Editor: Junyans
Ge Pei had voted to invite Xia Tian as a Guest Show player, although he had wanted someone else the year before. His attention, however, has always been easily diverted. In the last two months, he had no desire stronger than ruining Xia Tian and Bai Jingan.
He knelt beside Xia Tian, the young God of War lying in a vast sea of rainbow pink flowers. It was an exquisite sight.
Around them, the metal of the elevator had already begun to distort. The trap would be set a bit later, but only by a few minutes. No matter what, the prey would soon grace the feast.
He said softly to Xia Tian, “I have always wanted to know what you taste like.”
The prey’s eyes widened, and Ge Pei could clearly see the fear in them. In these moments, you realized who the true predator in this world was.
“Don’t worry,” he reassured, “I won’t kill you. Medical technology is pretty good now. I just want to taste you.”
He reached out and gripped Xia Tian’s jaw. With another press of the punishment button, the prey stopped resisting, invisible bonds restraining him. Ge Pei forcefully turned Xia Tian’s head, exposing his pulsating arteries.
“I’ll use a golden dinner knife, adorned with silver gems, featuring patterns from the classic Ares series,” he said, “Now, you are worthy of real ancient tableware. It must feel like eating a God.”
He stretched out his red tongue and licked along Xia Tian’s arteries, feeling the texture of the skin, the sweat, the fear, and the beating of the arteries.
Teasingly, he played with his tongue—
At that moment, he felt something touch the back of his head.
He was seized with terror at once.
Two seconds later, a chill crawled up his spine as he suddenly realized what this meant.
In the corner of his vision, the defense field indicator read: Terminated.
Ge Pei lifted his head, the captured prey now glaring at him fiercely. He saw Bai Jingan beside him, holding a gun.
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The sounds of gunfire around them had disappeared at some point. In that battlefield, besides the three of them, there were no survivors.
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Bai Jingan regarded him icily, his expression reflecting intense fury and an eagerness to lay waste to everything.
He was holding the Destroyer VII series energy gun, something common. One could find a dozen in a random dumpster in a civilian district.
I couldn’t possibly die from such a gun—
This was his last thought before death embraced him.
Blood splattered all over Xia Tian’s face as he lay in the pink flower bed, utterly disheveled, exuding a grim and bloody aura.
Bai Jingan grabbed Ge Pei’s terminal and released the Beast Capturing Net, his fingers shaking with anger.
Then he pulled Xia Tian up. The man was drenched in sweat, still trembling uncontrollably. Bai Jingan, holding the “Doomsday Beast” in one hand, escorted him to an escort vehicle, yanked out the corpses from inside, and shoved him in.
Behind them, the elevator slowly rose, and Purgatory Soup Club’s hunting team came out in full force.
Bai Jingan sat in the driver’s seat, started the engine, and the vehicle shot forward like an arrow, bullets closely following and colliding with the escort car, which caused a wild and chaotic jolt.
The rocket launcher was still disabled, buying them considerable time.
Behind them, the well-equipped hunting team charged into the chaotic wasteland, where wildflowers were in full bloom and corpses littered the ground. The prey’s car escaped and headed down the highway.
Bai Jingan opened the car’s communication device, where he heard the hunting team rapidly exchanged tactical terms and decided to speed up, fearing they might be left behind if they were slow and become derelict in their duties. Half a street away, more vehicles and hover shuttles were rapidly closing in.
Xia Tian sat beside him, nervously wiping off the marks Ge Pei had left on his neck with his sleeve.
Bai Jingan turned to look, and Xia Tian also looked back at him. Amidst the escape, the chase, and the increasingly tightening bloody pressure, a hint of schadenfreude was evident in their eyes.
No matter how powerful, these fuckers still end up dead like fucking trash.
After the brief exchange of glances, Xia Tian reached out to dismantle the locator device on the car. Bai Jingan stared at the rearview mirror where he saw a glint approaching. He made a sharp turn, and an explosion occurred behind the car where it had just been.
There was a maintenance roadblock ahead. Bai Jingan didn’t bother looking and rammed straight through it. The car jolted, then continued downhill.
Xia Tian tossed the locator device out of the window, quickly skimmed through Ge Pei’s phone, and threw it into the trash bin, where it was incinerated to ensure its destruction.
Meanwhile, the car entered an underground tunnel on the lower level. The energy-saving lamps lights on both sides cast an eerie glow on the road, making it look like the underworld. It brought them thoughts of the Lower City.
In the car’s radio, the sounds of the mobilized hunting team gradually diminished, eventually falling silent. Bai Jingan made another sharp turn, and the vehicle found itself on a massive lane below the Upper City, illuminated by holographic advertisements describing ways to alleviate emptiness, anxiety, and unhappiness, or showcasing various gory hunting games.
As the road gradually ascended, the pursuers vanished.
The stolen car was in a mess after taking the hit from various firearms and a rocket launcher, but it was not conspicuous at all in the traffic heading into the city. Scars were a common decoration here.
Bai Jingan drove the escort car out of the underground tunnel. Outside, the sky had darkened, advertisements staining the night with an unclear murkiness and unnatural heaviness.
Xia Tian rubbed his neck until it turned red. Ge Pei had left behind a bruise, which extended into Xia Tian’s collar.
Both knew the organizers undoubtedly knew their whereabouts, but the bigwigs watching the Guest Show had made a decision to temporarily conclude this battle.
A text message arrived on the car terminal, unsigned and unnumbered, containing only a gruesome image of a hunting rifle lying in a bed of rainbow pink flowers.
Xia Tian knew what they wanted to convey: the prey had temporarily won a round, tearing apart a hunter.
He looked at the image, unsure whether these people were angry, excited, or gloating. But whatever it was, their emotions would morph into the same thing: anticipation for brutal destruction.
Bai Jingan parked the car at a rest area. Xia Tian immediately bolted to the restroom and nervously washed up at the sink for quite a while. After he returned, both remained inside without going anywhere, discussing their next steps.
Xia Tian drank a glass of hot juice slowly. His body was still shaking a little, but he was much better.
Judging from the information sent by Minkov Jr., the effectiveness of the Beast Capturing Net generally lasted for three days. Because only a small portion of his body had been hit by the energy net, Xia Tian’s body would likely process and metabolize the nanobots within six to seven hours.
“Two Swift Eagle S3s, one Destroyer VII, a Hunter Century commemorative edition, and Marshmallow,” Bai Jingan said.
“Are all the bombs gone?” Xia Tian asked.
“All used to blast the defense field.”
Xia Tian laughed. “The explosion was fierce enough.”
“Guns are not hard to come by.”
“Yeah, find a nightclub, and you can easily pick up half a dozen.”
Bai Jingan tossed a Swift Eagle S3 to Xia Tian, placed another gun at his waist, and grabbed a fast-food burrito before tearing it open to eat.
“According to Ge Pei, they’ve prepared a ‘feast,'” he said.
Xia Tian’s face turned cold as he gave a noncommittal “Hmm.” Half of his collar was still damp from the washing at the sink.
“In other words, they’ll hunt us until the ‘invitation’ is successful,” Bai Jingan remarked.
“No matter what kind of feast it is, that fucker won’t get to enjoy it anyway,” Xia Tian replied.
They discussed the weapon issue again. Weapons with excessive firepower were impossible to purchase in the show, nor could they be obtained through friends—anyone associating with them would face dire consequences.
Bai Jingan had previously stockpiled a considerable amount of weapons in his old house, but now it had turned into a God of War Memorial—Huitian claimed it indeed aligned with the contract terms for the company to reclaim the property. They had a way of making sure nothing belonged to you.
Their new house was just acquired the day before yesterday. It was clean and tidy. At most, they could make a few bombs out of kitchen supplies.
However, in the Upper City, weapons were easily accessible. This was a dark forest of skyscrapers and neon lights rampant with firearms and drugs. And they were one of the experts in weaponry and killing.
They didn’t say a word about going home.
Dee Dee was there. They needed to stay as far away from her as possible without mentioning a word about her. A huge, distorted cloud of darkness hung over them, pervasive enough to destroy anyone who came close.
They sat in the car, eating, with nowhere to go.
In this bustling city filled with numerous buildings, the two wealthy celebrities found themselves homeless, becoming the prey of the powerful.
