Legend of the chosen ones: Beyond Destiny

"Fuck."

In an unexpected occasion and scene, Ji Jue and Lu Feng both widened their eyes. After a moment of silence, they cursed in unison.

Staring at each other's faces, they couldn't help but ask:

"What did you do?"

Their voices overlapped, plunging them both into silence again.

One could only say, fate works in mysterious ways. But sometimes, it's excessively mysterious...

Suddenly, both men realized they had no idea how to explain to each other why they were here or how they had created such a mess.

"Sorry."

Lu Feng noticed the blood dripping from his face, raised his hand, and wiped it twice, but he found it became smeared more. Glancing around at the messy corpses, he could only give up making excuses and shrugged, "An accident."

You accidentally killed more than thirty members of the Qi family with your supernatural strength?

Why didn't you tell the policewomen during their prostitution raid that you 'accidentally tripped' on top of them?

"Who asked you that?"

Ji Jue rolled his eyes and focused on the weapon in Lu Feng's hand: "I meant the gun."

These items were definitely prohibited. Though the Federation was liberal, it still banned civilians from owning fully automatic firearms, and even obtaining a pistol permit required a hefty sum.

Meanwhile, at Lu Feng's feet, the assorted repair kit was brimming with guns of all sizes, making Ji Jue particularly envious. He hadn't even touched such impressive weapons before.

Lu Feng blinked, then grinned.

"Borrowed some from a comrade."

He added, "I have more."

As he spoke, he drew a pistol from the holster on his lower back and handed it over, grip first. It fell into Ji Jue's hand— a classic model from the Guardian Group under Huan Yu Heavy Industry, with a service history of over forty years in the military known as the "Hunter," holding twelve rounds and measuring 197 mm in length...

The moment he held it, a surge of information, along with its substantial weight, filled Ji Jue's consciousness. The entire pistol seemed to become translucent without any need to focus, and every internal mechanism was reflected in his mind.

"Be careful with it, don't break it."

Lu Feng said, "That's a treasure trove of our paratrooper team, passed down from generation to generation. I've fought several battles with it during my service. If it gets damaged or lost, I'd be ashamed to face my comrades!"

"Is it very old?"

"Older than I am, what do you think?"

"Hello?"

Ji Jue instinctively greeted inside, receiving no response. However, the deeply resonating touch felt even more lively than any other machinery Ji Jue had encountered.

It was as if there indeed was a resolute and enduring companion silently listening by his side, obeying his commands, and remaining silent otherwise.

Great stuff, undeniable great stuff!

Ji Jue's eyes lit up, he put away his awl, swung his crowbar, and after hitting the foreman's head a couple more times, finally raised his head to survey the surroundings.

His smile slowly faded.

Good things viewed, bad things arrived.

It was like an autopsy room.

In the middle, on the operating table, lay a body, not yet entirely cooled, its fingers twitching with remaining neural electricity, dissected open, all organs missing... And right next to it, inside an insulated box, the packing work was clearly only half done. Delicate boxes were carefully packed, waiting to be rushed to the buyer.

Sadly, the courier was already dead at the storefront.

Unable to embark on the journey.

And more...

Blood.

Spreading from behind a massive curtain, no matter how many times it was mopped, the thick red stains on the tiles could not be wiped away.

Ji Jue reached out, wanting to pull the curtain but heard Lu Feng's voice behind him, calling his name, telling him to stop.

But he didn't stop.

Instead, he lifted a corner of Hell.

A machine like a wood saw aimed directly at a bathtub large enough for a luxurious game... Inside was no champagne or bubbles.

Only red.

An intensely glaring crimson, seeping out from countless pulverized bodies, rippling slightly under the light.

The entire basement was like an assembly line.

Endless materials brought in, organs harvested, money made, blood drawn for the gluttonous.

The worthless leftovers were piled together, awaiting destruction.

Chunks of bodies stacked up; a hollow eye peeked through a gap, gazing at Ji Jue beneath the bloody water, causing him to stagger back dizzily.

He was steadied.

The curtain was pulled closed again by Lu Feng, who patted his shoulder, "These fucking bastards, secretly abducting vagrants and loners — those whose disappearances go unnoticed, bringing them here.

It's been happening for quite a long time."

"I know."

Ji Jue suppressed the urge to vomit.

He had anticipated this, even prepared for it, yet what he hadn't expected was... the sheer number.

Dozens? Hundreds? It was hard to estimate.

So many people, silently dying, being killed, dissected, and finally processed into fragments... But it wasn't just the frenzied monsters that were hands-on.

More people, who should have been like the victims, took up knives against their own kind.

"Perhaps if someone is lucky enough to escape, fewer people will die here. But if Ji Jue and his crew are unlucky, then maybe more people will end up dying here."

"Alive or dead, everyone is like trampled weeds."

"What a pity, they're all just a bunch of small fries."

Lu Feng sighed, lowered his head to pick up the backpack full of weapons on the ground, blood un-wiped, "Let's go, let's see if the leader is around."

"Wait a minute!"

Ji Jue hurried to stop him, sizing him up, "Are you really going out like this?"

"What else?"

Lu Feng rolled his eyes in response, "Should I grab some 'red envelopes' to go offer them my New Year greetings?"

"That's why Lu Ma always says you're brainless."

Ji Jue couldn't help but sigh, flipping open the toolbox hanging on his body and pulling out two balaclavas, "Lucky I made an extra one when I did, otherwise, leaving a witness who could recognize us would be so troublesome."

"Hey, you little rascal, you're well-prepared."

Lu Feng's face lit up as he clumsily put on the balaclava, which was just a piece of elastic fabric with holes ripped in it. After adjusting it and taking a deep breath, he finally looked a bit like a bandit.

"It's just the color..."

He frowned, "Why does it look just like your long johns?"

"… To be honest, it was on my legs half an hour ago." Ji Jue sighed, "So, don't smell it, brother. I'm scared."

"Ji you motherf—"

Lu Feng was about to curse when he suddenly paused, staring wide-eyed as Ji Jue opened his mouth... and expertly bit into the surveillance cables he had just cut.

"Don't rush, let me fix this for you—damn, it's electrified!"

Surrounded by sparks between his teeth, Ji Jue's eyes went white, and a flood of images hit him!

Then, from the chaotic records, a familiar figure emerged.

"—Found it!"

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Four stories underground, in a secretive garage, it was bustling.

The truck was nearly full, yet the busy loading had not slowed down.

Beside the truck, overseeing the entire process, was the woman who had once nearly gobbled up both Master Ji and young Ji Jue completely.

Too bad, as soon as she removed her sunglasses, she lost all her allure, her eyes filled with a horrifying scarlet.

A man with a big grin brought over a lounge chair, "Miss Zhu, please rest for a bit, we'll be done soon—would you like some water?

I'll have Xiao Li fetch some for you, it's just arrived today—"

"You talk too much. Is the third floor all cleaned out yet?"

Zhu Hong looked back expressionlessly, "Be quick about it, after this shipment, move everything else to South Mountain. Go clear out the people inside, we can't leave any traces here."

"That soon?"

The sycophantic man stuttered, his smile stiffening, "Some of the equipment has just been moved in, and those people in the cages, moving them is also..."

"You find it troublesome? If it's too much trouble, then forget about it."

Zhu Hong laughed coldly, "That Security Bureau mad dog had already killed all of Yiqing and the Spring City Gang by this afternoon!

Not even a phone call from Old Hu appealing for mercy helped, saying he would slaughter a whole family and he did! If you think that Wang is tough, closer to you than your own dad, sure he won't rat you out, then you can go clean your neck and wait here or—"

She paused, a chilling smile playing on her lips, "If you're afraid of pain, I can help you on your way."

"..."

The man involuntarily stepped back, his expression contorting, "I'll tell them to speed it up."

Bang!

During the move, a box tumbled due to their collision, spilling crimson, a dead baby falling out.

In an instant, silence ensued.

Zhu Hong watched emotionlessly, the embarrassed man waved someone over from the door to drag away the flustered mover, a thudding voice echoing.

In her cold gaze, after the area was cleared, the moving continued.

"What's the use of keeping all this trash? Only brings shame." Zhu Hong withdrew her gaze, "If they can work, let them work; if not, get rid of them, feed them to the dogs, saves the 'food'."

"Yes, yes."

The man, sweating profusely, explained, "That old lady from the repair shop was really unexpected, please forgive... As for that young man with a scar on his face, we've already located him, I'll take some men and bring him here tonight."

And just outside the garage, in the quiet stairwell, two masked figures looked at each other...

That certain Mr. Ji Jue with the scar on his face was already sweating profusely:

Fuck, you miserable dogs, why are you still pulling stunts?

Wait, today... Fuck, was that old Deng not with you all yesterday?!

Ji Jue's eyes widened.

"Pft." Lu Feng on the side couldn't help but laugh, reveling in the schadenfreude. He was about to say something else when he heard the accompanying man in the garage continue, "But I remember there's another guy in that shop, older, with tight muscles, but a bit too tanned..."

"Too black, like a toad, bringing him would turn my stomach, right?"

Zhu Hong coldly looked over, "Draw his blood, dispose of the rest in the sea, clean it up, don't bring more trouble."

"Pffft."

This time Ji Jue couldn't contain his laughter, while Lu Feng glared angrily: you're laughing at Bull Demon!