sinovels Chapter 61 Biological Instinct
Chapter 61 Biological Instinct
Chapter 61 Biological Instinct
8:10 PM, the Torture Chamber Club.
The passageway to the washroom.
Walking through this deserted passage, every step echoed, and my own breathing was amplified many times over.
It felt as if the entire passageway was alive, with a bone-chilling coolness and dim lighting enveloping you, making your eyelids feel heavy, as if countless eyes hidden in the shadows were staring at you without blinking from behind doors, in mirrors, and through cracks in walls.
In front of the mirror at the altar of the Allied Ones.
As Fu Jianzhou stood there, the reflection in the mirror became distorted and blurry when the light flickered, his features fading into a blurry blur, leaving only a hunched outline. With the slightest movement, the outline would twist and turn, as if something unfamiliar was stuck behind the mirror.
As a lifetime contract worker, he has violated the agreement. His cultivation has not yet been recovered, the use of exoskeletons is prohibited in the torture chamber, and his mechanical arms have been removed.
Both arms were covered with thick calluses with spiral-shaped serrations. After wearing the robotic arms for many years, they were suddenly removed, and the skin became extremely sensitive, extremely itchy, and when the wind blew, it felt like cold water was running over the nerves of a decayed tooth.
He realized he was going to die, and in his current state, he couldn't defeat the boxers he relied on for a living.
But this was exactly the result I wanted, and I couldn't help but feel a bit scared afterward.
What I fear is not death itself, but a kind of indescribable emptiness.
All obsessions, all pain, even base pleasures, will become an echo at the end of the labyrinth, crashing against the wall of nothingness without a sound, fading away forever, never to return.
He stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom, scooped up some water to wash his face, and then slowly turned the faucet back on, as if doing so would buy him some time.
But when she looked up, a man appeared without warning by the sink beside her. He walked silently, and their eyes met in the mirror of the sink.
He was wearing a khaki trench coat and a felt hat with a turned-up brim. He had an ordinary appearance, nothing memorable, and blended into the crowd.
"Don't choose destruction; you can still leave."
The man in the trench coat had a hoarse voice.
His exposure and death meant the loss of contact with all his downlines; if it were just a matter of issuing reminders, that would still be manageable.
But Fu Jianzhou had already signed a contract for medical trial participants, and in his world, any contract must be obeyed.
"Who are you?"
"I can't tell you, but the important thing is that you made the wrong choice. I can help you leave."
The man in the trench coat was looking at him in the mirror.
"No—I can't leave, and besides, why are you helping me?"
"You've made too many wrong choices, harming not only yourself but also others. This is the last time, don't make the wrong choice. Your innate instincts are closer to the right path than any written rules. Aren't you afraid of dying?"
"This is none of your business."
Despite Fu Jianzhou's words, he was stunned for a long time. There was no other way but to pay off the debt. The gang members could arbitrarily change the amount, and no one could punish them.
In the end, he turned his back and left, while the man in the trench coat just silently watched his retreating figure.
Kabuki district, a dark alleyway one kilometer away from the torture chamber club.
Inside a bread truck.
Because of yesterday's events, Yuan Jingang and Kuang Bin's group have been placed on a wanted list by the Spider Gang. The gang is wealthy and powerful, so they can naturally hire assassins to kill.
They couldn't act ostentatiously and just walk into the club; they would find a quiet corner to hide in and wait for the right moment to make their move.
"Are we making our move tonight?"
Kuang Bin sat in the passenger seat and, just in case, had received an injection of an inhibitor to counteract the effects of the treatment.
"There's a high probability they'll take action, but we don't know yet."
Yuan Jingang opened the car window, propped his hand outside, flicked his cigarette ash, and still couldn't fully understand Wang Qing's thoughts.
If nothing goes wrong tonight and Wang Qing's negotiations succeed, the cigar-smoking man will become the acting leader of the Spider Gang.
So Kuang Bin and his group will have to take down the Spider Gang leader later. When the gang holds a new election for leader, they will support the Cigar Man to take the position. He is determined to have more businesses in Kabukicho and will support him from behind the scenes.
Wang Qing wanted to find out who was behind the Spider Gang so that he could infiltrate from the other side, eliminate the mastermind, and finally gain complete control.
Otherwise, it will be another person's leg, continuing the old system of paying tribute, and the manipulators behind the scenes, making those who collect protection money pay protection money, are the ones who have truly ascended to the table of power.
If things turn sour, the background of the person in charge is still unknown, so we must proceed with caution.
If a problem occurs.
If negotiations fail, violence will be the only option. Xiao Su has acquired such high-quality goods and will not turn back to the Spider Gang. A conflict is inevitable, so we must strike first.
The torture chamber club, being their most popular venue with VIPs, was disrupted to give them a warning.
We've also received reliable intelligence that the Spider Gang's leader will be at the Torture Chamber Club today because there are VIPs there.
In any case, we'll have to make our move at the torture chamber club later.
"After we finish this tonight, the debt will be wiped clean, but Uncle Des, if I don't die in the ring and you guys come looking for money again, that'll be a problem. If you step on my landmine, don't let my nice guy persona fool you."
The backstage lounge of the boxing ring.
Wang Qing is in excellent condition, in Liu Ziwen's words.
The rich and powerful love watching poor but noble people take out loans to cultivate immortality and fight each other—it's a shameless and ruthless spectacle.
Like fighting crickets, fighting against the heavens, the earth, and other people is not as good as sitting still and watching the battle of trapped beasts.
Wang Qing is clearly someone who has fallen into the abyss of debt. His fighting possesses boundless magic, and his violent hatred and raging fury are indescribable, exquisitely pure things.
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It's in excellent condition.
So save them for later, don't rush them all at once and make the later battles boring.
"The account has already been transferred. You still didn't read the contract carefully. If you die, we will have to provide financial compensation because K7 Meridian Vitality Agent is very dangerous. Even if you live, we will still have to provide the subjects with high compensation. The contract is a legitimate contract. In a society governed by the rule of law, we must abide by the law. It's just that you won't receive the money. Whether it's financial compensation or high compensation, it will just make up for the debt you borrowed."
The cigar-smoking man was surprisingly easy to talk to, even though he was only at the third level of Qi Refining. He only respected the strong, and this young man was really tough, taking life and death lightly. If he didn't die later, he could join him in the underworld.
"Wow, that's a perfect closed loop."
Wang Qing was genuinely impressed by this flawless logic. The laws of Cangzhou had truly been figured out by these local thugs. While not entirely ineffective, they were like the beef on a instant noodle package that was only for reference.
Because a big shot was going to be there today, the backstage dressing room was full of guys who had signed waivers.
Different rest rooms represent different teams of competitors. You can't put your future life-or-death rivals in the same rest room, otherwise they won't be as fierce when they meet.
There are very few boxers who make a living by fighting to the death; who among decent people fights to the death every day?
The vast majority of them were in the same situation as Wang Qing, having been brought here by the Spider Gang's casino, loan sharking, and money lending operations.
Everyone in this rusty lounge felt like they were wrapped in an airtight iron box, with a sense of oppression emanating from all directions. Their palms were sweaty, and their fingertips were clenched so tightly that they turned white, yet there wasn't even a crack in the wall to release their pent-up emotions.
Time stretched out infinitely in this atmosphere, and every minute and every second felt like a brutal ordeal.
Fu Jianzhou is also in this group, but he is somewhat different from the others.
He had calculated that selling the house and adding his savings could help Fu Jun pay off his online loans, but this was the only way to get past the Spider Gang.
He was just editing the text message, but he had no idea what to say.