The air seemed to be filled with an intense smell of blood. The rain poured down relentlessly, the sky like ink spilling over, engulfing the world in sticky darkness. The white refrigerated truck stood silently in the mud. Two dim yellow headlights penetrated the curtain of rain, like two empty, soulless eyes, staring at the land shrouded in darkness and death. The grating sound of a hinge being forced open echoed. The rusty iron gate of the slaughterhouse was pushed open forcefully from the inside. A tall figure draped in a black raincoat emerged slowly from the shadows. Each step splashed gently in the mud, yet appeared steady, without any hint of stumbling. The violent rain washed away the suspicious dark red stains on his raincoat, quickly erasing the shallow footprints he left in the mud. Fang Cheng stood amid the torrential downpour, breathing deeply the cold, damp air. Then he slowly exhaled the stale air held in his lungs. No wonder those murderers in movies love to emerge on rainy nights. Fang Cheng wiped his soaked face from under the brim of his hat, musing to himself. Such heavy rain, though limiting action, indeed saves a lot of cleanup, serving as a natural barrier to concealment. In the future, maybe he should choose rainy days more often for his activities. As he pondered, the faint sound of police sirens drifted from far off. Fang Cheng raised his eyes, looking toward the city center. Ink-like thick clouds hung low, rolling, seemingly about to collapse. City lights, through the endless rain, appeared distant and dim, like an elusive mirage. As if it was another world... Retracting his gaze, Fang Cheng no longer lingered, lowered the brim of his hat, and swiftly merged into the wind and rain-fused darkness. Next, other prey awaited his "visit." This night was destined to be a sleepless one. A gust of wind howled past, entering the gaping hole in the slaughterhouse wall, swirling and reverberating. The darkness and scent of blood so dense they could not be dispersed enveloped everything here. Only the occasional flash of lightning could momentarily illuminate the scene within. On the ground, pools of dark red, viscous blood and severed limbs were scattered everywhere. As if just after a brutal sacrifice in a chaotic scene. Many rusty iron hooks hung down from the ceiling. On one of them, a severely damaged corpse was suspended. The limbs awkwardly twisted, lightly swaying like a pendulum in the gusts entering through the hole. In those wide-open eyes seemed to linger the unwillingness of those final moments before death. The deceased was Chen Rui. And behind him, on the wall spattered with filthy blood, A freshly painted demon face with a sinister smile was faintly visible in the lightning’s glow. Exuding a chilling aura, as if mocking some fools who overestimated themselves. Lead-gray clouds weighed heavily over the midnight city, Though the intensity of the rain had diminished, visibility was still extremely low. A black sedan sped along the waterlogged road, wheels splashing sheets of water. The wipers tirelessly swayed back and forth, clearing the blurred raindrops from the windshield. On the dashboard screen, numbers flickered, displaying the time—02:07. A long, strong hand gently turned the volume knob. Then, a soft female voice spoke, carrying the lazy magnetism unique to the deep night: "To all our nighttime listeners, welcome back to ’Midnight Heart Words.’ "Tonight, we will take you deep into the soul, to experience those forgotten melodies of the past. Coming next is the early hit by the prince of love songs, Lin Zhixuan, ’Parting’..." With the host’s introduction, a soothing melody and singing flowed gently within the closed car. Like a cup of hot tea steeped in the deep night, it brought a rare sense of tranquility to the wet and lonely rain-soaked early morning. Fang Cheng gripped the steering wheel firmly, his gaze peering through the rainy, blurred window, observing the shifting shadows outside. The neon lights’ colors distorted and elongated by the rain formed streaming streaks on the glass, blurring the city’s edges. He had now left the relatively isolated suburb, entering the junction area between Guilan District and Jiangbei District. The buildings and lights here began to grow dense, revealing the vibrant contours expected of an urban setting. After handling Chen Rui at the slaughterhouse smoothly, Fang Cheng did not stop to rest, continuing straight to another senior cadre’s residence in the Noah Organization. According to Xu Hao’s intelligence, that member was a level 7 cadre, with a background in Special Forces. After physical enhancement experiments, his physical attributes were exceptionally formidable, especially adept in melee combat. Yet Fang Cheng silently infiltrated his residence, and with just a punch and a kick, completely shattered him into a heap of flesh. Not even giving himself the chance for interrogation. That man’s prowess was on a different level compared to Chen Rui. Or should be said, Chen Rui’s transformed state had long surpassed the normal scope of a level 7 cadre. At least, close to the former East Capital intelligence department head ’Ghost’ whom he had previously slain. Fang Cheng’s gaze swept over the rain-washed streets, habitually searching. Wondering if at this hour, there might still be a nighttime snack stand open.