking, even those few killing gods could only threaten him at most in the City of Slaughter. If it really came down to a fight, he had the City of Slaughter behind him, which could provide him with a continuous source of power.

Therefore, as long as they don't leave the City of Slaughter, no matter how much destruction those killing gods cause, they can only cripple the City of Slaughter for a while.

As long as the Fallen Ones remain, the City of Slaughter will not disappear.

There was once a man named Chen Jianjun who fought his way through the City of Slaughter, but the city is still perfectly preserved.

As long as humanity exists, the fallen will not disappear.

This is human nature. (End of Chapter)