Abyss Dominator System-Chapter 13 - 10 The Demon of the East

"Dingdong~!"

"Your account has received a transaction!"

A crisp female English voice prompt sounded.

In the suburban factory, the phone of the black henchman rang. He unlocked the phone, checked the transfer information, and then nodded to the boss with unrestrained joy, saying, "Boss, the money's in the account."

"Hmm, good job, guys! Let's go!"

The black gang leader nodded in satisfaction. Half a million US dollars was enough for the brothers to spend for quite a long time. As for the aftermath? The financier had already promised to help them with that, no worries needed!

The gang leader tucked the toyed gun back into his waist, hopped off the container, and strode out with his brothers.

At this moment.

"Boom!"

The roar of a huge engine came from outside the deserted factory, and a bright red Maserati drifted past, crushing the weeds, the sound of the car wild and restless.

"Snap!"

The blindingly white headlights directly shone into the abandoned factory, almost blinding the black men's eyes.

"Who's there!"

The black men instantly tensed up and collectively drew their guns.

Who would come to such a godforsaken place in the middle of the night?

Bai Yan got out of the sports car, his eyes flickering with a sharp murderous intent, he whispered, "This is the place."

"Master, are you looking for these black ghosts? Are they your friends?"

Jinx asked with some confusion, being a member of the Blood Clan she was very sensitive to human scents.

She could sense the presence of a considerable number of black men in the abandoned factory, which was her least favorite human scent. Proud as a swan, she normally wouldn't choose to consume the blood of black men.

"Friends?"

Bai Yan smiled faintly and said, "No, they are not my friends. They are my enemies."

Jinx couldn't help shivering; she felt a faint hatred and intense murderous intent in Bai Yan's tone!

My god, great Satan!

What on earth did these poor black ghosts do to harbor such resentment from a purebred Demon!

Jinx felt somewhat sorry for the group of black men in the factory. Don't you realize what terrifying entity you've provoked?

Jinx's expression was very respectful: "Master, do you need my help?"

"No, this is personal. Stay here."

Bai Yan shook his head and walked towards the abandoned factory.

...

"Bang!!!"

The rusty iron door of the factory was violently kicked open from the inside out, flying backwards, causing the already nervous black men to swiftly draw their guns from their waists.

The black gang leader, fighting back the panic in his heart, looked towards the dark space at the entrance, guns swaying, and shouted loudly, "Who's out there!"

"Someone who's come to settle accounts with you."

Bai Yan's chilly voice rang faintly.

A mournful moonlight poured down, the faint moonlight revealing the gaunt figure of a human man. He stepped inside, facing the dark muzzles.

"Click!"

A black man turned on a flashlight, and the white light shone over, revealing Bai Yan in front of the black men.

A tall figure, in a bloodstained and mud-covered tattered shirt and jeans - why does this person look so familiar?

"Boss! It's the Hua Xia man we just took down!"

A black man recognized Bai Yan, shouting in fright.

Damn it!

Didn't we just break his limbs and cut out his tongue?

How can he still appear here intact!

"For god's sake, are you human? Or a ghost!"

A black man couldn't help shouting out loud, his eyes nervously darting about, facing the unknown always invokes involuntary fear.

This man, who had become a disabled person, why is he showing up before them again!

Could it be that God has manifested himself?

Many black men nervously swallowed spit; hands holding guns also started to wobble.

"Of course I'm human."

Bai Yan spoke faintly, his steps continuing relentlessly.

Every step he took seemed to tread on the black men's hearts, causing an unstoppable sense of panic and suffocation.

You're human?

Then how can you speak! How can you still walk! Weren't your tongue cut off, and your legs broken?

You're a monster!

"Damn it, dog crap! Shoot, kill him!"

The black gang leader was furiously enraged, shouting in English: "Even if he's a monster, what does it matter, we took him down before, we can kill him again now!"

The black gang leader, holding his gun, looked at Bai Yan with disdainful eyes.

Just a foreign student, even if he is a monster, how could he beat all of us gunmen?

Obviously, the guns in their hands gave the black men a sense of security, enough for them to dare face any unknown.

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"Bang! Bang! Bang Bang Bang!"

As the words of the black gang leader fell, the tense black men hurriedly pulled the trigger, and the bullets flew towards Bai Yan like a tide!

Bai Yan's eyes narrowed instantly at the moment the gunfire started, feeling the threat of death.

His pupils turned pitch black in an instant, once again undergoing a demonic transformation into his second identity!

"Whoosh~! Whoosh~!"

The sound of bullets whizzing through the air was clearly audible beside Bai Yan's ears.

"Thump!"

Bai Yan stomped on the ground forcefully, his body slightly bending.

"Whoosh!"

At the moment the black men fired their guns, Bai Yan sprang out like a cheetah!

Bai Yan was extremely fast, his powerful physical condition honed in the Abyssal plane now made him like a superhuman!

Both his strength and speed had surpassed the limits of humanity!

In an instant, Bai Yan charged in front of a black man.

"Bang!"

Bai Yan's right leg, like lightning, violently thrust forward and fiercely hit the black man's stomach, making a thunderous sound.

"Spurt!"

The black gunman spat out blood, his face pale as death, his eyes bulging out.

The two-meter-tall, strong black gunman was viciously kicked and sent flying by Bai Yan, crashing into numerous other gunmen.

"What are you doing!"

The black leader couldn't help but shout out, his voice trembling with horror.

Was this guy really a monster?

He had perfectly dodged all of the bullets!

Even though it was just a handgun, the bullets were not slow, and ordinary human reflexes simply couldn't keep up with the speed of the bullets!

"What am I doing? I'm here to kill today!!!"

Bai Yan's aura violently burst forth, fully unleashing the demonic traits hidden within his body!

Bai Yan's black hair moved as if alive, his eyes changing from pitch black to a blood red, emitting an evil aura to the extreme that shrouded the vicinity, making breathing difficult for the group of black gunmen.

"Roar!"

The howling illusion of the Small Inferior Demon with a gaping maw briefly appeared and then disappeared over Bai Yan's enraged face.

Returning kindness with kindness, and repaying enmity with vengeance!

That was Bai Yan's principle!

"Today, I will teach you an old saying from Hua Xia: 'He who kills shall be killed!'"

With an indifferent smile, Bai Yan viciously grabbed a black gunman's neck, lifting him high up.

"You!... Let go of me!"

The black man's face turned a choked red, grabbing at Bai Yan's arm, his legs dangling and flailing wildly.

The air in his lungs was rapidly depleting, his eyes rolling back in his head, his body beginning to feel light and floaty—a sign of oxygen deprivation.

The rest of the black men had expressions of disbelief on their faces. How could such a skinny guy lift a two-meter-tall, over-200-pound man with one hand?

"Killing you is all too easy!"

Bai Yan sneered coldly. A group of mere mortals daring to provoke a Demon?

They were asking for death!

The darkened Bai Yan was filled with a murderous intent, his violent aura engulfing him, pressing on the hearts of the black gunmen like a heavy stone, making it hard for them to breathe.

"Crack!"

With a slight twist of Bai Yan's right hand, the black gunman's neck was completely crushed by the immense force.

The black gunman's head tilted, dead!

"Whoosh!"

Bai Yan moved swiftly, surpassing these black men's understanding of human speed.

Their pitiful reflexes and eyeballs couldn't capture Bai Yan's shape at all!

Bai Yan grabbed another black gunman, lifting him high with one hand! Another kill executed!

"Shoot! Shoot him! Kill this monster!"

The black leader was sweating profusely, yelling hoarsely, his eyes bloodshot.

The remaining black gunmen panicked. They were just a bunch of street brawlers from Mo City, and naturally, they were extremely afraid of Bai Yan, who killed without blinking an eye.

"Bang! Bang!"

A fresh magazine was already loaded; gunshots rang out rapidly, but they could not stop the arrival of the Grim Reaper.

As Bai Yan had said, what these black men were facing was not the human Bai Yan, but Bai Yan the Demon!

A purebred Demon!

Evil and mighty!

Bai Yan's face was extremely cold, his movements as fast as lightning, charging in front of several black gunmen.

His hands flashed like lightning, each strike hitting a vital point, effortlessly breaking the necks of the remaining black gunmen.

Killing was but a daily affair for a Demon.

The Demon is the most evil creature in the endless planes, the root of all that is evil!

Bai Yan glanced around, the ground littered with black corpses.

Armed with guns, they were no match for Bai Yan, whose physical condition was now undoubtedly superhuman, his speed as swift as the wind, his strength fierce as a tiger.

With his men buying him a bit of time, the black leader had luckily survived. Now he was terrified.

Looking at Bai Yan drawing closer, the black leader's voice trembled as he pleaded for mercy, "Don't... don't kill me!"

Gazing at the black leader, whose forehead was drenched with fine sweat and whose calves trembled, Bai Yan's eyebrows slightly furrowed, but his steps did not stop; he continued to walk forward.

Despite having a gun in hand, the black leader did not dare to shoot at this point!

More than ten men, seven or eight guns, they were no match for this man from Hua Xia!

Now alone with just one gun, how could he dare to provoke this Demon?

Yes!

He was a Demon!

An Eastern Demon who killed without an ounce of remorse!

Right now, the black leader's eyes were filled with nothing but horror and despair. He deeply regretted ever accepting the job from Li Feiwen.

If not for this ordeal today, his men would not have died tragically.

Nor would he have fallen into such a dire situation, his very life threatened.

In this moment, the black leader seemed to be able to understand the look of despair and pleading eagerness in the eyes of the innocents he had once hurt—the hope that they had that the black gunmen would spare them.

Unfortunately, there's no such thing as a pill for regret in this world...

The poor lamb, forever unaware, had provoked a true Demon!