"Bang bang bang…"

A frenzied explosion sounded from the shaking sandbag. Under the pale light, a bare-chested figure was in the rain, breathing a blazing aura.

The vigorous figure was like an agile leopard in the rain. He protected his head with both fists and took agile steps. Like a wheel, he moved left and right and waved his fists crazily around the sandbag.

However, the storm-like movements suddenly changed at a certain moment. The complicated fist shadows instantly became simple and pure. He clenched his fist and pointed two fingers at the air, cutting the grass like a sharp blade. A flash of light disappeared in the rain.

When he looked again, he saw a long and narrow opening on the sandbag. Strands of black iron sand fell from the opening and splashed into the rain.

"Puff!"

The two fingers changed again. The five fingers stood up and turned into a hand knife, piercing into the sandbag.

Tang Zhan's eyes were a little red, and his eyes were bloodshot. Under the light, they looked like two drops of blood that had yet to dry. His originally rhythmic and stable breathing had also become hurried and chaotic.

He calmed his breathing and looked at the broken sandbag. He frowned and was speechless. This was not the first time.

He didn't know when it started, but he couldn't help but want to vent the anger in his heart.

The longer he practiced, the harder it was to suppress the evil in his heart. At first, he could still control it, but as time passed, the evil hidden deep in his heart was like a demon trapped in a cage for a long time, growing stronger and stronger.

Even though he had tried his best to restrain himself from practicing the things he saw in his dream, he could only quench his thirst with poison. He was like a ticking time bomb that would explode at any time.

Tang Zhan had thought that he could restrain himself, but when he saw the corpse today, the evil spirit in the depths of his heart seemed to have been awakened. It was like a beast that had smelled blood and became restless, especially the person in the raincoat...

He could feel that his body was uncontrollably excited, and every inch of his muscles seemed to be trembling.

It was raining heavily. Tang Zhan lay down with heavy breathing.

"Why don't we kill him!"

His eyes that had just been closed suddenly opened again. He pressed his right hand on the ground, and his entire body stood up straight like a spring. His eyes were covered in blood lines, turning dark red.

The moment this thought appeared, it was out of control, and the evil aura and resentment in his chest were difficult to dissipate.

"No!"

However, Tang Zhan quickly shook his head and denied this thought. It was not until a basin of cold water was poured over his head and a bone-piercing cold hit him that he panted heavily. He was like a drowning person who was drenched in cold sweat.

After a long time, he walked down to the balcony and looked at the time. As he wiped his body, he sat by the bed and recalled what had happened today. He looked out the window at the rainy night and was lost in thought.

The next day.

A phone call came suddenly.

"Hello, who is it?"

"Tang Zhan?"

The other side seemed to be arguing very loudly. After a while, a frightened voice sounded.

"Tang Zhan, this is Li Gui. Where are you now? Can you come to the club?"

Tang Zhan was slightly stunned.

"What's wrong?"

However, Li Gui's next words surprised him.

"My brother is dead."

Tang Zhan did not ask any more questions. He nimbly put on his clothes and went out.

Li Gui was Li Tai's younger brother and also the club's manager. He usually had a title and knew nothing about fighting. However, he did not forget to eat, drink, and gamble. His relationship with Tang Zhan was neither good nor bad. The key was that he knew how to be a person. He was familiar with everyone. He could even talk to the grocery lady.

But now, Li Tai was also dead?

Tang Zhan was a little surprised. In his impression, Li Tai was a kind person and did things appropriately. He didn't seem like someone who would make enemies with others. Moreover, he was fine when he left yesterday.

Soon, when Tang Zhan arrived at the club, he saw Li Gui squatting at the door smoking with a frightened expression.

This person was less than thirty years old. From afar, he looked like a little old man in his fifties or sixties. His eyes were dark and his face was pale. He looked like he had been hollowed out by wine and sex. He did not even notice Tang Zhan walking past him.

"Supervisor!"

Only when he opened his mouth did Li Gui tremble.

"He's here."

His eyes were blank as he recounted what had happened.

It turned out that this kid had been fooling around in the nightclub since the night before yesterday. He didn't know that there was a murder in the club at all. When he came back in a daze last night, he didn't expect to see Li Tai lying on the ground covered in blood the moment he opened the door. He died miserably and was so scared that he peed on the spot.

In the club, the police were almost done with the scene.

" My brother called me several times last night. He was in a deep sleep. If I had known earlier, I would have picked up."

Tang Zhan ignored Li Gui's nonsense and quickly swept his gaze around. Finally, his gaze stopped on a coarse cloth sandbag. His gloomy eyes faintly changed.

This sandbag was broken, but the way it was broken was a little different. The entire hole exploded outward like a trumpet flower, as if a firecracker had been stuffed into it, revealing its back.

However, Tang Zhan was really looking at the other side of the tear. For some reason, he was reminded of the raincoat man he met yesterday.

After a moment of silence, his eyes, which were still looking around, suddenly became a little strange. He slowly retracted his gaze and then fixed it on the hair on his arm that was quietly standing up again...

……

Late at night.

A person walked out of the misty rain.

Wearing a hood and a black suit, he walked to the clubhouse that was still sealed off and went into an alley.

Looking at a window seven or eight meters above the ground, the man in black took a deep breath. His throat swelled, and his legs bent. He bent down and rose from the ground. The puddle under his feet instantly looked like a huge rock had fallen into it, splashing water everywhere.

In the dark night, with the help of the weak light, the man jumped high up from the ground and then leaned on the smooth and seamless wall like a gecko. His hands and feet moved, and he actually moved toward the window bit by bit.

It was dark in the club.

The man in black jumped down from the air and slowly took off his hood. His low voice sounded in the darkness," Who would have thought that the murderer would have been hiding at the crime scene all this time? He's really bold."

As he spoke, his face was filled with an indescribable strange smile. He smiled like a demon, baring his teeth, and his eyes were bloodshot.

"Bada!"

A pale light suddenly lit up overhead.

The man in black raised his head and saw Tang Zhan's face.

His gaze swept across the entire hall like lightning and finally stopped on the vase in the corner.

The vase was about half a meter tall, green and white, shaped like a jar, very inconspicuous.

However, Tang Zhan gradually narrowed his eyes, and the cold light in his eyes suddenly condensed. It was as if two cold stars had flashed past and ruthlessly nailed onto it. A sharp and fierce awe-inspiring aura inexplicably appeared on his thin and pale face, as well as a restless killing intent.

He shook his hands and smoothed out the hair on the back of his hands.

"Come out. No matter how well you hide it, the smell of blood won't dissipate."

"Ka…Ka Ka…"

Almost at the same time as he finished speaking, a slight sound suddenly came from the vase, like the collision and friction between bones.

Tang Zhan's eyes flickered. In his clear eyes, a head slowly poked out from the vase. There was also a pair of faint eyes that looked at him without blinking. There was a cruel gaze that was full of aggression that made one's hair stand on end.

This was a bald man, middle-aged, with an ordinary appearance. He was the kind that would not stand out in a crowd, but anyone who had seen his body would definitely not forget him.

Just as Tang Zhan was sizing him up, the muscles under the other party's skin were currently trembling and twisting like dragons and snakes. It was as if there were layers of visible ripples. There were also the sounds of bones and tendons grinding against each other. They crackled and exploded, as if a string of firecrackers had been lit on the ground.

This person was less than half a meter tall at first, but in the next second, he was like a genie in a magic lamp. He completely opened his skeleton and returned to his original appearance.

His thin and short torso swelled up. His temples bulged, and his muscles bulged. His neck was as thick as a bucket. When he spread his arms, two wing-like muscles immediately extended from his armpits. Veins and blood vessels bulged out like earthworms, exposing his body. From afar, he looked like a giant demon, extremely terrifying.

Tang Zhan's pupils constricted. All these years, he had not only been practicing the killing technique in his dreams, but he had also dabbled in combat from all over the world. Seeing the other party's physique, he did not know whether he could fight or not, but he was sure that he could take a beating. His explosive power was also very shocking.

"Bone Shrinking Technique?"

Their eyes met, and the bald man walked out of the vase expressionlessly.

"You know what's good for you!"