95: Chapter 95 Deadly Monkey Martial Arts Course

Knife Cheng was held by two jailer Cheng Yus, one on each side, and his feet barely touched the ground as he was brought into the room next door, which looked more like an elegant study than a prison cell.

The air was filled with the rich, sweet aroma of premium cigars, mixed with the inherent scent of disinfectant from the detention center, which was surprisingly pleasant.

"Three-Hands" Cheng Yu was lounging leisurely on an old, cushioned sofa, legs crossed, holding a copy of the "Hive City Current Events Newspaper."

He looked gaunt and refined, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses.

If he hadn't already known his reputation, Knife Cheng would never have associated this elegant-looking avatar before him with a nickname like "Three-Hands."

His third hand was currently hidden under his wide silk bathrobe and didn't look scary.

The front page of the newspaper was printed in striking font: "Sigma Waterdrop has achieved seventeen consecutive victories in the Hive City legends of the three kingdoms league, slaughtering heaven and destroying earth, invincible!"

"Three-Hands" Cheng Yu chuckled, "A bunch of grown men can't beat a little girl at cards, what a disgrace."

He slowly folded the newspaper, set it aside, and only then did his gaze fall upon Knife Cheng, who had been shoved inside.

"My Lord, the person has been brought," the jailer Cheng Yu standing to the side said, bowing and cupping his hands in a respectful tone.

"So you're the one called 'Three-Hands'!" Although Knife Cheng was covered in blood-soaked bandages, looking like a freshly unearthed mummy, he still stiffened his neck; in the underworld, heads might be lost, but style could not be compromised.

"Time is tight, so I won't waste words with you," "Three-Hands" Cheng Yu waved his hand, his tone remaining calm, even carrying a hint of weariness.

He picked up the cigar cutter from the coffee table and skillfully cut a new cigar.

"I know who you are, I know what you do, and I am even clearer about what the people behind you want."

He lit the cigar, took a shallow puff, and exhaled a dense ring of smoke.

"But I don't care."

His gaze, through the smoke, seemed a bit hazy, "Because I won't live much longer; these power struggles don't mean much to me anymore."

"What's the matter," Knife Cheng spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, "Did your third hand grow into cancer?"

"My Lord!" The jailer Cheng Yu raised his eyebrows, "I request to duel this foul-mouthed kid!"

"A duel it is! Who's afraid of you! Even if I take off these bandages, I can still take you down!"

Knife Cheng retorted without showing any weakness.

"Enough!" "Three-Hands" Cheng Yu's voice raised slightly, carrying a hint of displeasure, "What are you arguing about? I'm running out of time, I'm not here to play games with you."

He paused, his voice dropping, "'Betel Nut Tooth'... died last night."

"What?!" The jailer Cheng Yu's expression changed abruptly, the ferocity from just a moment ago instantly replaced by shock, "Brother Tooth... how could he...?"

"Whether 'Betel Nut Tooth' dies, or who his relatives are, or even whether I die, none of it matters."

"Three-Hands" Cheng Yu pointed his cigar at the jailer, "But 'Abacus Cheng' cannot die, understand? The account books are in his head; as long as he lives, the group exists, and those businesses, relationships, and covert lines scattered everywhere can still operate."

"If he's gone, our group will immediately scatter like sand, and we'll be gnawed down to the bone by rivals and other jackals waiting in the shadows! Do you understand what I mean?"

"Understood!" The jailer Cheng Yu grasped the point instantly, his expression becoming grave.

"Protecting the accountant is protecting the roots of the group. My Lord, I will immediately notify 'Deadly Living Monkey' and ask him to come out of retirement to protect you! Also, do you want to relocate to a safer place?"

"I'm tired; I don't want to hide anymore." "Three-Hands" Cheng Yu leaned back on the sofa, closed his eyes, and a deep weariness appeared on his face.

"Besides... those so-called 'Liyu Star Twin Devils' might not really be able to take my, 'Three-Hands', life! Go do your job, and remember, whoever dies, the accountant cannot die!"

"Yes!" The jailer Cheng Yu clasped his fists heavily and turned to leave.

"Hey! Wait!" Knife Cheng realized he had seemingly become background decoration and hurriedly shouted, "What about me? You brought me here just to listen to this storytelling?"

"You, come with me!"

The jailer Cheng Yu impatiently grabbed the back of Knife Cheng's collar and dragged him out of the room.

As the saying goes, adding wind to a fart; although this guy Knife Cheng was currently half-crippled, his foundation was still there, and his skills were barely passable.

Originally, the jailer's idea was to keep him by the boss's side as a human shield.

But since the boss was now more concerned with the life and death of the group accountant "Abacus Cheng," throwing this kid over there as a helper to draw some fire would be fine too.

The jailer Cheng Yu calculated in his mind while his hands didn't stop; he spent 500,000 Hive City credits to go through the emergency procedure to bail out Knife Cheng.

On the way, the jailer Cheng Yu briefly explained the mission: go to the lowest level of the "Yingcai" Hive City and find a scruffy-looking old man.

That old man was "Deadly Living Monkey" Cheng Yu.

"Deadly Living Monkey" Cheng Yu had once sacrificed most of his lifespan to Slaanesh, and thus possessed superb martial arts skills that were like a dance of slaughter.

Deadly Living Monkey's moves were like an antelope hanging by its horns, leaving no traces to be found; opponents who faced him often reacted too slowly in their confusion and didn't even know what happened when their throats were slit.

"Find Living Monkey, and then tell him the boss's words just now exactly as they were; he will naturally understand what to do."

The jailer Cheng Yu stuffed a heavy envelope into Knife Cheng's hand, "This is the operational budget."

"Hey, why should I risk my life for you guys?" Knife Cheng squeezed the envelope, feeling the thickness of the bills inside, but his mouth still wouldn't concede.

The jailer Cheng Yu sneered, leaned closer to him, and lowered his voice, "Aren't you just a spy sent by the Security Forces? If you don't work for us, how can you complete your mission?"

Knife Cheng was exposed, and he couldn't keep a straight face, stubbornly saying, "I also often slack off... give me more benefits, big boss."

"Well..." The jailer Cheng Yu's eyes rolled around, a lewd smile that every man understood appeared on his face, and he nudged Knife Cheng with his shoulder, "That Aeldari nurse who changed your bandages before you came, you quite like her, don't you?"

When Knife Cheng heard this, his eyes immediately lit up, and a lecherous smile returned to his face, "I really like her, how... do you have a way to let me have her?"

The jailer Cheng Yu instantly withdrew his smile, expressionless, "No."

Knife Cheng's enthusiasm was doused by a bucket of cold water, "Then what the hell are you laughing at?!"

"Oh, I don't have a way," the jailer Cheng Yu put on a cunning face again, twirling his non-existent beard, "But our group... is incredibly powerful. Arranging a formal blind date for you... is just a small matter of sending a Dark Turbid email."

Knife Cheng gestured like a monkey reaching out, "Empty words are no proof, give me some proof! Otherwise, in that hellhole of an Underhive, where I'm unfamiliar with everything, why would Deadly Living Monkey trust me?"

"Hehe, you're on the ball." The jailer Cheng Yu pulled a pitch-black metal badge from his bosom, engraved with the pattern of three crossed hands, and tossed it to Knife Cheng, "Show him this, and he won't doubt you."

...

The lowest level of the "Yingcai" Hive City, here it was already deep into the planet's crust, the light was dim, and the air was mixed with the pungent smell of machine oil, rotting food, and low-quality fuel.

Pipes crisscrossed overhead like the intestines of a giant beast, dripping unknown liquids.

According to the Emperor's decree, this area was designated as a "Dispute Self-Resolution Zone," where using cold weapons to settle private grievances was not subject to legal prosecution.

In other words, this was a lawless, bloody gladiator arena with no peace forever.

Those who dared to survive here were none other than the toughest of the tough, the most ruthless of the ruthless.

"What are you looking at?!"

Knife Cheng had just turned out of an alley piled with discarded parts and almost bumped into a burly man Cheng Yu with a fleshy face and a thick gold chain around his neck.

The burly man Cheng Yu glared with eyes as big as copper bells, roaring viciously, one hand already pressed on the serrated machete at his waist.

The three words "What are you looking at," in the unspoken rules of the Underhive, were often an invitation to a death match.

As long as you replied with "I'm looking at you, what about it," the death match contract of kill or be killed was reached.

Knife Cheng had also rolled in the mud of the Underhive before and knew the rules here well.

His face instantly switched to the typical devil-may-care expression of an Underhive thug.

"I'm looking at you, what about it?!" Knife Cheng's voice was even louder than the other's, and at the same time, he suddenly exerted force under his feet!

He didn't charge up to fight head-on; his physical condition didn't allow him to fight head-on right now, so Knife Cheng used an extremely pathetic but effective slide, sticking to the damp and greasy ground, and dashed straight under the burly man Cheng Yu's crotch!

This move greatly exceeded the expectations of the burly man Cheng Yu.

He originally thought the opponent would draw his blade to confront him or turn and run, but he didn't expect such a shameless move.

Just during the moment the burly man was stunned, Knife Cheng's slide had already turned into a roll, and at the same time, his right hand, which had been hidden under the bandages, suddenly raised!

"Pfft!"

A sound of a sharp blade entering flesh that was so soft it was almost inaudible.

Knife Cheng had already slid past the burly man's crotch, took the momentum to roll and stand up, and continued running forward without looking back, quickly disappearing into the shadows of the dim alleyway.

The burly man was still maintaining his posture of drawing his blade, making a "gurgling" strange sound in his throat.

He looked down in disbelief, seeing that at the position of his lower abdomen, a small blood hole had appeared at some point, and blood was gushing out...

The burly man Cheng Yu's massive body swayed, like a log that had been chopped down, and crashed heavily onto the sewage-strewn ground.

Knife Cheng, while clutching the wound that had split open due to the strenuous exercise and gasping in cold air, looked around to find that scruffy old man.

"Little handsome, come in and play!"

The beings of the Underhive were very depraved, and many hermaphroditic Slaanesh Nuns were engaged in sex work here.

Knife Cheng nominally had a marital relationship with a Slaanesh Nun, but that was fake, and he hadn't even touched that nominal wife.

Knife Cheng had no interest in futanari, it was just that having a Slaanesh Nun wife made it easier to gain the trust of those bad clones and smuggling groups.

"Not convenient today." Knife Cheng replied with a sneer, a banknote was stuffed into the Slaanesh Nun's neckline very naturally and familiarly, "By the way, is there a scruffy old man around here, the kind who smells really bad?"

"Yo, little handsome, you have a heavy taste, wanting to find an old man to play with." The Slaanesh Nun's purple tentacles wandered over Knife Cheng's bandages, and the seeping blood actually made her even more excited.

"Don't be like that, it's really not convenient today, sister. I have some serious business with that old man. When I have time... when I'm free, I'll definitely come to take care of your business!"

"Fine..." The Slaanesh Nun's long, forked tongue slid across Knife Cheng's face, "Isn't it just looking for Deadly Living Monkey? He lives over there by the garbage dump. You'd better bring two bottles of good wine when you go to find him."

"Many thanks, good sister, many thanks, good sister. What number are you? I'll definitely come to find you when I'm done, you must wait for me!"

Knife Cheng pretended to take advantage by touching the Slaanesh Nun's smooth back... In a place like the Underhive, as long as you dared to show a little bit of out-of-place temperament, you would immediately be swallowed alive by this trash.

"Number 88." The Slaanesh Nun pulled out a long, thin lady's cigarette, and Knife Cheng immediately lit it for her with a grin.

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