Chapter 21 Uncle

In Fantasy City, there were always many things happening every day. For the people on Nance Street, the downfall of places like the Cook Mansion and the Chapman family was considered significant. However, in the grand scheme of Fantasy City, these events were relatively minor. If Fantasy City was a small world, then it was also a gathering place for all kinds of evil.

Zeke saw the person sitting at his doorstep with a sinister smile and noticed who was seated beneath them.

Brogan was tied up tightly, his mouth gagged, and he seemed to have passed out on the ground.

Alex sat on top of Brogan, wearing a wicked grin as he looked at Zeke.

"Can't believe it, can you?" Alex asked.

Zeke took a deep breath, feeling a sense of regret. In this world, such scenes were constantly unfolding. During his time at the Shaoke Dynasty's Ministry of Justice, he encountered the wickedness within human nature on a daily basis. Even after being reborn in the treacherous Mount Savage, he still came across these things. At this moment, Zeke had an inexplicable feeling that perhaps he lived to eradicate all this evil.

"I thought the destruction of the Chapman family was orchestrated by some powerful force," Zeke sighed. "Turns out it was an inside job."

Alex shrugged his shoulders. "The Chapman family owed me. How much have I done for them over the years? I single-handedly shouldered half of their business empire, yet they treated me like a dog. I'm just reclaiming what is rightfully mine because I created all of this. Those so-called 'lords' of the Chapman family are nothing but useless parasites. I've taken back everything the Chapman family owes me over the years, and now it's your turn to repay what you owe me."

He pointed to his own arm. "You took away my son's arm, and it hurts more than losing one of my own arms."

Zeke nodded. "Because that was the critical moment of your plan. To ensure the plan wouldn't go astray, even if it meant crippling your son's arm, you endured it. That takes some guts. You're quite a character."

Alex didn't fully understand the nonchalant expression on Zeke's face. He didn't know that the people Zeke had faced before were far more cunning than him.

"It seems like you're not afraid," Alex remarked.

Alex twirled a dagger in his hand, its hilt having a loop through which his fingers slipped. The dagger spun like a small windmill on his fingers. In the desolate moonlight, the dagger's cold gleam appeared even colder.

"Actually, I shouldn't be engaging with someone like you, a mere child. It's said that individuals with great stature should have a broad mind," Alex chuckled.

"But that's just who I am, tit for tat. I can't let you off the hook just because you're young. That's not how I operate. In my opinion, the younger you are, the less you should be spared. Because when you're young, the future is uncertain. What if you become powerful in the future? How would I kill you then? But I'm not inflexible either; it all depends on your performance."

He flicked the dagger, and it landed with a thud near Zeke's foot.

"Maim one of your arms first, and maybe I'll consider sparing your friend," Alex pointed at the back of Brogan's head. "This idiot, he'd rather die than utter a word against Zeke."

Zeke looked down at the dagger and then raised his head to look at Brogan. "Because he knows I am not the scum, you are."

"It doesn't matter," Alex said with a smile.

"If I weren't scum, how could I have calculated the entire Chapman family? Now only that little brat Blake is left, but the Elysium Auction House is just protecting him until dawn. Tomorrow morning when he leaves the Elysium Auction House, it will be his death sentence. Before that, you will pave the way to hell. I never thought being scum was a bad thing. In this Fantasy City, is there anyone who isn't scum?"

"Don't talk about those ordinary people, let me tell you a truth."

Alex said word by word, "In this place, there is no ordinary person. Every person who settles in Fantasy City comes here because they have done evil and have nowhere else to go. They become ordinary people in Fantasy City because they are weak. If they were stronger than others, would they not abuse their power and oppress others? Don't be so naive, every person here, except those born here, has committed a crime."

Zeke nodded, "I don't deny that, which is why Fantasy City shouldn't exist in the first place."

Alex pointed to the dagger stuck in the ground, "Don't try to buy time, I know you well. This dead Brogan has a brother in the Dawn Sect, but he's just a lowly janitor. And you, you're an orphan. So no matter how much you try to delay, no one will come to save you."

Zeke replied, "I do."

Alex paused for a moment, looking around vigilantly, then smirked. "Don't pretend, you're just a worthless bastard. In Fantasy City, there's no value in people who can't be exploited. Who would save you?"

Zeke stated seriously, "I do."

Alex seemed to doubt him, constantly looking around. This was his weakness because of his darkness, he was too suspicious.

Zeke smiled, "You're afraid."

Alex laughed maniacally, "Afraid? Starting today, the entire Nance Street belongs to me. Am I afraid of a child like you? My strength has reached the fifth realm of early-stage I can crush you easily with a flick of my finger. Am I afraid of you? You're just an orphan, a worthless bastard. There's no need for you to play tricks. If you really have help, why haven't they shown up?"

Zeke replied, "Once you see my helper, you'll be dead."

Alex looked around again, but found nothing.

Zeke smiled and said, "From the beginning, I felt something was amiss. Why would you bother to intervene between me and those low-level thugs from the Bully Association? It's because you didn't want a small incident to disrupt your plans. Why didn't the Chapman family retaliate against the Cook Mansion when I injured the Bully Association members? Not because the opportunity wasn't good enough, but because you had secretly colluded with the Cook Mansion."

"The Chapman family may look down on you, but they trusted you, including Blake. You said the opportunity wasn't good, so they didn't take further action. But at that time, it was the beginning of your collaboration with the Cook Mansion to annihilate the Chapman family. When the Chapman family realized what was happening, they still didn't know who their true adversary was. So they had to send Blake into the Elysium Auction House to protect the only remaining bloodline of the Chapman family."

"Now that I have noticed these suspicious details, do you think I haven't prepared anything?" Zeke asked.

This made Alex even more confused, but he couldn't even begin to imagine what preparations an orphan like Zeke could make.

It's not that Alex looks down on Zeke, but it's because Zeke truly doesn't have much capital. He was just a kid in his early teens, unable to cultivate and not a prodigy. With no foundation or backing, what was there to be wary of in such a child? But Zeke's composure only intensified Alex's doubts. He remembered that night when Blake said he wanted to keep Zeke. He saw Blake as a young wolf. And then looking at Zeke, he realized that Zeke emitted an even more intense terrifying aura than Blake.

Until now, he couldn't understand how Zeke possessed such a temperament.

Zeke smiled and said, "Remember, never let others see everything about yourself before you succeed."

Alex couldn't comprehend why Zeke would say such words.

Zeke bent down to pick up the dagger embedded in the ground, spinning it on his finger. "If you hadn't mentioned it, I wouldn't have known that you had achieved the fifth realm of early-stage. With your cultivation, it would indeed be too easy for you to kill me. If you weren't so smug, you wouldn't have exposed yourself. If you were more cautious, you should have said these words to my corpse."

Alex stood up, a fierce glare in his eyes. "I will turn you into a corpse right now."

"Too late," Zeke chuckled. "Do you know why I did such attention-grabbing things at the Elysium Auction House? It was to pique people's interest in me. They would wonder why a kid like me had such keen insight. Some might become greedy, thinking that controlling me means controlling a path to wealth. I also took advantage of the situation and obtained a bead from the Elysium Auction House. It wasn't just a water snake tumor; it was a genuine monster crystal. Although I used it to feed my cat."

"Oh, by the way, have you seen my cat?"

Alex's expression continuously changed. He couldn't grasp the meaning behind Zeke's words.

"What are you trying to say?" he asked.

After a brief silence, Zeke asked, "Do you think a cultivator of the third realm of early-stage can kill you?"

Alex became even more bewildered. He felt that he couldn't continue listening to Zeke's nonsensical ramblings. This guy seemed to be talking incoherently and making no sense. Yet, it was precisely these unrelated words that made Alex feel afraid. He had a sense that something bad might happen, so he decided he must immediately kill Zeke and leave this place.

Zeke placed the cat on the ground and pointed at it. "I obtained a monster crystal and fed it to the cat. It has become my ally. Now, do you understand why I said all these things? Because I'm waiting for it to absorb the power from that crystal... Alex, do you dare to come closer now? You might regret it because you can't even defeat a cat."

The previously lazy white cat stood there, and after Zeke finished speaking, it suddenly raised its head and let out a roar. That single roar carried the might of a tiger!

In an instant, Alex even hallucinated that behind the white cat appeared an extraordinary ferocious beast.

"I'll kill both of you!"

Alex charged forward but suddenly felt a sharp pain in his back. Then, something cold pierced into his back again and again. He quickly turned his head and saw Blake with white hair.

Blake also had a dagger and stabbed Alex's back over a hundred times in less than a second. The heart, kidneys, and all the vital points.

"When he asked you if a cultivator of the third realm of early-stage could kill you, you should have thought it was me," Blake's knives showed no mercy as he spoke.

"My strength is far inferior to yours. If he didn't help me divert your attention, if you weren't so focused on that cat in the end, how could I possibly kill you? Uncle?"

Blake kicked Alex over, plunged his knife into Alex's chest, then pulled it out, slashing across Alex's throat. "We had a fight at the Elysium Auction House, and everyone knows I'll be escaping from there early tomorrow morning. So no one would suspect that I left with him; he went through the front door, and I went through the back. He said he would make me aware of our enemy tonight, and he did. I've also done the same."

Blake licked the blood off his knife. "Goodbye, Uncle."

But as he said those words, Zeke felt that there was something sly and profound flickering in Blake's eyes for a moment.