"No valuables in the bag? Then open it up and let us have a look."
Qin Siyang glanced at the three homeless men robbing him, but he wasn't flustered.
All three were just ordinary people. If he wanted to escape, there was no way they could stop him.
As he was considering which direction to break through and leave, one of them spoke again, teasingly,
"You brat, running so fast in this alley like you're fleeing for your life—must be something in that bag you don't want others to see, huh? Tell you what, we're not greedy. Leave a quarter for yourself, and the remaining three-quarters for us. We'll help keep your secret, how about that?"
Another chimed in,"Yeah, hand it over, and we three will pretend we never saw you. Otherwise, you won't escape a beating. Even if you do manage to run, we can go straight to the police and report you. When you turned into this alley, the streetlight lit up your face—we've already memorized it."
Hearing this, Qin Siyang's feet, which had been preparing to flee, came to a stop.
These three had seen his face. That meant the risk of exposure.
If they really did go to the police and report him, wouldn't all his efforts be wasted?
Suddenly, a surge of killing intent welled up in his heart.
The ferocity in his gaze was instantly caught by the seasoned criminals, who had spent years surviving in the gray areas of society.
"Boss, this kid's eyes… he looks like he wants to kill us."
"Hah, kill us? Just him, a broke brat? If he's thinking of murder, that means whatever's in his bag is worth a fortune. We might as well take him out and claim that fortune for ourselves."
Saying this, the three men each pulled out a knife and lunged at Qin Siyang.
Qin Siyang had never killed anyone before. Just now, it was merely a thought that had crossed his mind.
For someone like him—who had lived an ordinary life in a civilized society—killing wasn't something easily done.
Previously, he might not have been able to bring himself to do it. But now, these three had backed him into a corner.
"If fate wants you dead, don't blame me."
"Brat, you're acting tough! Kill him!"
Seeing that Qin Siyang had no room to dodge, the three were already reveling in their guaranteed victory.
However, in his eyes, their attacks were like those of three-year-old children—weak and powerless.
With a sudden punch, Qin Siyang's fist struck the face of the nearest man.
The moment his knuckles hit the man's nasal bridge, he felt the crisp vibration of bones shattering.
But the breaking didn't stop there. The man's face caved in as his fist drove deeper, the cracking of bones continuing in succession.
Blood gushed out from his now collapsed mouth and nose.
THUD!
The man was sent flying seven or eight meters before crashing onto the ground, rolling several times on the stone pavement before coming to a stop.
Qin Siyang's keen senses allowed him to witness the entire sequence of his fatal punch. His heart pounded with adrenaline.
HE HAD KILLED SOMEONE!
That now unrecognizable face was frozen in a bizarre expression, directed at both Qin Siyang and the remaining two thugs.
The two men trembled in terror at the sight, immediately realizing they had messed with a Sequence Ability User.
But fear was one thing—they didn't back down.
Both were fugitives with lives already stained with murder. They knew full well that at this point, it was kill or be killed. Begging for mercy was useless.
The only way to survive was to kill Qin Siyang.
With crazed desperation, they charged at him, knives poised to strike.
Qin Siyang stepped back with his left leg, then swung out a powerful kick—landing straight on one man's waist.
More crisp cracking sounds traveled up his leg.
The man's body bent at an unnatural angle, snapping clean in two. His upper and lower halves, barely held together by flesh, flailed as they followed the arc of Qin Siyang's kick.
As Qin Siyang retracted his leg, the now-bisected man crashed into the last remaining thug, sending both tumbling backward.
Without hesitation, Qin Siyang leaped forward, closing the distance to the disoriented man. He raised his fist once more.
"M-Mercy! I'll give you all my money—"
Even now, the thug's survival instincts drove him to plead.
But Qin Siyang didn't give him the chance to finish. His fist hammered into the side of the man's face, crushing his skull to pieces.
"Killing you means your money is mine too."
After slaughtering all three, the killing intent in Qin Siyang's heart gradually faded, replaced by an inexplicable emptiness.
He let out a sigh, feeling somewhat lost.
He never thought he'd end up killing someone.
But it was self-defense. Nothing more to say.
Besides, he had a feeling that killing these three wasn't the end—it was only the beginning.
The beginning of his adaptation to taking lives.
Silently, Qin Siyang steeled himself, forcing his trembling body to calm down.
Once composed, he didn't leave immediately.
He remembered that in the [Godslayer Camp], there was a Sequence ability that allowed people to read a corpse's final memories.
To avoid being exposed, he wrapped his fists in one of the dead men's clothes and smashed their skulls beyond recognition.
After cleaning up the scene and wiping away any traces of blood, he took all the money from their pockets and stuffed their corpses into an abandoned warehouse.
Then, he lit a fire, burning the bodies along with his bloodstained outerwear.
This was to prevent any Sequence Ability User from tracking him through scent.
Although he wasn't sure if such an ability existed, it seemed entirely possible.
He had chosen this warehouse for the same reason—to avoid being traced by scent.
The road outside was muddy, filled with numerous footprints, indicating that many people had passed through. This would help mask his own trail.
To avoid leaving footprints himself, he carefully leaped across scattered stones, ensuring he left no trace.
"Hopefully, this should be enough."
Worried that the fire might draw attention, Qin Siyang waited until the flames fully engulfed the corpses before fleeing the scene at full speed.
This time, he ran with everything he had, like a man possessed.
If anyone had seen him in that dark alley, they would've mistaken him for a speeding car rather than a person.
Qin Siyang ran for over half an hour before finally emerging onto the main road again.
His heart still raced with excitement from his first kill.
But there was no panic in him anymore. His gaze had grown steadier.
"If you don't live for yourself, heaven and earth will destroy you."
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