I've Become the King of Villains in the Game

Chapter 39 I'm Here to Kill (Please follow!)

Woof woof!

The stray dog appeared again.

It wagged its tail and darted to Chen Lun's feet.

"You haven't left yet? Perfect, I need your help with something."

He patted the dog's head.

Then his fingers moved slightly, and a faint light appeared on his fingertips.

He opened his mouth slightly and let out a loud meow.

Meow!

Meow!!

Responses came from all directions.

Immediately, countless green eyes emerged in the darkness.

Connie and Floey were startled.

There were at least thirty to forty different stray cats gathering around.

"They will escort you back, don't worry."

Chen Lun turned his head to look at the two girls.

"Ah... is this, is this all real?"

Connie was first startled, then somewhat dazed.

What a surreal night this has been.

They encountered danger, experienced a rescue, witnessed a perilous battle, and now were being escorted home by so many kittens!

Woof!

The stray dog, like a lead big brother, led the other cats around the feet of Floey and Connie.

It seemed to signal, don't worry big brother, with us here, no horny dogs will come harassing them!

"Be careful."

Floey said softly.

Chen Lun nodded, giving a reassuring look.

Just don't know if Floey could understand it...

Afterward, Floey took Connie and followed the cats and dog away.

Watching them disappear from view, Chen Lun bent over and picked up a blunderbuss from the ground.

[Raging Fire – Homemade Firearm]

Item Description: Craftsmen have developed this gunpowder flintlock gun through self-study and creation, with rough craftsmanship and distinctive ideas, this weapon was made.

The widened muzzle endows it with potent lethality at close range and does not restrict the ammunition used.

A handful of crushed iron sand, and it blasts a person to bits!

Of course, its negligible flaw is that it's not very stable, prone to barrel explosions, and a bit cumbersome to use...

After reading the description, Chen Lun couldn't help but think of those iron fist gloves.

"Mad Hand... could it be specifically crafted to be used with this thing?"

The more he thought about it, the more it seemed so.

He also admired the craftsmen who created these items.

Their thought process was incredible...

He turned to glance at the sign next to the stairs labeled "The Drain" and walked straight down.

When he truly entered The Drain, his first impression was that it was filthy, messy, and stank!

A foul smell hit his nose right away.

Chen Lun frowned slightly and quickened his pace.

He passed by many cottages along the way, most of which were dilapidated.

Since the Lamplighter would not come here to light lamps, the residents would hang a simple lantern at their doorways.

It was like a candle covered by a fishbowl.

The faint light shone across the embankment walkway, directly opposite the large and wide "sewage moat". Not far away, a neon sign flickered, and he could vaguely make out the words "Flora and Fauna Tavern".

Soon, Chen Lun arrived at the entrance of the tavern and pushed open The Great Gate.

Clang!

Noise and heat waves hit him in the face.

Inside, it was bustling and extremely lively.

In stark contrast to the dead silence and chill outside, it was like a different world.

A bunch of drunken patrons glanced at him, then paid no more attention and continued to immerse themselves in the pleasures of gambling and flirting with the maids.

"Hey, handsome, looking for some fun?"

The flamboyantly dressed proprietress came over, smiling obsequiously.

A hint of wariness flashed in her eyes.

Although the young man with black hair was dressed in tattered clothes, his appearance and demeanor clearly did not fit in with the surroundings. Moreover, the chill emanating from him now made people shiver involuntarily.

"Madam, may I ask if the Iron Fist Gang's stronghold is here?"

Chen Lun asked politely in a soft voice.

The tavern mistress leaned in close, and the smell of her cheap perfume was somewhat overpowering, making him want to sneeze.

"Excuse me... sir? Are you in the wrong place?"

The landlady vehemently denied entry, revealing a strained smile.

She had a strong premonition that this man was definitely here to cause trouble!

An officer from the Security Office? Or some guy from another gang?

Chen Lun gave her a slight smile, pushed past her, and headed straight inside.

He had already gotten his answer from the woman's behavior.

"Sir? Sir! Where are you going!?"

The landlady suddenly became anxious, feeling that she couldn't stop this man, so she ran back to the counter.

She took out an old walkie-talkie from the drawer below, ready to tip off the Iron Fist Gang members in the courtyard.

Squeak!

At that moment, several large black rats darted out and bit her hand.

"Ah! Damn it!"

The landlady was startled, and the walkie-talkie fell to the ground in pain.

Then those few rats immediately picked it up and carried it away like a coffin, quickly fleeing the scene.

"??"

The landlady froze.

"The rats... The rats took my walkie-talkie!?"

Chen Lun roughly pushed past the drinkers and maids blocking the way, causing a chorus of grumbles and gasps.

"You little punk!"

A scruffy drunkard who looked like he hadn't bathed in decades glared, reaching out to grab Chen Lun's collar, ready to give him a good lesson.

But a flintlock gun was promptly pressed against his forehead.

"Sir? If you want to die, I can assist you,"

Chen Lun said with a smile.

"Sor...Sorry!"

The drunkard instantly broke into a cold sweat, his raised hand retracted to his chest, showing an ugly smile as he slowly backed away.

"Ah—!!"

A scream erupted.

The maids in the store were so frightened by the scene that they hid. Other patrons also began to get up in a frantic rush, distancing themselves amid a clamorous uproar.

Chen Lun ignored them and kept moving forward.

A number of cautious drinkers had already sensed something was amiss and quietly left the tavern.

Chen Lun passed through the kitchen, snatched up a chef's knife on the way.

He then pushed open the door and entered the courtyard.

"Who's there!?"

A voice called out in challenge.

Iron Fist Gang members were practicing their strikes on wooden targets in the yard when they heard the door open and looked over.

"Your good friend, Jack."

Two men in leather jackets exchanged glances, one ran towards the building, and the other came forward.

"Jack? Don't know him."

He said coldly.

"If you're in the wrong place, get lost already!"

"Heh... not likely,"

Whoosh—

A flash of cold light.

The sharp chef's knife slashed across the man's throat.

The leather jacket man gurgled a few sounds, clutching his neck as he collapsed.

Then Chen Lun threw the chef's knife in his hand, which sliced through the air with a shriek and struck the other man in the back.

Due to the momentum of running, that man lunged forward several meters, convulsed on the ground, and then lay silent.

Chen Lun strode forward.

The light from the tavern behind him shone through the window, casting his shadow long, dragging it toward the building.

Passing by two large warehouses, Chen Lun faintly heard the sounds of clanking inside and pondered for a moment.

But he didn't have time to care, heading straight into the building.

At that time, there were only a handful of Iron Fist Gang members in the hall, and boss Gary sat on a sofa like a king, reading some documents.

"Hey! Who are you!?"

Seeing a stranger waltzing into their gang's territory, a few of the card-playing Iron Fist Gang members abruptly stood up.

They stared at Chen Lun with wariness.

Gary also shifted his gaze from the documents in his hands to the stranger at the door, his eyes narrowing.

"Who might you be? Coming to our Iron Fist Gang this late, do you have pressing business?"

"... Murder."