55: Chapter 55 The Cleaner's Eye

Chapter 55: Scavengers Eye (Please read!)

This powerful roundhouse kick...

Even if it hit a bull, it would instantly knock it to the ground.

Yet even as he was hit, the Man in Black managed to forcibly twist his waist and execute an extreme lean-back dodge.

His agility was truly astonishing.

However, how could Fang Cheng's long-premeditated killer move be so easily evaded?

After taking the kick, the Man in Black's body swayed as if shaking from a fever, yet he amazingly didn't pass out immediately.

Seeing this, Fang Cheng swiftly pressed forward to follow up.

Immediately following up with a sweeping leg takedown, he knocked him down.

Then, grabbing the arm holding the knife, he twisted it forcefully.

Crack!

As the arm joint snapped, the butterfly knife slipped from his hand and fell to the ground with a clatter.

Perhaps the intense pain instantly cleared the Man in Black's dizzy head.

He immediately blurted out in panic, "I'm a pursuer sent by the organization!"

Fang Cheng froze for a moment upon hearing this, his grip involuntarily loosening slightly.

Taking advantage of this, the Man in Black squirming like an eel, rapidly twisted his body, attempting to slide backward in this bizarre posture.

Clearly repeating his old trick, he wanted to escape.

Fang Cheng's gaze hardened, and he pressed down directly on top of him.

Clamping his arm around the man's neck, locking his hands tight, and rapidly wrapping both legs around his waist, he applied a Rear-Naked Choke.

With his throat locked, the Man in Black struggled to breathe and desperately slapped the floor.

He seemed to still have something to say, or perhaps he was tapping out to surrender.

But toward this enemy who tried to kill him...

Fang Cheng showed not a shred of mercy, maintaining his lethal choke on the man's neck.

He felt the man's heartbeat grow slower and slower, his breathing weaker and weaker.

Until a few seconds later, all signs of struggle completely ceased.

"Phew—"

Fang Cheng released his arms and let out a heavy breath.

He looked down at the Man in Black lying motionless on the ground.

His eyes couldn't help but daze slightly.

He didn't experience any negative side effects like people allegedly suffered when killing someone for the first time.

For instance, fear, terror, or nausea and vomiting.

Not only did he not have any of that, but he even felt a faint trace of excitement.

"Could it be... I really have the potential to be a killer?"

Fang Cheng stood up, his heaving chest gradually calming down.

The full-length mirror in the room reflected his current appearance.

In the dim light, covered in blood with disheveled hair, his eyes shone with an eerily bright light.

Fang Cheng frowned slightly and wiped his face.

He then immediately threw this ridiculous thought out of his mind.

How could that be?

Among his neighbors, he had always been a gentle, kind, innocent, and bright promising young man.

Killing someone this time was merely an act of legitimate self-defense.

Even if it went to court for sentencing, Fang Cheng had reasons to defend himself.

He quickly calmed down, his gaze sharpening as he picked up the butterfly knife that had fallen on the floor.

Crouching in front of the Man in Black, he held the hilt in a forward grip and sliced across.

Slash!

The black Elasticity mask was sliced open.

Revealing the face of a completely unfamiliar middle-aged man.

Fang Cheng glanced at the bloodstains on the blade and wiped it on the corpse.

Then, imitating the deceased man's technique when he was alive, he twirled the knife around his fingertips a few times.

This butterfly knife looked extremely cool, with sharp blade edges and clean, firm lines.

The rotating handle was likely titanium alloy, with a dark gray coating and hidden screws, making it look very sleek and clean.

Swish, swish, swish!

Stabbing the air a few times, the grip felt extremely smooth.

This kind of short, agile weapon was best suited for close-quarters combat.

The more Fang Cheng looked at it, the more he liked it, so he simply kept it as a trophy.

Next, he searched the Man in Black for other items.

A wallet containing two bank cards and a few hundred yuan in cash.

A ring of keys and an unopened box of chewing gum.

Finally, there was a black semi-automatic pistol.

In such an intense fight just now, this guy surprisingly didn't shoot.

Aside from fear of gunshots alerting neighbors and drawing the police...

He was probably also overconfident in his own physical skills.

Wanting only to maim the target with a dagger, capture him alive, and interrogate him for information.

Fang Cheng felt quite fortunate.

Decisively disabling his opponent's arm and then choking his neck earlier had truly been a wise move.

Otherwise, with the slightest carelessness, the opponent might have turned the tables.

At this moment, a faint burning sensation came from his knee joints.

That was the side effect of the "Elasticity" effect taking action.

The reason his roundhouse kick had been able to suddenly twist and change direction in mid-air...

Was precisely because he had pushed his legs' flexibility to the limit, stretching the joints, ligaments, and muscles to their maximum.

Of course, this move was actually inspired by his opponent as well.

Fang Cheng had held back without using it until he found the right opportunity to defeat his enemy in one strike.

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If it hadn't succeeded this time and the opponent became wary, the effect next time would definitely be greatly reduced.

[Boxing EXP +20]

[Sanda EXP +70]

[Jiu-Jitsu EXP +70]

Several panel notifications floated before his eyes in succession.

Seeing the progress bars for two of his combat skills surge, Fang Cheng couldn't help but feel a bit surprised.

In the same fight, gaining EXP in Sanda from using the newly created Line-Changing Kick technique made sense.

But why did the Jiu-Jitsu skill experience also increase by so much?

Could it be because he used a finishing move to kill?

Fang Cheng shook his head, looking at the messy scene full of post-battle wreckage around him.

He immediately stepped to the window, pulled back the curtain slightly, and observed the scene outside through the gap.

The rain continued to fall endlessly, with only occasional vehicles passing along the street and no pedestrians in sight.

Fang Cheng's brain worked rapidly, pondering how to properly deal with the aftermath of this matter.

Under the current unclear circumstances, calling the police would only expose his existence and increase unnecessary risk.

After pondering for a moment, he immediately brought up detergent, salt, a washbasin, a brush, and rags from the downstairs kitchen and bathroom.

Detergent could wash away dirt.

A high-concentration salt solution could precipitate the proteins in blood, detaching it more thoroughly from object surfaces.

Without professional supplies now, he could only make do.

Relying on his past work experience, he swiftly washed away all bloodstains, footprints, and handprints from the floor and walls.

After working busily for about ten minutes...

[Cleaning EXP +4]

Fang Cheng straightened his back, stood up, and let out a light sigh.

Doing this kind of house Cleaning was actually quite exhausting.

If his Physique hadn't been high enough, how could he have finished Cleaning up the scene in such a short time?

Scanning the area again, Fang Cheng still felt faintly uneasy.

Remembering the enhancement reward he received when his "Cleaning" skill recently leveled up to Expert, he opened his panel again.

[Scavengers Eye: Able to detect subtle traces in the surrounding environment that are out of place.]

Fang Cheng tried activating this skill.

Instantly, a dark red filter seemed to overlay his surroundings.

Within his vision, several tiny white spots of light flickered, catching Fang Cheng's attention.

"That is..."

Fang Cheng immediately walked over and bent down to look closely.

It was a fallen black hair.

At this moment, the outline of the strand faintly gleamed with a white light.

"There's more..."

Fang Cheng picked up the hair, looked back, and found another hair on the floor.

Following the guidance of the light points, he then found a button.

It had probably dropped from a sleeve cuff during the door crash earlier and rolled under the cabinet.

Without a special prompt or professional equipment, no one could be meticulous to this degree.

Following the path from the doorway to the stairs and then to the upstairs rooms, after several searches...

Fang Cheng finally nodded in satisfaction.

Next came the crucial task of disposing of the corpse.

Fang Cheng glanced at the Man in Black's build and looked out the window.

Seeing the vehicle parked in the garage diagonally across, an idea immediately came to his mind.