The Law of Heaven

Chapter 28 Slaughter in the Rainy Night
At 10:30 p.m., a violent storm raged outside the window. Lightning illuminated the rain-soaked window, and thunder roared.

The older cousin's screams were drowned out by the thunder.

He knelt on the ground in agony, his hands clasped together, pierced by a dagger. Thick blood gushed out, flowing along the cracks in the floor and into the bathroom.

The men wearing skull masks rummaged through drawers and cabinets in the living room. One of them lit a cigarette, sat on the sofa, and said calmly, "Tell me, where did they go?"

After the screams subsided, the older cousin's nerves, which had been stimulated by the pain, gradually relaxed, but he was still gasping for breath from the pain: "I don't know, I really don't know anything. Mr. Zhai saw us once yesterday and then left... I'll give you whatever you want, just don't touch my parents."

The masked man scoffed and turned around to take a look.

My aunt had already fainted, and there was a foul, fishy smell coming from her pants; she had probably lost control of her bladder from fright.

Only the eldest uncle, kneeling on the ground with a gun pointed at his head, forced himself to speak through sheer terror: "We still have a house to pay off our debts. If you kill me, no one will be able to complete the transfer of ownership. If you kill us, you'll get nothing..."

The masked man tapped him on the head with his revolver and sneered, "Even if you sell the house, it won't pay off the debt."

The uncle was covered in cold sweat; his leg had been broken and he couldn't feel it at all.

He knew these people were desperate criminals, so he had no choice but to offer his last bargaining chip: "I have a nephew and a niece, and they own a shop. My niece is very pretty, and I can lure her out. As for my nephew, you can take him if you want. I'm their relative, and I can explain to the school... As long as I cooperate with your scheme, no one will find out they've disappeared."

His throat bobbed; he was clearly nervous.

This was his only bargaining chip.

The goal is simply to survive.

There was a snap.

My uncle was knocked to the ground by the butt of a rifle, his head bleeding profusely.

The older cousin's eyes widened in fury: "Dad!"

"Idiot, don't you know what your brother does? The Wanghai Road Police Station sends special police to keep an eye on that brother and sister every day. Do you think I don't know?"

The masked man chuckled coldly: "However, I am indeed somewhat interested in your nephew and niece. But it's not just about the money; I'm simply curious to see if they possess anything I desire."

This requires a bit of skill, and it definitely needs your cooperation to avoid the police's surveillance. Hmm, but now they have company bodyguards protecting them, which is really troublesome. No, it's too dangerous; we'll have to get Boss Zhai here again.”

boom.

One shot.

My aunt's shoulder blade was ripped open and left a bloody hole.

The father and son screamed in terror at the same time.

Tell me, where are the others?

The masked man's voice became hoarse: "Boss Zhai couldn't have disappeared for no reason. Could it be that you and that brother and sister are in cahoots? Are you all putting on a show?"

"No, we don't!"

The uncle shouted at the top of his lungs, trying to get the neighbors next door to hear him and call the police for help.

The older cousin was pinned to the ground, unable to move, with the barrel of a revolver pointed at his temple. He protested, "I really didn't lie to you. Mr. Zhai went to Zhongfu Street! It must have been my cousin who did it... No doubt about it. My cousin may have recently gotten involved with the underworld. He's the one who killed him."

The living room fell into dead silence.

The masked man squinted, remaining silent.

"Boss, we need to hurry. The other side of Fog Mountain has been opened, and the instructors are urging us to assemble. If we anger them, our passes will be confiscated, and we'll be in big trouble."

Someone whispered, "Let's take them away first."

The masked man hummed in agreement: "Indeed, the mission can't be completed in a short time, and we can't let it jeopardize our future."

The group exchanged glances, sealed the uncle's family with tape, tied them up, and prepared to take them away.

Someone was cleaning up the traces at the scene. Just as he was vigorously mopping the floor, he suddenly saw a dark shadow floating outside the rain-soaked French windows.

The dark figure had appeared out of nowhere and had clearly been watching them for a long time.

He was a guy wearing a baseball cap, his face was covered by sunglasses and a mask, and he was wearing a black hoodie, slim-fit jeans, and black sneakers.

Keep in mind that this is the height of the 27th floor; I have no idea how this person can fly in the air.

"Damn..."

The man let out a terrified scream.

That is at this moment.

With a bang, the French windows shattered, sending shards of glass flying everywhere, mingling with the torrential rain as it poured in, glistening and reflecting a cold light.

The scream was still stuck in his throat when the person was riddled with shards of glass from the explosion, bleeding profusely from his body.

Aihara burst through the window, his killing intent palpable.

The masked man suddenly became alert: "Who goes there?"

Gunshots rang out amidst the thunder.

Faint, yet brimming with murderous intent.

Aihara casually waved his hand, and in an instant, it was as if an invisible torrent swept over him, deflecting all the bullets aimed at him.

Based on his observation, each of these thugs was in the stress phase of level zero. At this stage, their abilities were probably not fully developed, only their physical attributes had evolved, and they were considered novice level.

In other words, today is the "Fishpond Bureau" (a local term referring to a specific type of fishing pond).

Shocked, the thugs swarmed forward, pulling out daggers and attacking from all directions, attempting to strangle him.

But Aihara didn't move at all.

With a loud crash, a vase in the living room smashed hard onto the head of one of the thugs, shards of porcelain mixed with blood splattering everywhere.

Sharp porcelain shards briefly hovered in mid-air before piercing the bodies of the thugs rushing from behind like blades. Some were only pierced in the chest, while others had their throats pierced.

The coffee table was overturned with a bang, slamming hard onto the foreheads of the last two people. The enormous impact instantly knocked them to the ground, sending countless shards of glass flying in all directions.

crush.

The battle ended with overwhelming force.

This is the difference between the creative stage and the reactive stage.

In the end, only the masked man who was leading the group remained. He growled, "Evolve!"

The revolver in the masked man's hand trembled, as if it had become one with his flesh and blood.

The metal revolver, devoured by flesh and fascia, revealed grotesque veins that seemed to undulate as if breathing, brewing a violent killing intent.

In an instant, Aihara sensed the threat posed by the revolver; the weapon seemed to have evolved.

This revolver seemed to have come to life! What a pity.

Aihara took half a step forward and raised his hand again.

The masked man's hand trembled as he pulled the trigger.

Not because of fear.

Rather, he was unable to pull the trigger.

It was as if the trigger was stuck in place by something.

The masked man became even more terrified. The revolver seemed to be out of his control, trembling and gradually shifting away from its target.

It was as if someone had grabbed his wrist and forcibly moved the muzzle of the revolver away, and he was powerless to stop them.

He tried his best, but to no avail.

There was a click.

The masked man's arm was dislocated by a tremendous force, and the sudden, intense pain made his vision go black.

But his hand did not drop, nor did the revolver fall from his hand; instead, it was pointed at his own forehead!
His right hand was being controlled!

Aihara raised his hand and unleashed an invisible brute force once more, slamming the masked man against the wall like a giant wave, instantly creating cracks in the hard surface.

The massive shock left the masked man's mind blank, and he instinctively let out a cry of pain.

The moment he opened his mouth, the revolver was shoved into it, forcefully prying open his teeth, the barrel pressed against his throat, making him almost gag.

The masked man was overwhelmed by immense terror and shame.

His eyes were filled with terror, and his whole body was trembling.

Aihara watched this scene coldly.

Actually, he didn't have such an exaggerated number this morning. It was only after the morning training that his Alaya consciousness ability was further developed.

Now, the limit of Alaya consciousness's output is getting higher and higher, basically approaching the full power he can exert in close combat, and there is even hope that he can surpass it in the future.

Furthermore, he discovered a mechanic during the battle.

The output of Alaya consciousness fluctuates with the rise and fall of his emotions; the more agitated he is, the stronger his power becomes.

"Looks like there's a pleasant surprise in store."

Aihara said hoarsely.

Originally, I just wanted to arrest my uncle's family and ask them some questions.

Unexpectedly, we encountered an Easter egg.

Compared to interrogating his uncle's family, who are just ordinary people, it would be more efficient to directly question these people behind the scenes.

"You are……"

My older cousin looked up in surprise.

Aihara suddenly turned around and stared, his eyes, which seemed to glow with molten gold beneath his sunglasses, shining like the stern gaze of an ancient dragon.

In the silence, a high-pitched dragon roar seemed to rise. Before the older cousin could finish speaking, he let out a scream as his limbs were crushed into pieces, a gruesome sight.

My uncle was nearly scared to death, but he was swept away by a brute force and slammed hard against the wall.

If that hit were to kill someone, they'd be mentally disabled if they didn't die.

Aihara showed no mercy.

When this family decided to sell Xiaosi, they were already destined for hell.

A tremendous fear exploded in the masked man's heart.

He realized it.

This attacker was extremely brutal.

"Now, it's time to have a proper talk."

With his hands in his pockets, Aihara used his violent mental energy to crush the masked man on the wall, exerting force inch by inch.

The masked man felt the mournful cries of his bones, as if they were on the verge of breaking under the increasing pressure.

Especially the revolver stuffed in his mouth.

The sound of the magazine turning.

It was as if it were demanding a life.

"You're hunters, right?"

The masked man's pupils suddenly contracted; clearly, he felt panicked after his identity was exposed.

Aihara raised a finger.

The masked man's phone floated out of his pocket.

But it wasn't an Apple phone given away by the company.

It was a second-hand counterfeit phone.

"Quite cautious."

These thugs wouldn't be carrying company equipment when they come to commit violence; it would be a huge loss if they were exposed.

Aihara guessed that their equipment was probably in the car, in the underground parking lot, if nothing unexpected happened.

The masked man endured the pain and struggled in vain. Then, his mask was peeled off by an invisible hand, revealing a gloomy face covered with scars.

"Next, I ask and you answer."

Aihara clenched his right hand: "If I answer incorrectly..."

There was a click.

The two people struggling under the coffee table had their necks snapped, their masks fell off, revealing terrified faces.

He easily reaped two lives, but Aihara felt no burden whatsoever. It was as if he had stepped on two ants, utterly indifferent.

This is his true nature; when people gain power, their inner cruelty is unleashed, especially when faced with threats.

"That's how it ends."

(End of this chapter)