The King of Black Fog

"Put these on!" Du Hua tossed the day's clothes to the woman.

The woman was young and beautiful, with a mature femininity that he took a liking to at first sight. He had been stalking her for several days, and it was not easy to finally bring her back to his home.

The woman sobbed, choked up, and trembled as she changed into the clothes.

There was a black lace bra, matching black panties, a white high-collared blouse, and a black pencil skirt that revealed her snow-white, delicate thighs.

Du Hua swallowed gulp after gulp of saliva.

"Hurry up!" he urged, kneeling in front of the woman.

The woman managed a strained smile, extending her bare feet towards Du Hua: "As a reward, let... let you... my... "

The woman cried inconsolably, unable to finish her sentence.

Du Hua's breaths were hot, his nostrils flared, and he was no longer concerned about the woman, instead engrossed in examining her exquisitely delicate feet.

Suddenly, like a dog hearing that it can feast, he immediately held the woman's foot, brought his mouth close, and attacked frenziedly.

The woman kept her eyes firmly shut, her body shaking.

Before long, the tops of her feet were sticky.

Du Hua stood up, his eyes red, breathing raggedly.

"I can't take it anymore! Too damn tempting!"

He lunged forward, embraced the woman's body, greedily inhaled through his nose, and kneaded forcefully with his hands.

The woman let out a painful wail: "No... please... let me go... I won't call the police... please..."

Du Hua stood up, swallowed saliva, and began to remove his pants.

The woman took the chance to scoot backward, but Du Hua grabbed her ankles, yanked her towards him, and pressed her beneath him all at once.

"No! Don't!" The woman desperately pounded on Du Hua, pulling his hair.

His scalp ached sharply, and Du Hua slapped her: "Behave yourself!"

The woman's face was left with a vivid handprint, her hair in disarray, her will to resist broken as she covered her face and wept.

Du Hua lowered his head, searching for the entrance, about to force his way in when suddenly, there was a loud thump above, startling the thieving-hearted Du Hua so much his entire body shrank.

Waiting quietly for a moment, Du Hua, enraged by his own cowardly reaction, yelled furiously upstairs, "Fuck you! Trying to scare me to death? What the hell are you jumping around for in the middle of the night!"

After cursing, he resumed fiddling with himself, the other hand roaming over the woman's body.

Without any special clothes, the woman's body became incredibly seductive.

"Thud, thud, thud!" That's when the knocking started again.

"Damn it!"

Normally, Du Hua would pretend not to be home, but now he was consumed with rage. He pulled up his colorless pants, left the bedroom, locked the door behind him, and strode towards the main door.

"Who is it?!"

As he twisted the doorknob, a thought suddenly struck him—wasn't the room he rented on the top floor?

Suddenly, his neck hurt and the world before him went dark.

""""""

Li Changzhou rose from the ground, surveyed the living room, and saw nothing out of the ordinary; it was a typical household.

His gaze fixed on the bedroom. The door had been fastened with a chain lock from the outside.

He removed the lock and pushed the door open slightly. A soft noise of someone moving came from inside, tinged with fear.

Li Changzhou didn't enter. He picked up the unconscious Du Hua, blended into the ceiling, and emerged on the top floor.

The night breeze was gentle, and the distant flow of traffic was like a bright yellow river. In this bustling city, how much evil was hidden?

He casually threw Du Hua onto the ground.

"This beast!" Li Qianxia couldn't help but curse.

With Yang Qinglan's Perception, not only could she hear clearly what was happening downstairs, but she could also visualize the scene in her mind based on the sounds.

She had intended to assess the situation before acting, but after listening to Yang Qinglan, she immediately requested her older brother take action right away.

Du Hua's strength was not worth mentioning. Li Changzhou took extra caution, in case the enemy resorted to instinct, and also opted for a surprise attack, making it doubly sure.

"Should we kill him?" Li Changzhou sought an opinion.

"I've got this!" Li Qianxia said, spreading her hands, ready to summon the "Mosquito Style Blood-sucking Gun."

Two heartbeats later, she retracted her hand, angrily stating, "No, killing him would be an insult to my weapon."

In the words of Mr. Lu Xun, she was "beside herself with rage," pushed to the extreme of anger.

"Qian Xia, don't be mad," Li Changzhou said with a smile, trying to comfort her. "People with a little bit of power always want to use it at every turn, and once they have strength, they think they can do whatever they want. This kind of thing didn't just start after the Value Game emerged."

"But the frequency of such incidents doesn't mean we won't get angry. Imagine how desperate the imprisoned girl must feel!" Li Qianxia said sympathetically.

"I'll kill this beast for you," Li Changzhou said.

Yang Qinglan, as rational as Li Changzhou, knew that such things had been happening from ancient times to every day, but she was as angry as Li Qianxia. She hadn't spoken because she was using Perception to pay attention to the girl's situation.

Li Changzhou took out the windproof lighter he had bought earlier.

He pressed the lighter's button, and a burst of blue flame shot up.

With his left hand, he made a virtual tap and dragged the flame as if he were swiping on a smartphone.

The flame was dragged away, and under his control, it turned into an extremely fine thread that burrowed into Du Hua's ear.

Soon after, blood trickled from Du Hua's ear, and a white Identity Card slid out from the top of his head to the ground.

"Phew!" Li Changzhou took a breath as if he had been holding it, "I'll need to practice this 'Flame Wave' more over the next two days, it's harder to manipulate than I thought."

"Let's see what his Instinct is," Li Qianxia said, curious but too disgusted to pick it up herself.

Li Changzhou picked up the Identity Card.

[Nickname: The Eye-Plugging Handyman]

[Name: Du Hua]

[Value: 0]

[Instinct: Photo Transmission]

[Skills: "Unlearned," "Unlearned," "Unlearned," "Unlearned," "Unlearned," "Unlearned"]

"Photo Transmission?" Li Qianxia repeated, puzzled.

"That woman has escaped," Yang Qinglan said, dropping her eavesdropping demeanor to inform the others.

Li Qianxia shifted her focus, saying, "I hope she can forget this incident, and doesn't report it to the police. With the criminal dead, she may live a stronger life from now on."

"It depends on her courage," Yang Qinglan said, then asked Li Changzhou, "What Instinct?"

"Hmm—, it's similar to the Flying Thunder God, using photos as coordinates," replied Li Changzhou.

[Name: Photo Transmission]

[Type: Skill]

[Quality: B]

[Special Effect: Can teleport oneself to the location of one's own photo]

[Minimum Use Conditions: Intelligence 7, Charm 6, Perception 4]

[Introduction: Each use consumes 1 point of Intelligence; the range of teleportation is determined by Charm]

[Notes: What happens if the photo is torn during Teleportation? Why haven't the people who experimented with this returned?]

Du Hua didn't have the 4 points of Perception, nor the 6 points of Charm or 7 points of Intelligence required to use "Photo Transmission," but he could use it because it was his Instinct.

Li Changzhou removed "Skin Enhancement" and equipped "Photo Transmission."

Yang Qinglan didn't understand what Flying Thunder God was; she looked at Li Qianxia for an explanation.

In a low voice, Li Qianxia explained, "It's a ninjutsu from a manga, where one can instantly teleport to a marker."

Yang Qinglan frowned, thinking of the missing person notices that entered every household and remained in lingerie stores.

Li Changzhou also thought of this and frowned, "Did he install cameras in the lingerie store?"

"There were none when we went. Cameras can't escape my Perception," Yang Qinglan responded, shaking her head.

After pausing, she added, "But I can't rule out the possibility that he installed them later—other girls might have been secretly filmed. Go and check his room, and if you find any, delete them directly."

"Okay."

Li Changzhou then sank into the ground and emerged directly in Du Hua's bedroom.