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Chapter 59 "What...what kind of monster are you?!"

Boom!

The giant crocodile flew through the air in an arc, covering a distance of seven or eight meters, before crashing heavily into the cold, damp concrete wall behind it with a dull thud that made your teeth ache.

The walls shook, and dust fell in a flurry.

The crocodile slid to the ground, its limbs twitching, blood gushing from its mouth and nose, its head tilted at an odd angle, clearly dying.

All of this happened in the blink of an eye.

Another crocodile had already rushed forward. Faced with Vancan's ferocious and inhuman strength, it seemed to instinctively feel threatened, but its ferocity was aroused, and it became even faster. Its huge mouth opened and it bit Vancan's side!

Van Cane's hands shot out with lightning speed, one above and one below, precisely bracing the inside of the crocodile's upper and lower jaws!

The crocodile's greatest strength is its bite force. Instantly, its muscles bulge, and a terrifying bite force erupts, attempting to crush Van Can's hand along with his body!

However, Van Can's arms were bulging with muscles, as if they were not flesh and blood, but cast steel. No matter how hard the crocodile exerted its strength, its huge mouth did not budge and could not close even a fraction of an inch!

In an instant, the crocodile's dull eyes rolled in terror; it had never encountered such a situation before!

A cold glint flashed in Van Can's eyes, and he suddenly ripped his arms to the sides!

Crack!

The chilling sounds of bones breaking and muscles tearing filled the air!

The crocodile's tough jaw joint was violently torn off and shattered!

With a forceful pull of his hands, Van Can tore off the upper half of the crocodile's jaw and snout, along with part of its skull and flesh, as if tearing a rag!

Pfft—!

Hot blood gushed out like a fountain, splashing onto the dirty ground and Van Can's body.

The crocodile let out a shrill roar, or at least a roar, as its massive body writhed and twisted wildly, churning up mud and water that mingled with blood, turning the surrounding area a terrifying dark red.

A strong smell of blood instantly filled the air.

Vancan casually tossed away the bloody crocodile skull in his hand, letting the blood drip down his arm. He did not restrain his anger or his bloody methods.

The torture and intimidation these children have suffered far exceed what ordinary people can imagine. This bit of cruelty before their eyes cannot frighten them; perhaps—on the contrary—it can bring them a sense of relief from their long-suppressed hearts.

He raised his cold eyes and looked at the King of the Sewers before the throne.

"Impossible, are you even human?"

"What kind of monster are you?!"

The king of the sewers' sneer had long since frozen. He had witnessed his ferocious crocodile being torn apart like a toy, and the bloody and violent scene was shocking him.

When Van Cane spotted him again, he felt as if he were being stared at by a prehistoric Tyrannosaurus Rex, and he was so frightened that he stumbled backward and almost tripped over his own throne.

"You—you stay away!"

The King of the Sewers screamed, his voice trembling with fear, his single eye filled with panic. He suddenly reached out and grabbed the child who was still slumped on the ground and hadn't had time to run far. He gripped the child's neck tightly and held him in front of himself.

"If you come any closer, I'll feed him—feed him—"

He instinctively wanted to shout to feed his two precious crocodiles, but when he saw the crocodile struggling in a pool of blood and the other already dead, the words stuck in his throat.

"Come here, I'll strangle him! Back off, back off right now!"

"Threatening me?"

Van Can's eyes were cold, completely unmoved by the threat.

Swish!

The King of Sewers only felt a blur before his eyes!

The young man, covered in blood, seemed to have instantly traversed a distance of more than ten meters, appearing before him without warning!

He didn't even see how the other person moved!

The next moment, a fist stained with crocodile blood rapidly approached in his terrified, wide-open pupils.

boom!

A punch landed squarely on the face of the King of the Sewers.

Ugh!

The King of the Sewers' face was twisted and deformed, as if he had been hit head-on by a speeding truck. His skull was about to crack, and he flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing hard into the throne behind him and shattering the chair into pieces.

The child, just as he was released, before he even hit the ground, was caught steadily with Van Cane's other hand and gently placed on the ground.

The child, still shaken, stared blankly at Van Ken.

Van Can shook the blood off his hands, looked at the struggling, blood-spitting King of the Sewers, and spoke in a terrifyingly calm voice.

"Now, what leverage do you have left to threaten us with?"

The King of the Sewers coughed up blood, one side of his face was swollen high, and countless teeth had been knocked out. He looked at Van Can as if he were looking at a demon crawling out of hell.

One punch, just one punch. He had no doubt that if the other party had used a little more force, that punch could have shattered his skull.

"I didn't provoke you. Listen to me, these two kids stole your money, didn't they?"

I can hand over the two little brats to you to deal with.

I'll give you ten times, no, a hundred times the money—

He trembled, fear overwhelming his reason.

"I could have killed you with one punch, but killing you like that would have been too easy for you!"

I'm so sorry for what you did to these children!

As if he hadn't heard a thing, Van Can walked toward him step by step, his footsteps like those of the King of the Sewers, causing him to be swallowed by fear.

"You forced me to do this."

"My darling, guards, all of you come out and kill him!!"

Seeing that he couldn't negotiate with Vancan at all, the King of the Sewers mumbled incoherently and howled desperately into the depths of the sewers, his voice distorted with panic.

Splash! Splash!

More sounds of water could be heard.

In the darkness, seven or eight crocodiles, some of which were equally large and even more ferocious, crawled out from different puddles and passages!

Stimulated by the smell of blood and their owner's screams, their murky eyes gleamed with ferocity as they growled and charged toward Van Ken from all directions.

Each one resembled a small armored vehicle, its scales gleaming coldly in the lamplight, its thick tails swishing fiercely.

Facing the terrifying creatures that surrounded him, Van Ken remained expressionless.

He moved again, as fast as a black lightning bolt!

The first crocodile opened its massive jaws to bite, but Vancan darted past from the side, his right hand's five fingers pressed together like a knife, and with a sharp sound as if tearing through the air, he slashed hard at the weak spot where the crocodile's nape met its carapace!

Click!

The sickening sound of bones cracking!

The crocodile couldn't even let out a scream. Its massive body stiffened, and its spine was severed by the chop. It collapsed to the ground with a thud, its limbs twitching.

The second crocodile charged in from the side, but Van Can did not dodge or evade. His left leg lashed out like a guillotine, delivering a fierce whip kick that left a trail of afterimages as it struck the crocodile's side!

Thud, crack!

A dull thud was followed by the clear sound of ribs breaking!

The crocodile, weighing nearly several tons, was sent flying through the air by the kick. Its waist caved in at an exaggerated angle, and it slid softly against the wall, clearly beyond saving.