342: Killing spree

Lin Ang ran wildly, completely shaking off the soldiers who tried to stop him.

Finally, he stopped in front of a Brothel.

At this moment, he was covered in blood, some of it dry and crusted, making him look like a terrifying demon crawled out of hell.

Because of this, his appearance didn't attract the madam's welcome like the first time he came; instead, it drew the Brothel's thugs.

The same group of men as last time, they surrounded him with hostile eyes.

"Hey, what are you here for?" Although Lin Ang's blood-soaked appearance made the thugs a little nervous, their leader still bravely asked.

After all, there were so many of them, and he was alone and unarmed.

Looking at his scrawny appearance, he shouldn't be their match.

"Get lost!" Lin Ang ignored them and casually struck down the leading thug in front of him.

Blood and gore splattered onto other guests and women in the Brothel, causing a chaotic scream among them.

Especially the one directly behind the thug, who was splattered with blood all over his face, screamed in terror and walked away.

Seeing this, the other thugs were too scared to move.

Some blood splattered on their mouths and eyes… they were completely unaware, their hearts filled with fear, their minds blank.

Then, Lin Ang stepped over them and walked towards the room where he had heard sounds yesterday.

During this time, no one dared to move, including the guests and women, who all fell silent when they saw him enter.

Bang!

He reached the door of the room and smashed it with a punch, revealing the scene inside.

Inside were several scantily clad women, but they were tied up, their mouths gagged, unable to make a sound.

When they saw the door smashed and someone suddenly rushing in, they all froze.

He scanned these women but couldn't find his wife.

"Madam."

Lin Ang spat out two words heavily.

In the blink of an eye, he appeared before a heavily made-up older woman.

He grabbed her, ignoring her struggles, and growled, "Speak, where is she?"

Hearing this, the madam forced a smile uglier than a cry, and stammered, "S-s-sir, I-I haven't seen your person?"

Lin Ang's grip on the madam's hand tightened, and he said coldly, "What, don't you recognize me? We just met yesterday."

Having been covered in blood, he hadn't been recognized earlier, but as soon as Lin Ang spoke, the madam immediately recognized the person in front of her.

Isn't this the man from yesterday, who came into her shop looking for his wife, and was thrown out and crippled by the thugs?

People who dared to cause trouble in the Brothel were rare, so Lin Ang had left a slight impression on her.

The madam couldn't believe it, "You, you're the one from yesterday?"

Seeing Lin Ang's increasingly impatient expression, the madam couldn't care about anything else and quickly pointed to a room, screaming, "That one, that one!"

As the madam pointed to a room on the second floor, Lin Ang vaguely had a bad premonition.

He casually threw the madam in his hand to her death, then with a fierce leap, he arrived at the door of that room.

This time, Lin Ang chose not to smash the door but gently pushed it open.

Behind the door, of course, there was a brace blocking it, but it was nothing against Lin Ang's current strength.

"Who is it!"

A man's angry roar, accompanied by heavy breathing, came from inside the room. Then he stormed out of bed and walked towards the door.

At this moment, Lin Ang also walked in, meeting the man face to face.

The man cursed at Lin Ang, "Who the f*** are you? Don't you know there's someone in the room? How dare you disturb my good time."

However, Lin Ang had no time for him; instead, his attention was focused elsewhere.

On the bed lay a naked woman, seemingly disoriented, her pupils unfocused, her tongue out, drooling from the corner of her mouth.

On the woman's body, there were many marks of being bound and abused, with red marks on her neck, wrists, and ankles.

Her 'garden' was wide open as if it had endured a thousand armies, staring directly out the door.

What made Lin Ang most distraught was that this woman was his wife.

Lin Ang was stunned; he couldn't imagine how things could have turned out this way.

Seeing this, the man thought Lin Ang was also interested in the woman, so he put away his angry expression and chuckled, "What, brother, you're interested too? Good taste.

Although she's past her prime, she still has her charm, and most importantly, she's cheap.

The same amount of money would be enough to 'order' others several times.

Many guests 'order' her; I heard she hasn't rested much since last night."

Saying this, the man patted his chest and suggested, "How about this, brother, since so many people have played with this woman today, one more won't hurt.

I don't mind you joining us; we can go together, and when it's time to pay, we'll split it in half."

"How about it?" The man winked at Lin Ang.

Lin Ang took a deep breath and blew the man's head off with a slap.

The man, who had been chattering incessantly a second ago, fell limply to the ground, his body headless the next second.

Blood flowed from the severed neck, spreading across the room.

"Su... Su Fen!" Lin Ang's voice trembled uncontrollably.

Not just his voice; he, who had not been shaken by a thousand armies, was now trembling all over.

Upon hearing this, the woman on the bed's vacant eyes seemed to gain a little focus.

"Su Fen." With trembling hands, he covered his wife's body with a blanket, wrapping her up.

Holding his wife with one arm and clenching his fist with the other.

He was going to unleash a massacre!

Roar!

Lin Ang let out a long howl to the sky, a tiger's roar emanating from his mouth.

Bang!

All the doors, windows, and tea sets of the entire Brothel were shattered.

The sound quickly spread, and a deafening tiger's roar was heard throughout the surrounding streets and alleys.

Then, Lin Ang's body in the Brothel was covered with numerous glowing patterns.

Looking closely, they formed a lifelike tiger.

First were the thugs who had beaten him to death yesterday; out of fear of Lin Ang's intimidation, they didn't dare to run.

Boom!

Lin Ang stomped, breaking the second-floor corridor, and leaped in front of the thugs.

He grabbed one of the thugs' heads and crushed it directly, blood oozing from between his fingers.

Seeing this, the other thugs understood that Lin Ang had no intention of letting them go, and staying here meant death, so they all frantically fled.

Unfortunately, from the beginning until now, their lives had always been in Lin Ang's hands.

Run?

Could they outrun Lin Ang?

A punch was thrown, precisely hitting one of the thugs in the back, tearing a plate-sized gash in his chest.

He staggered a few steps, spat out a large gush of blood mixed with organ fragments, and then was lifeless.

Puff!

Puff!

Puff!

...

As for the other fleeing thugs, Lin Ang didn't spare them either, giving each of them a punch.

In the blink of an eye, all the thugs in the Brothel lay dead on the ground.

Looking at the corpses, including the madam's, Lin Ang's anger had not yet subsided.

Then, he struck several more times, killing all the Brothel's staff as well.