Fell was struggling to stay conscious; his body felt like it was going to stop responding to him at any moments. Killing Vicious Zhang in a frontal assault wasn't without a price.
His skin was utterly charred black, a smell of burned flesh emanated from him. His internal organs were displaced, and his lungs were perforated, every single breath was a constant struggle.
Calming down, he swiftly checked the content of Boss Zhang's office. There was a large painting hung on a wall. It depicted a group of magnificent ladies. Behind the piece of art was a small safe. Fell tried to open it with no success; the high-end safe was too secure, you could either open it by vocal or facial recognition.
Sadly, Fell could use neither option. Vicious Zhang was dead, and his body was unrecognizable, his last attack being a suicidal one, it completely ravaged his body beyond recognition.
Not finding any other solution, he unsheathed his sword. And, used his greatest strength to hack on the safe. His blade swiftly cut through the metal object. Although the backlash of executing a sword skill with his body's condition left him coughing blood.
He ignored his broken body and checked the contents of the safe, inside of it were three black cards and a golden-colored manual. The three black cards were linked to Vicious Zhang's personal account, the gains he made with DarkSun were all collected in those three international bank accounts, making Fell gain a massive fortune. As for the golden manual, Fell deduced it was the lightning-based energy cultivation technique that Vicious Zhang was using. Expeditiously,
Fell swiftly emptied the safe and left the empty manor, leaving behind him mountains of corpses. New Casablanca's top gang was promptly uprooted in a single night; the slums finally freed from their tyranny. While trying to use Fell as a stepping stone, Vicious Zhang ended up losing his precious life.
A few hours later, the sun was majestically making its way to the top of the sky, announcing the start of a new day. Fell finally came back to Moha's house, his physical condition was horrendous, but his defying physique was slowly regenerating itself.
His broken bones were mending themselves; fresh rosy skin appeared under his charred one. His life force kicked in, healing and fixing every injury in his body. His blood was running through his veins, supplementing every single part of his body with nutrients and oxygen.
Leftover energy from his first consumption of Pill was also being consumed, hastening his body's recovery. The energy present in a grade 2 Pill wasn't to be belittled, a small First step cultivator didn't have the strength to process it all.
By the time Moha opened his eyes, Fell's body already left its critical condition. He looked the same as usual, the only detail betraying him was his pale white face.
"I… am alive?" he asked half awake and confused, his last memory was the speech he gave to Fell while he was on his death bed. Ensued by a flood of memories rushing to his brain, the pain from the beating he received from DarkSun thugs burned his chest.
He started patting his body, tracing his body and looking around for marks of his injuries. His head tilted in the side from confusion; his eyes were darting around him as if someone was going to give him the answer to his questions. He lost himself in his doubts, a blank look appearing on his face.
Fell watched the funny scene unfurl in front of his eyes; he wasn't bothered to clear Moha's doubts. The old man got up from his bed, directed himself to his bathroom.
A few seconds after that, a surprised yelp resounding through the small apartment. Followed by a running Moha that jumped at Fell.
"It must be you! What did you do to my body!" he screamed while grabbing Fell from his collar, agitating him up and down.
A pained grunt escaped the young man's lips; his internal organs were still recovering. Moha quickly noticed it and put him down, then looked at him with expectation.
"You were gonna die... I had to save you. I… didn't expect the little side effect…" He said while avoiding Moha's intense gaze.
The Absolute Recovery Pill being a precious Rank 3 Pill, its effects were to be expected. It not only completely healed Moha from his injuries, but it also gave him back his appearance when he was in his twenties, healing his body from the ravage of time.
"What side effect is this. This isn't the face of Moha the Butcher…", his words were the complete opposite of his actions, he was eyeing his body in a narcissistic way.
His skin was bright and flawless, it had the same suppleness as a newborn. He could be assessed as good-looking, similar to those dazzling actors in top rated movies. With a hand raised to his chiseled chin, he continued.
"Well, I have to be honest, this new face is quite good-looking, Your uncle would have been quite the lady-killer if I wasn't living in this sh*thole!"
"Talking about sh*tholes, where are the bastards that ambushed me and destroyed my bar?" After calming down, he finally thought about his assailants. Deep down he was fuming that he, The Butcher, might have died to crappy thugs.
"They are dead." Calmly responded Fell.
"Well, we still need to teach DarkSun a lesson. We'll take back what they destroyed!" He was already thinking about his revenge, how he would torture every single member. He was pounding on the table in front of him with rage and anger.
"DarkSun isn't a problem anymore; they will never show their face again in this city. I uprooted their QG when you were recovering."
Hearing the news, Moha's laughter spread like a wave through the small room. Fell quickly recounted last night's assault, skipping the details about cultivation, only telling him how he barged inside and cleanly killed them all.
"Well done! That's my boy! Clean and swift!" Moha reacted with pride shining in his eyes. A single night to uproot the slums most virulent Gang wasn't an easy feat. But the young man in front of him accomplished it, alone and in one sweep.