Transcending Boundaries: Journey to the Infinite

Untitled Part 4

Rainy Night (Part Two)

This section of Qingshan Road was already near Qinglong Pier, where street lamps began to line the road, illuminating the path in a soft, neon haze. The rain, which had been a constant companion, finally began to ease, turning into a light drizzle that shimmered under the streetlights.

As soon as the taxi came to a stop, Yang Chu opened his eyes and saw a sinister, venomous gaze fixed on him through the rearview mirror. With a soft click, the driver, Lin Guoyu, unfastened his seatbelt, swung the car door open, and quickly slipped out. He leaned back into the car, reaching up to the sun visor and pulling out a 30-centimeter boning knife. His movements were practiced, almost habitual.

"Get out," he ordered.

Lin Guoyu's face twisted with rage, veins bulging on his forehead, his knife pointed menacingly at Yang Chu in the back seat.

Sitting in the rear, Yang Chu watched as the mask of civility vanished from Lin Guoyu's face. He wasn't afraid. Since awakening in this strange body, he had noticed that he no longer experienced the usual emotional responses triggered by stress or danger.

Earlier, when he had killed a thug in the abandoned warehouse, his mood remained flat. He felt no nausea upon seeing the body, nor any fear while stopping a car on a deserted road. Now, it was the same.

"Help! Help!" came a desperate cry from the trunk, accompanied by frantic banging.

It was a young woman's voice.

"Shut up, you d*mn b*tch!" Lin Guoyu, who had been pointing his knife at Yang Chu, suddenly turned, agitated by the cries from the trunk. He stomped to the back of the taxi and kicked the trunk violently.

"Get out of the car!" he barked, opening the back door and brandishing the knife at Yang Chu, his voice almost a shriek.

Yang Chu didn't say a word. He slowly raised his hands to show he meant no harm and carefully got out of the car.

"Die!" Lin Guoyu's eyes were bloodshot, his face contorted with madness. As soon as Yang Chu was out, he lunged, slashing wildly with his knife.

Clearly, when Yang Chu had heard the cries from the trunk, Lin Guoyu had decided to kill him. Perhaps he wanted to avoid making a mess in his taxi, or maybe he wanted more control over the situation. Whatever his reasons, he waited until Yang Chu was outside to make his move.

Standing by the taxi, Yang Chu remained calm, as if observing from a distance. When the knife was almost upon him, he suddenly ducked, narrowly avoiding it. Then, he sprang forward with all his strength, slamming his shoulder into Lin Guoyu.

There was a dull thud, followed by the sharp clatter of the knife hitting the ground.

Yang Chu stood still, rolling his shoulder slightly. He could feel the slight tears in his shoulder blade, arms, thighs, and abdominal muscles. Without the constraints of subconscious instincts, every time he exerted force, it was an all-out effort, far beyond the strength of an average person.

Lin Guoyu flew back two or three meters, landing heavily on the ground. His chest was slightly caved in, with blood bubbling from his nose and mouth. He was clearly dead.

Even so, Lin Guoyu's eyes remained fixed on Yang Chu with a venomous stare, his dying breaths carrying a curse: "I told you I wouldn't take you. You had to get in my car. I'll cut you, cut you—"

"Has Hong Kong always been this friendly?" Yang Chu murmured with a strange expression, looking at the lifeless body of Lin Guoyu.

Since waking up in this body, he had already killed two people. This made him uncertain about his new identity or even this world he had found himself in.