Urban Dominating Immortal Doctor

"It's time to head to the next city."

In the night sky, Qin Yang glanced down at Yunshui City.

Flap! Flap!

The Flying Thunder Eagle left Yunshui City and flew directly towards Celestial Sea City, where his next target awaited!

High above Celestial Sea City.

The stars were few and the moon was bright.

Qin Yang stood on the Flying Thunder Eagle, holding a dossier.

The photo on the dossier depicted a pale, even slightly frail-looking man with short pale golden hair, whose appearance was rather ordinary.

However, his eyes were very calm, but within that calmness lay a chilling coldness, indicating a person who held no regard for human life.

This was an assassin.

"Jack the Ripper?"

Staring at the dossier, Qin Yang read out the name.

"So he's called by that nickname?"

Qin Yang raised an eyebrow.

Jack the Ripper was one of the most infamous assassins in the late 19th century United Kingdom, who brutally murdered at least five prostitutes, and his methods were extremely cruel. After killing, he would cut open the victim's abdomen, earning him the moniker "Ripper."

In Celestial Sea City, there were four major underground forces, each occupying one of the four districts: East Qian District, West Qian District, North Qian District, and South Qian District.

The Jack the Ripper in the photo was the top killer by the side of the boss of the West Qian District's underground force, Evil Tiger. He had killed many adversaries for Evil Tiger, and his methods were equally cruel, liking to cut open the opponent's abdomen and then lick the fresh blood.

"Hmph, Old Joe is cunning, giving me either a list of spies or the scum of underground forces."

Qin Yang snorted coldly. Though he had a hint of dissatisfaction, he understood Old Joe's approach, given the many considerations that came with his position.

The Flying Thunder Eagle flapped its wings and flew over a flour processing factory in West Qian District, which was heavily guarded and served as Evil Tiger's lair.

Inside the two-story building of the factory, despite its somewhat rundown exterior, the interior was lavishly furnished with European-style furniture, leather sofas, and splendid chandeliers.

At this moment, a middle-aged man with a rough appearance and a tiger head tattoo on his right arm was sitting on a sofa, puffing a cigar, with a glass of red wine in the other hand, watching a golf match on a projection television.

Behind him stood a young blonde man silently, expressionless, but with extremely cold eyes.

Thump, thump, thump...

As the crucial putt was being played on TV, a knock on the door sounded.

"Come in."

Evil Tiger impatiently furrowed his brows.

The door opened, and a young man with a slightly rat-like appearance walked in.

"Boss, we just caught a super fresh chick today, probably still a virgin."

The rat-faced young man smiled obsequiously as he saw Evil Tiger.

Evil Tiger's gaze turned to the rat-faced youth.

"Boss, this chick is pretty, with skin as white as..."

Seeing Evil Tiger's gaze, the rat-faced youth bore a lascivious smile and continued excitedly.

Hearing this, Evil Tiger slowly extinguished the cigar in the crystal ashtray and then cast a fierce look at the rat-faced youth.

"Boss?"

The rat-faced youth shivered.

Bang!

Evil Tiger's palm slapped hard across the rat-faced youth's face, sending him staggering.

A five-finger mark appeared on the rat-faced youth's face, with blood trickling from his mouth.

"Damn it, didn't I tell you? The situation is tense now, so keep things low. Grabbing random people, you want to get the cops on our tail? If it hits the news or the web, they'll destroy us even if they don't want to. Don't drag me down if you want to die."

Evil Tiger coldly stared at the rat-faced youth, having just become the head of the West Qian District's underground forces and intending to transition from black to white.

"Boss, strictly speaking, we didn't catch her. She was collateral. Her father owed our casino hundreds of thousands in gambling debts, got drunk, and died in a car accident half a month ago. We had to take her as collateral."

The rat-faced youth glanced cautiously at Evil Tiger, explaining. He had made a big decision to present the girl to the boss, only for it to backfire.

"Hmph, where is she?"

Evil Tiger snorted.

"Outside. I'll have the guys bring her in now."

The rat-faced youth said, stepping outside, and soon returned.

Behind him trailed two young men, each holding one of the girl's arms, dragging her along.

The girl wore a simple white dress, with long, flowing hair, her mouth sealed with tape, revealing a fair, delicate face and clear, watery eyes.

However, those clear eyes now brimmed with panic, obviously terrified inside.

Seeing the girl, Evil Tiger's eyes lit up. He'd been with many women, but the girl before him caught him by surprise with her beauty.

"She really is a beauty."

Evil Tiger's lips curled into a smile.

"Heh heh, Boss, satisfied?"

The rat-faced youth smiled obsequiously again, noticing Evil Tiger's look.

"Not bad."

Evil Tiger nodded appreciatively, his desire rising, glancing at the rat-faced youth and the other two young men in black who had dragged in the girl.

"You can stay and watch if you want."

Evil Tiger didn't shy away from doing such things in public; in fact, it excited him more in front of his subordinates.

"Yes, Boss."

The rat-faced youth and the other young men in black brightened up; after the boss was done, they'd have their turn.

"Mmm mmm mmm..."

The girl, restrained, emitted sounds of dread. Though her mouth was sealed, she could hear, and her face turned pale.

"Heh heh, scream all you want, you'll feel good soon."

Evil Tiger sneered and walked over.

The rat-faced youth and the two young men in black watched eagerly.

"Tsk tsk, you really redefine my understanding of scum."

Suddenly, a cold voice echoed through the room.

"Who's there?!"

Evil Tiger started, his rough face twisting in rage, turning towards the source of the voice.

Somehow, two meters from the girl, a youth had appeared, as if materializing from thin air—eerily so.

The two young men in black reacted quickly, drawing guns from their waists, while the rat-faced youth pulled out a knife, glaring at the sudden intruder.