Chapter 164: Fight to the Death
Chapter 164: Fight to the Death
The small house had its windows nailed shut with wooden planks, making it a sealed prison.
The entire room was filled with various foul smells—the stench of urine mixed with excrement, along with an unusually putrid odor.
The floor beneath his feet had dried brown bloodstains, and a light bulb hanging from the ceiling emitted a dim, yellowish glow as it swayed slightly.
In the corner lay several corpses, all clearly naked. The only covering on the deceased was a dirty cloth draped over their faces.
Fang Jing also noticed an iron cage at the back of the room, the kind used for wild animals.
Inside was a shriveled, mummy-like corpse—that of a child.
He reached out to examine the other bodies and found that most were teenagers, many of whom seemed underage.
Fang Jing recalled what Joel had told him: one of Susaka’s hottest businesses was human trafficking. Susaka gathered people from all over Southeast Asia, most of them young girls. Those caught by Susaka were detained, imprisoned, abused, and beaten like slaves.
In the future, these captives would have to endure starvation as domestic slaves or be forced into prostitution.
This human trafficking operation was naturally Susaka’s biggest money-making venture.
With just a quick glance, Fang Jing could guess that the children who died here either succumbed to cruel torture by Susaka’s men or fell ill and were left to die without treatment, their bodies temporarily discarded in this place.
Behind the factory lay a vast forest. Burying the bodies there would conceal everything in darkness. For Susaka’s group, disposing of corpses was all too easy.
In an instant, endless rage burned in his heart.
“These scumbags all deserve to die.”
At that moment, Fang Jing’s inner fury was unimaginable. To vent this negative emotion, only a brutal and bloody killing would suffice.
In that very second, Fang Jing sentenced Susaka and his lackeys to death in his mind.
He hid the corpse of the man from earlier and quietly closed the door.
Fang Jing wanted to check if there were any other abducted people in the factory area.
He pushed open another door in the adjacent room and saw a worn-out army cot.
A young girl lay on the bed. She had brown skin, likely abducted from South Asia. Her body was very thin, probably around eleven or twelve years old, and her lower body was a mess.
Fang Jing remembered that the man he had killed earlier seemed to have come from this room. He could roughly guess what had happened.
“Absolute beasts. Too bad he got off easy.”
If he had known about the man’s actions earlier, Fang Jing would not have let him die so easily.
He was about to leave because the girl’s breathing was faint, and she probably wouldn’t last much longer.
However, he paused, let out a surprised sound, and moved closer.
“This will of anger is intense! This is interesting. She held on solely through rage and hatred.”
Fang Jing originally planned to leave, but as he glanced sideways, he noticed a faint yet firm red glow around the girl—it was the “Fierce Wrath” Fate Grade sensing anger.
He checked the girl’s body and found she still had a breath of life, clinging on stubbornly. However, her entire body bore signs of abuse, and she was severely malnourished.
Moreover, her open mouth revealed that her teeth had clearly been pulled out deliberately.
Upon discovering this, Fang Jing was even more enraged. He had heard an old saying: “The upper limit of humanity can never be overestimated, but the lower limit should never be underestimated.”
Without today’s experience, he might not have understood the meaning of those words.
The cold glint in his eyes grew stronger, and the rage in his chest became even harder to suppress.
Thinking of this, he gave a cold laugh and turned to leave the house.
“First, capture someone alive and ask if there are any other abducted people.”
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Em yawned. He really couldn’t stand Fujita. The guy always found excuses to slip away and laze off after doing just a little work.
“FUCK! That pig probably went upstairs to find a woman again?”
He cursed under his breath and headed toward the staircase. Just as he reached the stairs, a figure appeared behind him. A large hand grabbed the back of his neck and lifted him into the air. Em’s vision went black, and he lost consciousness instantly.
A moment later, a sharp slap rang out.
Em’s face was struck, and half of it swelled up.
When he came to, he found his hands tied and his mouth stuffed with a rag.
A man in a military raincoat stood before him.
“Do you speak Japanese?”
The question was in English. Em nodded frantically.
“Good, that makes things simpler…”
Fang Jing pulled out a military dagger—he had found it while searching Em earlier. He crouched down, pressed the blade against Em’s throat. Em whimpered in fear, trying to back away.
“Listen carefully… In a moment, I’ll remove the rag from your mouth. Then, I’ll ask questions, and you’ll answer. If I’m satisfied, you’ll be fine. If you dare scream, you’ll die.”
He first spoke in Japanese, then repeated it in English, staring expressionlessly at the foreigner.
The military dagger in his hand gleamed coldly. One look was enough to know the weapon was extremely sharp.
Em had no choice but to nod desperately.
During the following Q&A, Fang Jing found he was somewhat lucky. This Em was a small supervisor in the factory, managing over a dozen people.
As a supervisor, Em naturally knew quite a bit about the factory and the Villa Area.
“There aren’t many people at the factory. Most rest in the dormitory area at night, but there are also some on duty for guard and patrol.”
Susaka both smuggled firearms and produced them himself. This factory hadn’t been open for long and mainly produced counterfeit imitations.
“The secret factory originally had a warehouse for storing ‘goods.’ A batch of ‘goods’ was shipped out not long ago, so it’s currently empty. The girl upstairs and her companions were probably sent here routinely for Em and his group to vent their animalistic desires…”
About half of Susaka’s men were foreigners illegally staying in the country. Going out to find prostitutes was impossible, so they could only use the abducted women as playthings.
“Good. Then there’s nothing to worry about.”
He took off his gloves, reached out, and tore open Em’s throat. Even with his mouth stuffed, Em made no sound as he struggled violently on the ground.
Blood gushed from his throat. Em’s veins bulged as his limbs twitched and his body convulsed, but his strength gradually faded.
Meanwhile, Fang Jing calmly mixed the paint thinner and cleaner he had found, then poured it over the gathered quilts, rags, and Em’s body.
Whoosh!
He lit the lighter from Em’s pocket and tossed it.
A burst of orange flame quickly ignited.
The flames spread through this sinful space.
These accelerants weren’t hard to find in a place that manufactured firearms. It seemed these people didn’t have much safety awareness.
He had already wrapped the little girl in a bedsheet, slung her over his shoulder, and jumped down from the building.
The factory workshop had too many flammable materials. Once Fang Jing set the fire, it raged fiercely within minutes. Thick black smoke billowed upward in an instant.
The workers in the arms factory noticed the fire.
The flames spread from upstairs to downstairs, and even inside the workshop, the smell of burning filled the air.
Some tried to put out the fire but found both main doors closed and blocked from the outside.
“Help! Help!”
“Quick! Let me out, let me leave this place!”
“Fire… it’s on fire, it’s burning!”
The factory had terrible safety measures. There were no fire-fighting equipment and no other escape doors.
Fang Jing could imagine what kind of fate awaited those trapped inside.
“Fire cannot purify the evil made by these scumbags, but at least this fire can make them suffer before they die!”
Behind him, the factory was completely burning in fierce flames. Half of the entire building was swallowed by thick smoke and fire.
In that space filled with flammable materials, an explosion erupted from inside. A violent, muffled sound burst out like a heavy thunderclap.
The mercenaries and workers who came to put out the fire were all startled. Someone’s legs went weak, and they fell to the ground.
This fire could not be easily put out, and he took the chance to freely start killing.
“Scumbags, don’t resist pointlessly. You’re all going to die anyway…”
He had pre-activated an Inner Ghost Gate. Surging power erupted inside him like a volcano.
The current Fang Jing had astonishing attribute stats.
In his mind, his own values appeared.
Name: Nishizuka Tsukasa
Age: 17
Occupation: Primary Fate Devourer
Fate Hue: Bronze
Strength Attribute: 7.5
Physique Attribute: 8.6
Speed Attribute: 7.3
Stamina Attribute: 1.0
Mental Attribute: 3.0
Over this period, to grind back his Stamina value, he had learned many skills. The current him was completely different from the person he was months before.
After the Inner Ghost Gate doubled the boost, his Strength jumped to “15,” his Physique reached “17.2,” and his Speed reached “14.6.”
The values of the three main attributes rose again. Combined with the boost from the Ghost Gate Art, Fang Jing at this moment seemed like a ghost or god descending to the world.
He walked straight toward the people trying to put out the fire.
“Wait, who are you?”
A few mercenaries noticed this unfamiliar face. Fang Jing gave a dark laugh, reached out, and slapped forward. One mercenary’s head was shattered. Another man who tried to raise a gun at him had his entire jaw and tongue torn off bloodily and thrown to the ground.
With a “squelch,” blood covered the ground. The mercenary without a jaw dropped his gun, knelt on the ground, and stretched out his hands helplessly. His eyes held only pain and despair.
Fang Jing smiled coldly, kicked out with one foot, and his whole body shot out like a cannonball. He flew ten meters and landed in front of a group of armed men rushing out.
“Wh-what kind of monster is this!”
Even though they held guns, seeing their companion’s miserable death, fear still seized their hearts.
“Die!”
Fang Jing leaped up, dashed forward swiftly, and pounced at the group of armed men. They shouted wildly, raising pistols and submachine guns to fire continuously. But Fang Jing was like a ghostly shadow. The “Sickle Foot” footwork of Cloud Dragon Willow let him dodge strangely.
He vanished, and when he reappeared, his Nukite pierced a man’s heart. Then he forcefully grabbed and ripped out a living heart.
“This can’t be human… This must be a monster, a demon, a devil!”
At that moment, everyone who saw Fang Jing display his “skill” of killing and heart-ripping had such an exaggerated thought emerge in their hearts.
Many of the people present were desperadoes.
Nearly all had blood on their hands and carried one or two lives on their backs.
A death or two meant nothing in their eyes.
But when killing someone, to reach out, grab, and rip out a heart—that was not something a human could do.
“Monster! This guy is a monster!”
Someone yelled while raising a gun to fire repeatedly. Fang Jing laughed loudly, dodged the bullets, and moved at a strange angle. He circled behind the man and pressed both hands on his head.
Crack!
Two iron palms squeezed with force, like bursting a watermelon.
Blood and brain matter mixed into a red-white fluid splattered out, splashing all over the faces of those nearby.
“Devil… This is a devil!”
Hooking out a heart, crushing a person’s skull—such scenes in an instant were extremely brutal and terrifying to the extreme.
How could this be something a human could do? In this world, only demons and monsters killed by ripping out hearts and crushing heads.
Only then did the followers of Susaka realize what they were facing.
“You said ‘devil’… Where is this ‘devil’!”
A figure swooshed as it flew over. In mid-air, its movement resembled a monkey leaping between trees. With one rise and fall, it stepped on someone’s shoulder and flew close to where Fang Jing was. With a “swish,” five blade-like claws reached for his face.
“You! You are the devil! Go back to hell!”
Demar in a leather jacket suddenly appeared. He stretched out a hand fitted with metal blades, like Freddy Krueger’s steel claw, trying to grab and tear Fang Jing’s face apart.