Chapter 366: Chapter 366

The iron rod, carrying a gust of wind, smashed towards Zhang Xiaohao’s head.

"Be careful!" the young matron hurriedly exclaimed.

Zhang Xiaohao’s eyes turned cold, and with an outstretched left hand, he caught the hurtling iron rod in his palm.

"I’m quite familiar with this move! Now, have a taste of your own medicine," Zhang Xiaohao said indifferently.

He snatched the iron rod from her grip and casually smashed it forward.

The middle-aged woman’s words were cut short as the iron rod directly shattered her skull; half of her corpse fell to the ground, dead beyond doubt.

"Damn you! How dare you kill Sister Mei, you rotten kid, you’re going to pay!" A roar suddenly erupted from within.

Scramble scramble scramble...

Hasty footsteps sounded as a group of about twenty ruffians, armed with machetes, quickly rushed out and surrounded Zhang Xiaohao and the two others in the middle.

"Chop this brat to pieces and feed his flesh to the dogs! Avenge Sister Mei!" the leading brute said with murderous intent.

"Feel the might of my machete!"

The twenty-odd ruffians, yelling and wielding their machetes, hacked viciously towards Zhang Xiaohao’s head.

"Ah!" The young matron screamed in horror at the sight.

"Hold your positions!" Zhang Xiaohao reminded them.

He turned his palm over and took out a deck of playing cards.

Swoosh swoosh swoosh...

With a flick of his fingers, the playing cards flew out from his palm as if they had eyes, swiftly targeting the approaching ruffians.

Striking them in the center of their foreheads.

The twenty-odd ruffians, with lingering grievances, collapsed to the ground with their cold bodies, maintaining their original poses.

"Now it’s your turn," Zhang Xiaohao said.

He stepped forward towards the leader of the brutes.

"Ah! Are you a human or a ghost?" The leader stepped back in terror.

Zhang Xiaohao’s foot flew up, kicking him squarely in the chest, and sent him flying.

As he was hurled away, the leader felt a sweetness in his chest and spat out a mouthful of blood.

His body lay motionless on the ground, like a kite with its string cut, lacking the strength even to twitch.

"You’ve got some nerve, trafficking babies!" Zhang Xiaohao said coldly.

"I’m a member of the Heaven and Earth Sect, you brat. You dare to interfere with our business; you’re not going to end well," the brute threatened viciously.

"Heaven and Earth Sect? During my absence, when did a rat like you pop up in Southern Province?" Zhang Xiaohao sneered.

He put pressure on his right foot, grinding it against the brute’s face.

A series of crisp sounds followed. By the time Zhang Xiaohao lifted his foot, the brute’s teeth had been completely crushed.

"Stay here and don’t wander off. I’m going to take a look inside," Zhang Xiaohao instructed.

"Okay," Zhou Yating and the young matron replied in unison.

Zhang Xiaohao nodded, then stepped towards the abandoned warehouse.

With a casual kick, he toppled the warehouse door.

Zhang Xiaohao strode in with purpose.

"Hmm?" Zhang Xiaohao’s brow furrowed.

His gaze turned icy in an instant, as a violent killing intent surged out wildly from within him.

There were a dozen or so columns, and tied to each column was a young woman.

Each one with tattered clothes and disheveled hair, their bodies marred by dried streaks of moisture.

Behind these young women, there were about twenty children.

Boys and girls alike, and even infants barely six or seven months old, each tied up there with black tape over their faces.

"Who the hell are you, you little shit!" roared a red-haired thug upon seeing Zhang Xiaohao enter.

He tossed away the cigarette butt in his hand, picked up the machete at his feet, and charged at Xiaohao with a group of his underlings, radiating murderous intent.

"You scumbags deserve to die!" Xiaohao declared, his murderous aura reaching the sky.

"Haha! We might be scumbags, but there’s no shortage of people who want to kill us, and yet aren’t we still alive and well?" the leader with red hair boasted arrogantly.

No sooner had his words fallen, than Xiaohao had reached his side.

His palm struck down dominantly, smashing the man’s head into a pulp.

He gripped what was left of his half-body and yanked it fiercely, brutally tearing the corpse in two.

"Ah! You little shit, you actually dared to kill Brother Long; go to hell!"

"Kill this little shit to avenge Brother Long!"

"Daring to come here and run wild, you’re asking for death!"

A gang of underlings roared in fury, waving their machetes as they charged at Zhang Xiaohao, filled with murderous intent.

For a moment, flashes of knife light flickered, and the aura of death soared.

"All of you, go to hell!" Xiaohao said coldly.

He tapped the ground with his foot and charged forward quickly.

His two iron fists brutally and viciously smashed onto their heads, one punch per person, directly crushing their skulls and splattering fragments and blood across the floor.

It was over in an instant.

The speed at which these guys had rushed him was matched only by the speed of their deaths.

Xiaohao’s gaze remained cold and ruthless, his aura of killing intent towering.

With a tap of his foot, he strode more than a dozen yards out, already appearing outside a room when he next came to a stop.

"I come from the grasslands, with bubbling enthusiasm... "

Loud, energetic music, along with the terrified screams of women, filled the room.

"Haha! You little bitch, let’s see where you can run today! The harder you struggle, the more excited I get! Resist with all your might!!" a man’s voice boomed arrogantly from the room.

The door was kicked down by Zhang Xiaohao.

"Ah! Who is this little shit disturbing my good time, you fucking deserve to die!" a bearded brute bellowed.

He grabbed a fruit knife nearby and stabbed it towards Zhang Xiaohao’s head.

Xiaohao’s foot flew up, kicking him in the chest and sending him, knife and all, flying back.

The bearded man crashed into the wall, his body writhing in agony as if falling apart.

A glint of ferocity flashed in his eyes as he quickly reached under the pillow and pulled out a Desert Eagle, pulling the trigger to shoot Zhang Xiaohao dead.

A flash of cold light cut across his wrist, severing half of his arm in an instant.

"Ah!" A piercing scream immediately erupted from him.

Bang! ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵•𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮•𝓷𝓮𝓽

Xiaohao’s right leg kicked out brutally, striking his head and sending him flying.

By the time he landed again, the bearded man had become a cold corpse.

"Are you alright?" Zhang Xiaohao said, handing over a blanket.

"Thank you! I’m fine!" the young girl replied.

Although she was disheveled and her face bore panic and fear, she was trying her best to calm down.

"Alright. I’ll wait for you outside," Xiaohao said.

After speaking, he left the room and closed the door behind him.

After freeing all the women tied to the stone pillars, giving them some space, he turned and walked out.

Outside the abandoned warehouse,

Zhang Xiaohao carefully relayed the situation here before hanging up the phone.

"Are you okay?" Zhou Yating asked.

"I’m fine! You seem pretty calm, huh?" Zhang Xiaohao replied.