Supernatural Insight Eyes
Chapter 377: Base 0376

Chapter 377: Base 0376

Ye Qiu bid farewell to Caroline, and Caroline, unable to deter Ye Qiu from confronting the beast-men, reluctantly gave up.

Ye Qiu left.

Caroline was alone in the room, sunlight streaming through the windows, her face indistinct.

From the information Caroline provided, there were details about the beast-men’s stronghold in Italy.

Ye Qiu disguised himself and headed straight for the beast-men’s location amid the darkness.

As night fell, the streets of Italy, devoid of the daytime bustle and splendor, were not crowded, and occasionally a few beggars could be seen sleeping in a corner.

Ye Qiu, dressed in black, sauntered through the night. Despite Italy’s development, the nighttime was not safe.

Many forces enjoyed emerging at night; only then did Italy become their playground.

Not far away, groups of thugs could be seen on the streets, smoking cigarettes.

Ye Qiu arrived at the most chaotic area of Italy, a gathering place for the darkest elements, where the beast-men’s stronghold was located.

Before Ye Qiu could get close, five men stopped him. Three of them were smoking, while the other two blocked Ye Qiu’s path, holding a dagger and flipping it dexterously in their hands—clearly planning to rob Ye Qiu.

"Easterner, hand over all the money you have," said the men in English, clearly intending to rob him.

One of them held a knife to Ye Qiu’s neck, while another approached, took a drag on his cigarette, and blew a cloud of smoke in Ye Qiu’s face.

"Does this Easterner not understand?"

"Let me talk to him."

Seeing Ye Qiu’s indifferent response, the two knife-wielding youths grew angry, but the smoker dropped his cigarette on the ground and unexpectedly spoke in Chinese, which took Ye Qiu by surprise.

"Kid, hand over all the money you have on you."

"Of course, if you hand it over willingly, we won’t trouble you, we’ll just strip you of your clothes. But if you don’t, the consequences will be different when we find it ourselves."

"See that fat guy next to me? He really likes men. If we have to step in, I’m afraid your ’chrysanthemum’ will not be spared."

The man spoke fluent Chinese, which would typically scare any ordinary Chinese into submission, paying up to resolve the matter.

However, Ye Qiu was indifferent to these few men, and as for that sleazy fat man with a homosexual demeanor, Ye Qiu only wanted to avoid him at all costs, without even the desire to beat him up.

"Hey, are you scared silly? Be smart and do it yourself."

Seeing that Ye Qiu remained silent, the foreigner who spoke Chinese grew somewhat irate.

"Step aside," Ye Qiu finally spoke, his tone cold, paying no mind to the other man’s words.

He had intended to take down the beast-men’s stronghold, but these blindsided troublemakers emerged; he did not have time to waste on them.

The five young hoodlums, seeing Ye Qiu’s disrespectful retort, looked at each other and laughed, "Kid, your ’chrysanthemum’ isn’t escaping being ravaged by Fat Dis today."

The youth who spoke Chinese gave a signal to the two with knives to take action.

The two thought that since the knives were already at Ye Qiu’s neck, he wouldn’t resist, but as soon as they reached out, Ye Qiu grabbed their wrists. Cursing in English, they tried to slice open Ye Qiu, intending to draw blood.

Suddenly, they felt a sharp pain in their abdomens. They hastily retracted their knives, clutching their stomachs in agony.

"If you don’t want to die, don’t stand in my way," Ye Qiu said indifferently.

The person who spoke Chinese, seeing that Ye Qiu dared to fight back and not wanting to waste time, called over four others to beat Ye Qiu violently.

However, what happened next was beyond the five people’s imagination.

Ye Qiu moved too fast for anyone to see clearly, and within a blink of an eye, he had knocked all of them to the ground.

A series of screams erupted immediately.

Ye Qiu did not even glance at the five men as he drifted away; he had shown mercy by not killing them.

These five men had no idea what kind of being they had provoked. If they had known that Ye Qiu was a figure who made even the Assassin community tremble, they probably would not have dared to rob him.

This was just a minor episode for Ye Qiu.

While Ye Qiu was infiltrating the Beastmen stronghold, inside a secret estate, Duke’s face looked terrible.

In just ten days, he had lost over fifty Beastmen under his command. Although they were all S-rank, it was still a significant force.

Each Beastman represented a fortune for his family, and having so many casualties in such a short time was bound to upset him.

"Who did this? Have you found out?" Duke asked the old man beside him.

"My lord, I feel that someone is targeting us," the elder analyzed.

"How so?" Duke’s expression was very serious; he needed to know who the enemy was. If he couldn’t handle these adversaries, someone in the family would definitely emerge to criticize his competence, a fault he couldn’t afford to reveal.

"From the island nation, there has been no news for a long time. I suspect that they are aware of something but are deliberately not telling us. Otherwise, according to their usual practice, they should have sent news long ago, but up to this day, there’s still no information about the Martial Arts Tournament," the elder said.

Duke’s face showed a trace of anger: "These people from the island nation, if I find out they are involved, I will not let them off."

"My lord, I believe that the existence capable of killing so many of ours must be a Martial Artist from China."

"A Chinese Martial Artist?" Duke mused, "It seems they want to provoke a bloodbath. If we don’t show some strength and warn these foolish Chinese Martial Artists, do they really think our Kondjerg clan is easy to bully?"

"Notify the SS-rank Beastmen to prepare for a counterattack."

"My lord, we don’t have many SS-rank combatants. If we lose them, it might be inappropriate," the elder cautiously said.

"We can’t worry about that now. If any more of our people die, the family will blame me. We must counterattack quickly and teach them a lesson," Duke said lightly.

"I’ll get right on it," the elder hurried off.

Duke’s eyes showed a hint of madness; originally, he had planned to capture more Chinese Martial Artists for experiments. It seems now he must first establish his authority.

Shortly after the elder gave the order, many Beastmen organization strongholds heightened their vigilance, waiting for the SS-rank Beastmen to arrive and lead them into battle.

Ye Qiu hid on the steel frame roof structure, watching the eight Beastmen on the ground, always waiting for the best opportunity to achieve the maximum effect with the least effort.

What he aimed for was a kill with a single strike.

The eight Beastmen had no idea that the Grim Reaper had already silently positioned himself above them, a hanging knife ready to fall and claim their lives at any moment.

"They must have already taken action," Ye Qiu silently guessed about the other nine members of Nine Owls who had started targeting the Beastmen before him, striking at least ten days before Ye Qiu.

"It looks like I’m about to unleash a killing spree," a cold gleam flashed in Ye Qiu’s eyes, his gaze sharpened, and he found the chance to strike, suddenly unleashing his killing intent.