At that moment, there were only a few shivering regular hitmen hiding in the textile factory.
But with Luke's perception, they were easily found and shot in the head one by one.
Why the hell are you hiding? You b * stards! As a bad guy, he had to be prepared to turn into experience and credit points at any moment. Muttering to himself, he walked into a place that looked like a freezer.
On the rows of hooks, there were pieces of pork, mixed with a few human bodies.
Some of the bodies were dummies, and some were real corpses.
Luke frowned.
It wasn't that he was a neat freak; he didn't care about it when he was farming experience and credit points.
But the corpses were old and young, and they didn't look like professionals. There were a lot of bullet holes and knife wounds on them.
Based on his professional judgment, the knife wounds had clearly been made before death, but the bullet holes had been made after death.
These people tortured people to death with knives and then used the corpses as targets.
The Fraternity's insane behavior was quite disgusting, and they didn't even have the most basic respect for people.
Stepping in, Luke slowly turned his head, as if he was looking for something.
Suddenly, a steel drill pierced through two slices of pork and went straight for Luke's lower back, and there was a loud roar.
As if he had eyes on the back of his head, Luke turned around just in time to dodge the sneak attack, only to be met with a cold glint.
He reached for his waist and unsheathed his two sabers again.
With an ear-piercing clang, a brawny, bearded fatty in a vest and bib clashed with Luke with a butcher's knife in one hand and a steel drill in the other.
Three knives and a steel drill were entangled, and the steel blades fiercely sawed at each other.
Their movements were smooth and fast. Although they weren't in the same style, they both displayed extremely proficient melee combat skills.
The difference was that the fatty who was fighting with the knife and the drill always roared when he slashed, like a savage monster.
Luke, however, simply swung his sabers calmly and remained silent from beginning to end.
Also, as they fought, the fatty's body crashed into the pork slices without any scruples, while Luke didn't touch the pork even once.
Just as the fatty was getting more and more excited, Luke suddenly said, "That's all you have. Let's go!"
Before Fatty could understand what he meant, he felt a terrifying power erupt from the pair of sabers.
Even if his Physical Outburst was the strongest in the Fraternity, there was no way he could fight back.
A knife and a drill were stirred into a flurry of blades. The matte military knives were like two venomous snakes as they lightly brushed past his wrists.
The fatty loosened his grip, and the two weapons flew a few meters away, stabbing into two pieces of pork.
He looked at his weak opponent in shock and opened his mouth to say something.
Luke, however, didn't give him the chance. His two sabers turned into a blur as he waved them. "Too slow! You're too slow! If he was slow, he would hesitate, and if he hesitated, he would lose! Faster! Faster! Faster! You don't even know how to dodge the saber, what kind of bullsh * t saber technique are you practicing! Trash, go to hell! "
The series of rebukes were as violent as the two sabers, striking Fatty both physically and mentally.
As if he had been electrocuted, Fatty swayed left and right amidst the countless black arcs of light, but he didn't fall.
Only the blood that the black sabers took from his body turned into beads of blood that left countless bloody lines in the slaughterhouse.
When the rebukes disappeared, Fatty stared at Luke in front of him with lifeless eyes. His lips wriggled. "So, so fast …"
Thump! Bang!
His heavy body collapsed to his knees before he fell to the ground. A large amount of dark red blood gushed out from his body and stained the ground.
Luke chuckled. He flicked his saber at the pork next to him, and the drill rose up at the tip of the saber.
He swung the saber and slapped the handle of the drill.
Clang! Puchi!
The steel drill flew out, and a flagpole appeared on Fatty's head, who was lying on the ground.
Perfect!
This fatty was called Butcher, and he was also a famous assassin.
If there was one thing he had in common with Luke's Ghost Butcher, it was that he had killed countless people.
Luke simply cleaned up the bad guys for credit points, but this guy didn't just kill for money; he also liked to torture the innocent.
Butcher was a psychopath who liked to stay in this slaughterhouse, so he hadn't participated in the battle just now.
But this guy had long been in Luke's black book, and he couldn't be allowed to live.
Earning 1,800 experience and credit points as the top assassin proved that this guy's hands were stained with blood, and he deserved to die.
After killing this psychopath, Luke wandered around the textile factory and threw everything he saw into his inventory, such as cash, weapons, gold coins, files, and raw materials for medicinal baths.
Only then did he return to the slaughterhouse and carry Sloan, who was only half dead but still alive.
Finding a hook, he hung the old guy up and said, "Speak. Tell me who your sugar daddy is."
Sloan's eyes flickered. "I don't know … ah ~"
Before he could finish his words, he let out a blood-curdling scream.
Luke's saber lightly swept across his body, and a piece of black flesh fell off. "It's fine. There are still a lot of places on your body that can be cut. Also, your immortal body is very powerful. I don't have to worry about you dying."
He was sure that this old guy still wanted to live and find a chance to escape. He wouldn't want to die.
Otherwise, as long as he removed this abnormal immortal state, Sloan would definitely die very quickly.
Then, he shook his head inwardly. Maybe it wouldn't be that quick. Some people who were cut in half at the waist could live for a long time, and even write the word "tragic" on someone else's leg.
But Sloan's mouth was very hard, and his strange black body almost didn't feel any pain. He didn't even need to breathe, and inducers were basically useless.
Only Elementary Annihilation could give this guy intense pain.
Luke still had to cut off a lot of things that looked like fat beef slices before he got a lot of information out of his mouth.
Even so, this old guy wasn't very honest.
When he asked about the raw materials for the medicinal bath, he lied again and again. Unfortunately, he didn't know that Luke had already investigated him beforehand.
Apart from the most important, which was the location of the raw materials for the medicinal bath, Luke knew everything else.
Even if Sloan had an unyielding personality, it wouldn't affect Luke much if he killed himself.
Luke, who had no scruples at all, naturally cut him again. After ensuring that the fat beef slices were as thin as a cicada's wing and almost transparent, he finally obtained information about the raw materials.
It was an extract from a strange flower in the depths of the Amazon jungle. It was called the Blood Orchid by some primitive tribes there.
Sloan had set up a secret plantation there that belonged to him alone. Nobody in the Fraternity knew about it.
When he heard what the Blood Orchid extract looked like, Luke's heart skipped a beat. He took out a small injection bottle from his pocket. "Is this it?"
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