369: Chapter 369 We'll Meet in Hell

"Smiling Demon..."

Jia Liang squeezed out four words from his throat, his voice dry and hoarse.

Of course, he had heard of this notorious name.

This name was already almost synonymous with the Grim Reaper within the Noah Organization's Dongdu Branch.

Several experts within the organization, including cadres of the same rank as him, had perished at this person's hands.

As long as he targeted someone, without exception to this day, not a single living soul had survived.

Those bloody tragedies flashed rapidly through his mind, eventually overlapping with the ferocious and terrifying ghost face before him.

A wave of regret instantly flooded his entire body like a tide.

Jia Liang sat paralyzed on the ground, the intense pain and fear gripping his heart like countless cold hands.

He never could have imagined that he would personally face this legendary existence right here.

If he had known it was this murderous demon, he should have fled at the very first moment instead of foolishly trying to test the other's background.

Fang Cheng ignored the turbulent waves in his heart.

He picked up the canvas bag dropped on the ground on his own accord and took out the black hardcover notebook from inside.

Casually flipping open a few pages, his gaze swept across the paper.

It densely recorded many names, most of which he did not recognize.

But a few of them made his gaze freeze.

"Xiao Jianren... Xu Hao..."

Fang Cheng muttered inwardly.

The appearance of the two people's names here was somewhat expected.

However, besides them, some names were marked with special positions and identities in red ink.

It looked like they were all cadres of the Noah Organization.

Fang Cheng's heart stirred slightly as his fingers gently grazed the pages.

This list was very long, involving all walks of life, with both men and women.

Roughly counting, there were as many as thirty-six people, and the scope was clearly very broad.

"What do you want by investigating so many people?"

Fang Cheng closed the notebook and raised his eyes to look at Jia Liang, who was lying on the ground with a dazed expression.

His voice sounded very calm, yet it made Jia Liang shudder all over and tremble involuntarily.

"Hmph!"

Gritting his teeth, Jia Liang turned his head to the side.

At this moment, he had broken free from the sense of frustration of being completely crushed just now and put on an attitude of rather dying than submitting.

"Let me guess."

As if he didn't see the other's stubborn resistance, Fang Cheng said to himself:

"Quite a few people on the list are members of your organization. Are you guys conducting a massive internal purge?"

After asking casually, Fang Cheng paused, a hint of playfulness in his tone.

"Speaking of which, several recent accidents in the Noah Organization seem to have something to do with me."

"So, do you want to trace my clues by investigating these people?"

Fang Cheng stared at Jia Liang, his gaze behind the mask seeming to pierce through human hearts.

He clearly saw the other's body stiffen imperceptibly.

Thus, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly as he continued to ask:

"So, what progress have you made in your investigation now?"

Jia Liang still kept his mouth tightly shut, but his rapidly changing expression exposed the waves in his heart.

A terrifying thought suddenly surfaced in his mind.

Why would the Smiling Demon appear here?

Because he suspected Xiao Jianren, this suddenly popped up and unknown fellow, he sent those three useless trash to test his skills.

As a result, the three pieces of trash failed and were driven out of the teahouse.

Then, the Smiling Demon tracked him down so accurately.

That is to say...

The man who met with Xiao Jianren in the teahouse back then was not some ordinary expert at all.

Very likely, it was the Smiling Demon himself right before his eyes!

It was his own investigative action that lured him over!

Coupled with the thought that Xiao Jianren was a confidant of Red Tiger Gang leader Chen Chen.

And Chen Chen's frequent moves recently, seeming rather restless...

Between the two, it was definitely not a coincidence!

"Could it be... Chen Chen... He is colluding with outsiders..."

Jia Liang subconsciously squeezed out half a sentence from his throat.

His voice was as soft as a mosquito's buzzing, but in this dead-silent room, it sounded exceptionally clear.

Fang Cheng keenly captured this key piece of information, instantly understanding in his heart.

It seemed they were indeed investigating the mole that caused the leak of the Demon Hunting Operation.

Moreover, after investigating for more than half a month, they still hadn't found the real source.

Thinking of this, Fang Cheng breathed a sigh of relief inwardly.

His gaze fell back onto Jia Liang.

This cadre in charge of the investigation task was now a quite valuable source of intelligence.

"Besides you, who else is in charge of this matter?"

Fang Cheng then asked coldly.

Jia Liang kept his mouth shut, a flash of struggle in his eyes, clearly not intending to cooperate.

But his slightly trembling body betrayed his inner emotions.

Although he did not directly participate in that Demon Hunting Operation that caused heavy losses to the organization.

He had also heard of the terror of the person before him through various channels, so how could he have no fear in his heart?

"Not talking, huh?"

Seeing this, Fang Cheng didn't press further.

He simply pulled out another item from the canvas bag.

It was precisely the upgraded Blood of the Pioneer that Jia Liang had injected into Black Ox and the rat earlier.

Opening the medicine box, inside the three remaining glass tubes, the deep blue liquid was flowing quietly.

Under the dim light, they emitted a bewitching and beautiful fluorescent glow, as if trapping a small piece of deep sea with scattered stars.

"This thing is really pretty."

Fang Cheng sighed softly, raising the reagent before his eyes and shaking it gently.

"I wonder if it will be just as beautiful after being injected into your body."

"Or... will you become like those three corpses on the ground, turning into an ugly monster and then completely exploding?"

Hearing this, Jia Liang's face instantly turned as pale as paper.

Fang Cheng first took out a syringe and leisurely pierced the rubber stopper of the glass tube with the needle.

His movements were skilled and steady, just like an angel in white with many years of experience.

The deep blue liquid was slowly drawn into the syringe barrel without a single drop left.

"You just said you belong to the medical department."

Drawing the reagent, Fang Cheng said as if chatting about daily life:

"Someone in medical is now responsible for the work of the Intelligence Department."

"It seems that there have been massive changes within the Noah Organization recently, and they are in urgent need of manpower."

He pulled out the syringe filled with the reagent, pointed the needle upward, and a crystal-clear droplet welled up.

"You tell me, if you die here today, will the organization send a smarter person to replace you?"

Holding the syringe, Fang Cheng walked toward Jia Liang step by step.

His shoe soles stepped on the wood chips, making a soft rustling sound.

Every single one felt like stepping on Jia Liang's rapidly beating heart.

Jia Liang's gaze swept over the two corpses that had exploded to death beside him.

The miserable states of their deaths surfaced in his mind, and his body finally couldn't help but tremble violently.

"Wait a minute!"

He shouted hurriedly, trying to reach out to stop him.

"Let's talk things out properly! It's not that I don't want to tell you!"

"Just now... just now I was slammed into the wall by you, my head is spinning, and I really can't remember things clearly."

"Could you... let me think carefully? Once my head returns to normal, I will definitely tell you all of the organization's secrets, one by one!"

Fang Cheng stopped and smiled.

Although he wore a mask and the smile could not be seen.

But that pair of eyes flashing with scarlet light looked exceptionally eerie.

Jia Liang swallowed hard.

Fang Cheng then said indifferently:

"You are waiting for reinforcements, right?"

"I..."

Jia Liang's thoughts were exposed in a single sentence, choking him instantly.

Fang Cheng stopped wasting words, stepped forward, and grabbed one of his arms.

"Wait..."

Jia Liang struggled desperately, enduring the pain and twisting his body.

But that hand was like it was cast from steel bars, with strength so great that he was completely powerless to resist.

The cold needle tip instantly pierced his neck and thrust into his blood vessels.

The deep blue mysterious liquid was pushed mercilessly into his body.

"Ah—"

Jia Liang let out a scream of extreme terror.

His heart was filled with despair, never anticipating that he had just executed several experimental subjects in this exact way.

A few minutes later, he too had fallen prey to someone else, suffering nearly the same fate in the same manner.

After the injection was complete, Fang Cheng let go of his hand, retreated to the side, and observed quietly.

"You damned monster! Murderous demon!"

Knowing he had no way out, Jia Liang simply gave up and cursed with all his might.

"You'd better pray that you won't be discovered by the organization from now on, otherwise, you will die a hundred times, a thousand times more miserably than me!"

"Heh, do you think I'm just running my mouth?"

"You certainly don't know the terrifying nature of our Noah Organization. Don't think that getting killed means it's all over."

"By then, we will meet again, because I will be waiting for you in Hell, watching with my own eyes as you are torn apart alive and hacked into pieces by other monsters..."

His curses became increasingly vicious, his face distorted and deformed, yet his voice was filled with undisguisable fear.

Fang Cheng just stood there with an indifferent gaze.

As if a graduate student observing an experimental sample about to undergo a chemical reaction.

A few minutes later, the curses stopped abruptly.

Replaced by a more shrill scream that didn't sound human.

"Ah—"

Jia Liang's skin turned flushed red all over, emitting billowing heat.

Just like Black Ox and the rat before, terrifying mutations began to occur.

The muscles beneath his skin wriggled and expanded frantically like living things, quickly tearing through the clothes and trousers on his body.

Crack! Crack!

His bone joints emitted a series of teeth-aching crisp snaps; those were his bones breaking, shifting, and attempting to reorganize.

Jia Liang's eyes turned entirely scarlet, rolling on the ground and howling continuously.

Just when he looked like he couldn't hold on much longer.

"Screeech—"

From the street downstairs, the sound of tires scraping faintly drifted up.

Fang Cheng's gaze condensed, and he immediately strode to the window, pulled open a gap, and looked down.

A white refrigerated truck was parked downstairs at this moment.

Several men in blue work clothes stepped down from the truck, swiftly opened the rear compartment, and took out stretchers and some cleanup tools.

"The Noah Organization's people are here?"

Fang Cheng's thoughts flickered, and he quickly turned around to look at Jia Liang, who was still twisting and deforming amidst screams.

Having multiple fractures all over his body, he actually stood up from the ground, trembling and wobbling.

From those bloody wounds, many granulation tissues could be seen wriggling, seemingly repairing the heavily battered flesh.

This Advanced cadre of the Noah Organization had now completely turned into a monster nearly two meters tall with knotted muscles all over his body.

"Roar!"

He let out a beast-like roar, a pair of blood-red eyes staring fixedly at Fang Cheng.

Seeming to want revenge, eager to tear the person before him into pieces.

Only hindered by the severe injuries on his body that hadn't had time to heal, plus not being quite used to his new body, his movements appeared somewhat sluggish.

Fang Cheng met his gaze, calm and fearless.

His body sank slightly, his right fist pulled back to his waist, and his five fingers cracked and snapped loudly.

The muscles of his shoulders, back, waist, and hips linked together, forming a perfect kinetic chain.

Power surged continuously within his body like a full reservoir of floodwaters.

A few seconds later, he stamped hard with his feet, his figure shooting out like an arrow off a bowstring, instantly appearing in front of the monster.

Without any fancy moves, there was only a simple and pure right straight punch.

Bang!

The fist tore through the air, carrying a muffled sonic boom, and precisely blasted into the monster's head.

Along with a muffled sound like a watermelon bursting.

The monster's ugly head exploded right on cue.

Scalding fresh blood and brain matter, mixed with bone fragments, splattered backward in a fan shape.

Instantly leaving a shocking red-and-white mark on the mottled wall.

The headless corpse wobbled twice and crashed heavily onto the ground.

Having successfully dealt with the mutated Jia Liang, Fang Cheng didn't rush to leave.

He picked up a fairly clean rag from the ground, walked over to the corpse, and dipped it fully in the fresh blood flowing from the exploded head.

Then, walking toward that mottled wall, he began to paint.

Holding the blood-stained rag, it was as if he were holding a paintbrush.

The warm, sticky blood was the best pigment.

Swish, swish, swish.

Fang Cheng's arms swung rapidly, the blood flowing and smearing across the wall along with the fabric.

In the blink of an eye, the general outline of a pattern was sketched out.

At the same time, a rush of footsteps came from the corridor.

Clearly, a group of people was rapidly approaching this side.

Holding the blood-stained canvas, Fang Cheng took a step back and glanced at his work with satisfaction.

He then picked up the canvas bag on the ground, tidied up briefly, and flipped over, leaping out the window.

His arms raised in the air, his sleeves fluttering sharply in the wind like a falcon spreading its wings.

In an instant, he vanished into the night-enshrouded street.

And almost the very next second after he left.

The door, with only a few wooden boards left, was completely smashed open.

A group of people wearing blue work clothes and carrying cleanup tools rushed in.

When they saw the scene inside the room, everyone was shocked into standing frozen on the spot.

The air was filled with a rich stench of blood, as well as a foul odor resembling scorched protein, almost enough to make one vomit.

Lying on the ground were four corpses in various states.

The entire room was in a complete mess, the walls covered with bullet holes and impact cracks.

It was as if they had experienced a miniature war, with blood and fragments of human tissue scattered everywhere, as tragic as a Shura field.

"Wh—What is that?"

Suddenly, someone screamed, pointing at the wall beside the window.

Everyone looked over at the sound.

They saw that on that mottled wall, someone had used the deceased's blood to paint a huge and terrifying picture.

That was a human face.

A smiling face with extremely distorted features and an exaggeratedly upturned mouth corners.

It was like a demon crawling out of Hell, after enjoying a feast of flesh and blood, wearing a mocking smile right at the intruders.

The filthy blood splatters everywhere on the wall naturally became its background.

Just a single glance made one's blood run cold.