14: They even started playing role-playing games.

The night was deep.

Moonlight was obscured by thick, dark clouds, with only a few strands of pale light leaking through the gaps.

The abandoned chemical plant in the eastern suburbs.

The air was permeated with the pungent smell of rust and chemical residues, mixed with a faint, cloying scent of blood.

This was the stronghold the hoodlums had spoken of.

Chen Nian stepped out of the shadows and headed straight toward the largest factory building.

However, before he could get close, two figures shifted in the shadows on the side of the factory.

They were two hoodlums standing guard on the perimeter.

The Demonic Qi on their bodies was significantly denser than that of the blond guy at the Public Security Bureau.

Clearly, they had obtained more power from that Demonic Evil.

Seeing someone approach, one of the hoodlums, who had a crew cut and a scorpion tattooed on his neck, immediately walked up.

He had a ferocious and malevolent look on his face as he sized up Chen Nian.

"Hey, kid, this isn't a place you should be. If you don't want to die, get lost!"

His voice was rough and filled with impatience.

However, Chen Nian did not stop; he just looked at him with calm eyes and continued walking forward.

The crew-cut hoodlum, seeing that he was unmoved, grew even more ferocious.

"Damn it, I'm talking to you. Are you deaf?"

He stepped forward, intending to shove Chen Nian.

The next second, Chen Nian moved.

There was no warning, and no wasted movement.

He simply raised his right leg and kicked the man fiercely.

"Bang!"

A dull, loud thud rang out, and a blur cut through the silent night sky.

The hoodlum's body instantly arched, and he flew backward.

After tracing a parabolic arc in the air, the hoodlum slammed heavily onto the concrete ground seven or eight meters away.

"Pfft!"

A large mouthful of blood sprayed from his mouth.

The bones in his chest were sunken at an eerie angle; they had clearly been completely shattered.

He struggled, making a "ghhh" sound in his throat, but he could no longer stand up.

The other hoodlum, who had long hair, was completely stunned.

He froze in place, his eyes wide, pupils rapidly contracting from fear.

One kick... just one kick!

His companion, a tough guy who had never lost a fight in the East Street District, had been taken out just like that?

After a few seconds of dead silence, extreme fear turned into twisted rage.

"You're looking for death!"

The long-haired hoodlum let out a roar.

A visible black Demonic Qi surged out from his body, coiling around his limbs.

His fingernails instantly became sharp and pitch-black, and his eyes glowed with an ominous red light.

"I'm going to kill you!"

He roared, charging toward Chen Nian while shrouded in dense Demonic Qi.

However, Chen Nian didn't even look at him properly.

He just waved his hand casually, as if shooing away an annoying fly.

"Bang!"

Another loud explosion rang out.

This time, the sound was crisper and even more terrifying.

The long-haired hoodlum's movements came to an abrupt halt; his head exploded directly.

Red and white fluids, mixed with shattered skull fragments, splattered in all directions.

The headless corpse stumbled forward two more steps due to inertia before falling straight down with a "thud."

Warm blood splattered all over Chen Nian.

He didn't even frown.

【Killed a Tier 1 Demonicized Person, gained 17 points.】

The System's announcement sounded in his mind.

Demonicized Person?

Chen Nian's gaze fell upon the crew-cut hoodlum who was still twitching on the ground not far away.

The man was on the verge of death, his eyes filled with endless fear as he struggled to crawl backward.

Chen Nian walked over with an expressionless face.

He raised his foot.

Then, he stomped heavily onto the crew-cut hoodlum's chest.

"Crack!"

A crisp sound of breaking bones rang out.

The crew-cut hoodlum's body shuddered violently and then went still.

【Killed a Tier 1 Demonicized Person, gained 11 points.】

Although it wasn't much, every little bit helps.

Chen Nian felt not a ripple of emotion in his heart.

He continued on his way, walking deeper toward the factory building that emitted an even denser Demonic Qi.

The cloying scent of blood in the air grew heavier.

The Demonic Qi also became increasingly viscous, almost solidifying.

It was right ahead!

When he arrived outside the huge, rusted iron door of the factory, intermittent voices came from inside.

"Great Demonic God, please grant us more power!"

"Yes, with stronger power, we will be able to completely rule the entire East Street District!"

"We are willing to offer you everything; we are your most devout believers!"

These voices were filled with fanaticism and sycophancy, as if praying to a supreme deity.

Immediately after, a voice that did not belong to a human—hoarse and carrying a strange, alluring quality—rang out.

"Very good..."

"I am very satisfied with your performance..."

"As a reward, I will grant you greater power..."

The voice carried a sense of condescending charity, as if a deity were bestowing grace upon its believers.

Standing outside the door and listening to the conversation inside, Chen Nian's eyebrows furrowed slightly.

Playing roleplay now, are we?

A bunch of trash who don't know the immensity of heaven and earth just because they obtained a little power.

You deserve to be called a god?

He no longer had the patience to keep listening.

The next second, Chen Nian raised his right foot and kicked the tightly closed iron door fiercely.

"Boom!!!"

A deafening roar.

The thick steel door was ripped straight off its frame by an irresistible force.

The entire door panel spun and whistled as it flew backward over a dozen meters.

"Clang!"

Finally, it slammed heavily onto the ground in the center of the factory, kicking up clouds of dust.

Inside the factory, the atmosphere of fanatical devotion was instantly shattered.

There were about a dozen people inside, and they were currently surrounding a dark figure sitting on a high platform.

However, they were all startled by this sudden turn of events and turned their heads in unison.

Everyone's gaze focused on the figure slowly walking in through the doorway.

Chen Nian brushed the dust off his sleeves, swept his gaze across the room, and said in a cold voice:

"A god, huh? Believers, huh? Well, let me see if your heads are harder, or if my fist is."