Chapter 77

The gunshot ceased.

The hall fell silent.

Yang Jian sat on the sofa, his calm demeanor tinged with a chilling coldness as he surveyed the people in the club. Beside him lay Ye Jun's corpse, the foul-smelling blood and bodily fluids oozing from the wounds, gradually spreading across the floor.

The head of the corpse was shattered, and all the specialized bullets from a handgun had been fired.

From the moment he started to the moment it ended, the process took no more than ten seconds.

Clean and efficient.

And extremely ruthless, giving Ye Jun no chance to communicate.

"Now, is there anyone who still wants to talk about rules, seniors?"

Yang Jian said earnestly, "By the way, I've always wanted to be a good person. I hope the seniors can give me a chance to be good. I can say sorry for what just happened, and I hope you won't misunderstand me. After all, I'm not a bad person at heart, and I believe you can understand a moment of impulsiveness, right?"

"Kids, being immature, are bound to make mistakes."

"......"

You didn't even blink when you shot and killed someone, and you say you want to be a good person?

Even lying has its limits, doesn't it? And you're apologizing now?

You killed someone and then apologized—what kind of apology is that?

The others immediately frowned and fell silent.

This newcomer was too ruthless, ready to act without a word, and he didn't hesitate to shoot. Did he not know that Ye Jun was also a ghost controller?

Under the same status, you should have been more restrained, yet you acted so recklessly.

But, they could sense that this newcomer, Yang Jian, was not someone to be trifled with. Though they had their opinions, no one was willing to be the first to challenge him.

Moreover... Ye Jun might not be dead yet.

If he was dead, the ghost inside him would come out, and that would not be good news.

Suddenly,

Ye Jun's corpse, which had been lying on the ground, twitched.

"Hmm?"

Yang Jian immediately noticed.

Was he not dead yet, or was the ghost inside him about to revive?

Ye Jun's corpse continued to twitch, and the movements grew more intense. His limbs twisted into a bizarre position on the ground, and the putrid smell of decay mixed with the bodily fluids spread.

His body had decayed to such an extent in a short time.

Given this level of decay, he should have died weeks ago. It was hard to imagine that this corpse had been drinking and chatting at the bar, living a normal life just moments ago.

"If Ye Jun really dies, you'll be left with a mess. How will you clean it up?" Zhang Han, standing nearby, became uneasy.

If a ghost controller dies for no reason and a ghost comes out, it would be a disaster.

Even if so many ghost controllers could handle it, who would want to use that ability?

Yang Jian glanced at him, his face showing no fear as he watched Ye Jun's body struggle and twist.

If he wasn't afraid when he was alive, why be afraid now that he's dead?

...Even though a ghost controller is more dangerous when dead.

"Still moving? I want to see if you can still struggle after I break your limbs."

Yang Jian narrowed his eyes and flicked his wrist, extending the baton in his hand.

This was also Hao Shaowen's weapon, a custom-made one.

Without any hesitation, he raised his hand and struck Ye Jun's struggling corpse with the baton.

The force was immense, and the corpse was immediately beaten to the ground, one arm broken and blood and flesh splattering everywhere.

"Move, keep moving." Yang Jian continued to beat the corpse with the baton.

The corpse, whether from the beating or its own reasons, struggled and twisted wildly on the ground.

Blood and flesh flew everywhere, and the smell of decay was overwhelming, making people want to vomit.

"Even in death, you can't rest. I want to see what kind of ghost is inside you." Yang Jian, panting, continued to beat the corpse with the baton.

His face, twisted with a mix of savagery and coldness, made him look like a demon from hell.

It was terrifying.

He was not just ruthless but also a madman.

The others looked at each other.

They were secretly relieved that Ye Jun had gone to trouble Yang Jian, and not them. Otherwise, they would be the ones lying on the ground, being beaten.

Too ruthless.

You're still a kid.

At that moment, in a private room on the second floor,

A young man, seeing this scene, frowned deeply. "This newcomer, Yang Jian, is arrogant and ruthless... He caused a disturbance on his first day, and he should be killed."

"He can't be killed. His file has been transferred to the police, and joining the police is a safe move. If you touch the police, it will cause trouble for you in the future," said another person, dressed in dark clothing, whose gender was indistinguishable.

"Then he must be killed. If he becomes a police officer in Dachang City, will there be any room for us to survive? We need to set an example, or else the club will be in chaos with more newcomers joining."

"Right now, he's the one setting the example, and we are the ones being intimidated. Maintaining order requires strength. Yang Jian may seem reckless, but he has already understood the rules," the dark person said. "What kind of person is the most terrifying?"

"The most terrifying are those who don't follow the rules. Without rules, there is no restraint. The difference between a ghost controller and a ghost is not in their level of terror, but in the various invisible restraints. Although they control evil ghosts, they are still human at heart. But he..."

He glanced at Yang Jian, who was beating the corpse.

"He is more like a ghost, and you know nothing about his abilities."

The young man said, "No matter how troublesome, he is still just controlling a ghost..."

At that moment,

After beating for a while, Yang Jian, out of breath, took a short break.

Just as he was about to continue,

The supposedly dead Ye Jun suddenly grabbed Yang Jian's foot with his almost crippled hand and said, "Big brother, please stop, can you give me some face? I'm a ghost, after all. Aren't you afraid of ghosts?"

"Hmm? You're not dead?" Yang Jian was taken aback.

"Just a breath away from death," Ye Jun said.

Yang Jian examined the grotesque corpse. "You're really tough. Your head was shattered, and your body is like this, yet you're still conscious. I thought the ghost inside you was about to come out, which got me a bit excited."

"Since you're not dead, let's continue talking about the rules here."

"......" Ye Jun wanted to die now.

Not only did he use his ghost's power for no reason, but he also offended this madman.

His ghost handprint didn't even faze this guy, who showed no fear.

Threats had no effect on Yang Jian.

"No, can we not talk?" Ye Jun said.

"If you won't talk, I will. I'll continue to talk about my rules. Don't worry, I'm a good person and won't bully you," Yang Jian said earnestly, looking at the baton in his hand.