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Chapter 1 The Kill Begins
On the sea surface, the water rippled, and the moisture lingered, turning into a thick morning fog that covered the sea and the huge bay.
The verdant mountains and forests, shrouded in mist, resemble a natural ink painting.
In Lianjiang City, there is a dilapidated Erjing Alley.
The girl's cries shattered the tranquility of the early morning.
The doors and windows of the low houses were slightly ajar, and the people inside peered out cautiously.
"If you look again, I'll gouge your eyes out!"
Several hooligans, carrying short sticks, glared and shouted, scaring many people in the house into shrinking back, only daring to curse these beasts in their hearts.
"Ouch, what's wrong?" Zhao An regained consciousness, feeling a buzzing pain in his head, as if someone had drilled a hole in the skylight.
He instinctively touched his head and found his hand covered in blood.
"Thankfully it's just blood, not brain matter..."
He breathed a sigh of relief, then realized with a start that the hand touching his head and the fabric of his clothes were not his.
Thinking of this, a wave of unfamiliar memories flooded his mind, leaving him stunned in place.
"He's awake! Brother Zhao is awake!"
The two thugs standing nearby were overjoyed and quickly helped Zhao An up.
"Brother Zhao, how are you?" Seeing Zhao An standing there expressionless, Li Gou'er became a little uneasy again.
Has he been knocked senseless?
"I'm fine." Zhao An frowned, let out a long breath, and said in a muffled voice with a nasal tone.
The girl's cries and the hooligans' shouts around him were making him feel agitated.
However, he also sorted out his thoughts.
He died suddenly in his previous life; this time, he has transmigrated.
"The Great Wu Dynasty, this world has martial arts, and also witchcraft..."
"Another world!"
After Zhao Quan received all of his predecessor's memories, he gained a general understanding of his current situation.
His predecessor was a street thug, barely better than a low-level hoodlum. With his brave and ruthless nature, he became a small leader in the Tiger Head Gang.
He got into a fight with members of other gangs today and was accidentally beaten to death in the street.
"Turns out he was just a minor villain..."
Zhao An sighed inwardly, stood up, and looked up.
The annoying crying and screaming came from a drafty, low-ceilinged house.
Several hooligans were guarding outside the door. When they met Zhao An's gaze, whose head was covered in blood, their expressions turned panicked.
Zhao An is known for his ruthlessness and intense desire for revenge.
They hadn't expected that the few blows they had just delivered to the assailant wouldn't have killed him.
At the same time, Zhao An, who understood the cause and effect, strode forward decisively.
Whether in his past life or this one, he was incredibly robust, over eight feet tall, with broad shoulders and a thick waist, like a solid wall.
More importantly, he was never a gentle person who could be easily manipulated!
As they got closer, the hooligans panicked and instinctively wanted to back down.
One of them, blustering but cowardly, shouted, "Zhao An! You dare to come here again!"
No sooner had the other party finished speaking than Zhao An, without wasting any words, punched the rogue in the face with such force that it dislocated his chin.
The scoundrel didn't even utter a sound before rolling his eyes and collapsing to the ground.
"Kill him!" Upon seeing this, several other hooligans immediately jumped up and swung their short sticks.
Zhao An's eyes narrowed, and his movements became even faster. He grabbed the other man's hand that was holding the stick. The strength hidden in his thick arm far surpassed that of an ordinary person, and he managed to prevent the stick from falling even a little bit.
Another punch, even more ruthless, landed directly on the opponent's throat.
There was a cracking sound; the throat bone had shattered!
Just then, he was hit on the back with a stick. The burning pain made his eyes bloodshot and his whole body feel hot. He looked at the rascal behind him like a mad tiger.
That one glance was enough to make the other person's legs go weak, and they dared not strike a second time.
Zhao An, looking down from his vantage point, grabbed the other man's head with his large hand and slammed it against the stone wall.
The already flimsy stone wall was smashed open, leaving a large hole.
In the blink of an eye, three people were knocked down, their fates unknown. The remaining two hooligans, who were further away, dared not approach any closer.
Even with weapons in his hands, Zhao An was more like a raging tiger, terrifying to behold.
Zhao An ignored him and kicked open the door.
Inside the room, a burly, naked man with scabies on his head was haphazardly tearing at a young woman by the bedside.
An elderly woman lay unconscious on a wooden table nearby, while an old man with both legs broken lay on the ground.
The old man shouted himself hoarse, but he couldn't stop his daughter from being humiliated.
Zhao An suddenly burst in with a gust of foul wind, startling the naked man at the head of the bed.
Before the bald man could even turn over, Zhao An had already taken two steps closer and kicked him in the waist with great force, sending the big man crashing into the wall and breaking the bed board.
"Damn it, Zhao An, you bastard, you're really tough!" Xu San shouted angrily in pain.
When he opened his eyes, he saw Zhao An charging towards him like a tank, which frightened him so much that he pulled out a short knife for self-defense from the corner of the collapsed bed.
Just as he was about to stab Zhao An, Zhao An grabbed him instead. After only a moment of struggle, the short blade turned and stabbed into the naked man's own chest and abdomen.
Xu San's face was contorted with rage; he never imagined he would die today.
"Zhao An, this isn't over! The Python Gang won't let you get away with this! I'm waiting for you to come down and keep me company!" Even as he was about to die, Xu San didn't want to lose face, and he glared angrily.
Zhao An remained silent, raised his hand and swung his arm, then threw another punch, a punch as heavy as a cannon, slamming into the opponent's face and silencing him.
With blood dripping from the back of his hand, he slowly stood up and took a few deep breaths.
Zhao An's heart was now in turmoil.
He hadn't thought much about it just now; he acted mostly based on his past life's memories and instincts.
When they came to their senses, they realized they had already killed more than one person.
No matter how fierce he was, he couldn't remain calm at this moment.
Fortunately, in this world, murderers are as numerous as hairs on a cow, especially in gang fights, and even the government tacitly avoids getting involved.
He doesn't need to worry about going to jail.
His attention had now shifted to the area above the naked giant's head.
A faint red lettering appeared there.
【Xu San】
"Red name..." Zhao An looked at the girl who was curled up in a ball.
Words also appeared above the other person's head, but instead of red, they were extremely pale white.
【Lin Xiaoxiao】
As if sensing Zhao An's gaze, the girl's already panicked face turned even paler, completely drained of color.
Compared to the bald-headed Xu San who had just tried to assault her, Zhao An seemed far more terrifying to her, like a ghost.
Her two pale, white legs were trembling, and it looked like she was about to lose control and urinate on the spot.
"No, don't kill me! Master An, whatever you want, I'll give you!"
Upon hearing this, Zhao An remembered that the reason he had clashed with Xu San of the Python Gang today was because they had both taken a liking to the same girl and got into a fight while arguing over her.
In essence, he was no different from the bald man on the ground; they were all cut from the same cloth.
Of course, he's no longer in the mood for it.
His gaze then fell on the old man at his feet and the unconscious old woman on the table.
The words above their heads were semi-transparent and had no special color.
He had actually taken note of the few thugs from the Python Gang he had just killed; their names hovered above their heads—one pale red, two gray.
"Did you see the words on your head?" Zhao An pointed to the people in the room, then to his own head, and asked the girl.
Lin Xiaoxiao looked frightened and confused; she couldn't understand what Zhao An meant.
Seeing the other party's reaction, Zhao An understood that only he could see the words on the head.
It's not surprising that someone who transmigrated would have some special abilities.
His thoughts raced, and he realized that the different colors of the names he saw must represent different meanings.
At this moment, Xu San, the bald-headed man on the ground, had finished spitting out blood and breathed his last.
A faint red light flew out from his body, landed in his palm, and disappeared.
[Those who have committed numerous evils will be accepted as sinful souls!]