Chapter 10

The scene unfolded suddenly, leaving everyone stunned by what was happening before their eyes. Before they could fully react, Wang Yue had already yanked open the curtain.

Two revolvers almost simultaneously covered every corner of the room, the gunshots merging into a continuous roar.

These people had no time to react. Wang Yue's mind instantly locked onto all targets within a thirty-square-meter radius, like the optical targeting of a fighter jet. Once locked, the targets were ensnared in the crosshairs, and the only thing left was slaughter.

Every movement and change was clearly reflected in his mind. His spirit controlled his consciousness, which then extended to his arm muscles. As his fingers mechanically pulled the trigger, the muzzle flashed, and a life vanished from this world forever.

Bang! The fastest-reacting thug on the left had just raised his shotgun when a 10.16 mm pistol bullet blew off his entire skull.

Immediately after, his companion was shot through the chest. Then the third, fourth, and fifth. Every thug who reached for their gun in that instant was shot, without exception, with one or several bullets. Blood flowed everywhere, and the air was thick with the smell of blood.

"Damn, out of bullets." Click, click. The hammers of the revolvers clicked, and the chambers spun empty. Wang Yue raised his hand high, turned around, and swung the heavy metal gun, which weighed over two pounds, at a thug who had just rolled off the sofa. The thug's nose was broken, and his face was covered in blood.

It was his first time using this world's firearms. Although his mental power could lock onto every move of his opponents, the recoil from the continuous shots still made his fragile body suffer. As a result, he often had to fire additional shots, and the ten bullets from the two revolvers only killed five people.

One thug, hit by the gun, fell back onto the sofa, his head broken and bleeding. The remaining two, the slowest to react, were terrified and ran around the room like headless flies. Wang Yue pulled out a dagger from his belt, chased them down, and stabbed one in the back, piercing his kidney. He then turned around and slit the throat of the last thug on the sofa.

When he stood up again, there were already eight bodies on the ground.

With the music from the bar covering the gunshots, the noise here was not particularly noticeable. Moreover, Wang Yue's actions were swift and decisive, and the eight professional thugs didn't last a minute under his assault.

Standing in the center of the room, his chest heaved like a bellows, and the hot breath from his mouth and nose made his face turn red. This burst of strength was already an extraordinary feat for his untrained body. No matter how skilled or mentally sharp he was, it couldn't make up for the immense physical toll.

However, soon, invisible, transparent rays of light began to emanate from the bodies on the ground, rushing into Wang Yue's body. His strength quickly returned to normal.

After killing these eight people, Wang Yue's eyes grew even deeper. Sensing the clear changes within his body, he had no intention of stopping.

These people were not good. Each of them had multiple murder charges. If it weren't for Salon-Jasb's immense influence in York, they would have been hanged years ago. Now, their deaths were a form of waste utilization.

The key was Salon-Jasb. If he couldn't be killed today and managed to escape back to his stronghold, it would be even harder to act next time. This guy always brought a dozen or more bodyguards to Wildfire, showing how much he valued his life. Any sign of trouble, and he would be impossible to find.

Moreover, Salon-Jasb was known for his cruelty and endless methods of dealing with enemies. Things had come to this point, and he had to see it through to the end. Otherwise, it would be a huge threat to Wang Yue and his family.

Tearing a strip of cloth from the sofa, regardless of the blood, Wang Yue tightly wrapped it around his palm and wrist. He then flexed his fingers, feeling the increased grip strength. This method, originally used in military first aid, could compress the veins, promoting blood flow. In combat, it prevented wrist and finger injuries and enhanced the impact on the opponent.

The method was simple but highly effective.

Taking two steps forward, he listened to the sounds from both directions. Suddenly, he turned back and picked up the shotguns from the two thugs at the left entrance. These two had been the fastest to react and the quickest to die, with a belt of shotgun shells around their waists, but they hadn't managed to fire a single shot.

The rapid gunfire had already numbed Wang Yue's wrists, and using the revolvers again wouldn't be as accurate. The shotguns, with their immense power, were better for close range, requiring no aiming. Just point and shoot.

Entering the left corridor, it was a long hallway leading to a steel door at the end, which opened to the basement. Outside the door, a dozen fully armed thugs were gathered. Some had already heard the unusual sounds and were looking suspiciously in his direction. Although the music was loud, the gunshots were distinct, and experienced people could tell the difference.

But even if they sensed something was wrong, there was no chance to save themselves. The old theater's corridor was narrow, only wide enough for two people to walk side by side, with no place to hide.

Wang Yue, holding a shotgun and a bandolier of shells, stepped out from the corner and pulled the trigger.

The thunderous gunshots echoed continuously, and dense steel pellets flew through the narrow corridor, tearing apart everything within fifty meters.

Step by step, the large shotgun barrel smoked as he fired off seven or eight shells in one breath. No one was left standing. The loud gunshots finally alerted the people in Wildfire. The music in the bar suddenly stopped, and there were panicked shouts and the sound of footsteps and running.

However, most of the thugs who had come with Salon-Jasb were already dead at Wang Yue's hands. The remaining ones were mostly Wildfire's thugs, with fewer weapons and less of a threat to Wang Yue.

Moreover, Wildfire's internal layout was complex, and not all thugs had access to the back area. Only a few from the nearest direction could reach here quickly. By the time they arrived, saw the bodies, and called for reinforcements to search for Wang Yue, he would have finished his business.

Tossing aside the red-hot shotgun, Wang Yue stood at the steel door, pressed his ear against it, and heard footsteps on the stairs inside. Realizing he had alarmed the people inside, he took a step, grabbed the door frame, and braced himself against the wall, climbing up like a gecko.

The next moment, the heavy steel door opened, and two tall bodyguards, one after the other, rushed out with guns.

Seeing the bodies and blood, they were shocked. One turned and shouted back into the room, retreating, while the other, slower to react, looked around. Suddenly, Wang Yue released his grip and dropped onto him, wrapping his arm around the man's neck and spinning him around. With a swift movement, he cut the man's throat, and blood spurted out.

At the same time, he flipped over, threw the dagger, and it embedded in the back of the other man, who stumbled forward and fell down the stairs.

Wang Yue landed on his feet, took a few deep breaths, and as the white light entered his body, he could clearly hear the footsteps and shouts from the other end of the corridor. Some were already in his line of sight, raising their guns to shoot.

The corridor was narrow, and Wang Yue was not panicked. He took a step forward, entered the room, and pulled the door shut behind him. The steel door was thicker than the one at the back of Wildfire, with no small window, and was embedded in the wall. Once locked from the inside, it would be difficult for anyone outside to break in, even with a key or force.

A series of bullets hit the door, sending sparks flying.

Seeing their comrades dead and Wang Yue entering the basement, the Wildfire thugs were enraged, but the steel door blocked their path, and they had no immediate way to break through.

The space inside was vast, and the light couldn't dispel all the darkness. Wang Yue squinted to adjust to the light, his back pressed against the wall, his feet raised and steps light. He held the dagger in his hand, the cold blade pressed against his forearm, moving downward quickly.