Yellow Shirt Fatty

Dear tired Reader, it is an honor that you have chosen this book amidst the heavy, gloomy aisles of the Library.
It is with some regret, however, that I must inform you this book is ill.
Your fingers should be able to feel the raised Proliferation of tissues on the surface of the Skin of the book, 
The words written in days of old are like Parasites taking root in the pages, longing for someone to observe their writhing,
To sense, to decipher, and to touch the very essence of this sick story.
If you insist on borrowing this book, please be sure to regularly check your own physical condition.
Keep in mind.

The Gentleman at the End

felt an unsettling sensation when facing off against Prophet Yuri, to put it colloquially, it was like their underwear was completely transparent to their opponent.


Yi Chen and Jin's every attack, laced with killing intent, was foreseen in advance, regardless of speed, coverage range, or the perfection of their combined strikes, the rhythm of the entire battle was firmly in the hands of Yuri.


the battle with Yuri was not crude and did not fit the description of a Butcher as others had labeled.


Yi Chen, accustomed to observing others, saw this particularly clearly,


even though there was an aura of blood around Yuri, and each move carried almost physically manifested bloodlust, the whole person seemed incredibly delicate—akin to a true "Main Doctor".


So delicate that each slash appeared as if playing a piano, each cut into flesh was layered with precision,


Chapter 272: Private Trade