Stronger with Crimson Modifier-Chapter 121: Omen (2)

’This concentration... Is it a Lower-Rank Black Blood Species?’

His eyes suddenly lit up.

Ever since he acquired the Spirit Devouring Talent, these so-called Black Blood Species were no different to him than living Treasures of Heaven and Earth.

At that thought, he kicked off the ground, his figure shooting out like an arrow loosed from its bow as he sped toward the direction he had sensed.

...

「Hangjia Electronics Factory.」

It was a small factory that specialized in assembling computer and air conditioner components.

The factory operated on a two-shift system, with day and night shifts.

Due to the cold weather, sales of air conditioners had soared.

Although it was only the sixth day of the Lunar New Year, the factory had already resumed operations.

Naturally, none of the workers were happy about it.

However, the factory had a plan to handle the situation.

It announced a one-thousand-yuan bonus for anyone who returned to work early.

A thousand yuan might not seem like a lot, but for most ordinary families, it was by no means a small sum.

As a result, some people cut their New Year celebrations short and hurried back to the factory.

On one of the factory’s workshop floors, the lights blazed brightly.

Rows of cold, steel machinery stood in neat lines, their metallic surfaces glinting under the pale, white lights.

On the green conveyor belt, product components flowed forward like a river, making a faint whirring sound from the friction.

The components were packed tightly together, leaving almost no space between them.

Workers in blue factory uniforms and anti-static wrist straps stood on both sides of the assembly line, their faces numb and weary.

Nearby, a young woman with a blue quality-control badge hanging from her neck picked up a freshly assembled product to inspect it.

Suddenly, she spotted a slightly crooked screw.

"Look at you guys. It’s only been a little while, and I’ve already found a whole pile of problems."

After finding the issue, she held up the black component and approached a man in a supervisor’s uniform.

Hearing this, the middle-aged man, who had been sitting on the side playing with his phone, frowned. He got up, his face clouded with anger, and strode over to one of the men tightening screws on the line.

"Can you do your job or not? If you can’t, then get the hell out! Look at this piece of crap you put together. Is this even usable?"

As he spoke, he threw the component directly at the man.

The thin, middle-aged worker apologized profusely.

His expression was one of exhaustion and helplessness.

On an assembly line moving this fast, it was perfectly normal for one or two mistakes to happen.

’If I go too slow, I can’t keep up. If I go too fast, I’m bound to miss something.’

He had to tighten six screws by himself; there was no way he could keep up.

When he started, the line wasn’t this fast, and his job only required him to tighten three screws.

But now, due to the rush order and a shortage of staff, he was effectively doing the work of two people.

But at the thought of the wages he had yet to receive, he could only sigh in resignation.

The supervisor seemed quite satisfied with the worker’s reaction.

He then turned to address everyone.

"I’m doing this for your own good. If your work has problems, it has to be redone, and that just wastes your own time."

"Don’t worry. As long as you finish this batch, you’ll get that thousand-yuan bonus I promised."

With that, he ignored the workers’ stares, returned to his station, and began chatting and laughing with the young woman from quality control.

Faced with this situation, the workers were helpless.

Inwardly, they all wished they could drag the man outside and beat him senseless. Not only was he withholding the promised thousand yuan, but he was also forcing them to work overtime, making one person do the job of two.

But in the end, it was just a thought, one they could never act on.

Unless they were truly ready to quit.

Every single person who had shown up to work overtime during the New Year was there because their family was struggling and they needed the extra money.

Just then, a black fog suddenly began to rise, thickening rapidly.

In just a few moments, it had silently enveloped the entire workshop floor.

THUD, THUD, THUD...

The next moment, a series of thuds echoed as bodies hit the floor.

When the black fog dissipated, the lights were still blazing. On the assembly line, materials had piled up into a heap.

The workers, along with the supervisor and the quality inspector, were all lying on the floor.

A tall, burly man had appeared out of thin air in the middle of the room.

"Tsk, tsk. Still working this late. By comparison, the farmed blood-stock in our Inner Earth World only has to work eight hours a day. They have it far too easy."

Lang Liu looked at the collapsed supervisor and quality inspector and let out a sinister chuckle.

He grabbed the middle-aged man, the corners of his mouth splitting wide, and bit down, tearing the unconscious man’s head clean off.

Instantly, blood spurted from the stump of the neck like a fountain, but he sucked it all into his mouth.

In just a few more bites, he had chewed the man’s body to pieces and swallowed it.

’Hmm? The texture of this one is a bit too tough. Not very tasty. The woman with the soft, tender flesh should be more palatable.’

Lang Liu muttered to himself, his gaze shifting to the female quality inspector nearby.

He then repeated the process, devouring her in a few large bites.

"Ptuh!"

He spat out a bloody scrap of skin from her face.

’I really don’t get it. Is there something wrong with this blood-stock? Smearing this damn stuff all over their faces and bodies every day. It’s disgusting.’

’Once we conquer this place, I’m going to destroy all so-called cosmetics. This stuff ruins the texture of the blood-stock.’

Then, he continued his meal.

He was halfway through his meal when he suddenly froze.

He looked up and to the side.

CRASH!

The glass window on one side suddenly shattered.

The next moment, a square-faced man with sallow skin appeared.

The man’s gaze swept the room before locking onto Lang Liu, who was gnawing on a leg bone.

His eyes glinted with the light of a starving wolf.

’Good, good. I’ve finally found you.’

Being stared at like that by a piece of "blood-stock" made Lang Liu’s expression darken.

He was all too familiar with that look—it was the very same one he had whenever he saw prime blood-stock.

’This blood-stock wants to eat *me*?’

The thought was so absurd he almost laughed out loud.

’I can’t believe my luck. To think some Upper Class blood-stock would deliver itself right to my door.’

He stared at Hu Qi, his face twisting into a ferocious grin.

A thick black fog rapidly rose around them, instantly enveloping the entire factory floor.

The fog was so thick you couldn’t see your hand in front of your face.

This was his Talent, which he had named the Black Fog Realm.

Any living being caught within it would have their senses clouded before the black fog’s Erosion caused them to pass out, leaving them at his mercy.

Moreover, he could perceive everything within his Black Fog Realm.

At this moment, his senses told him that Hu Qi was standing stock-still to the side.

Seeing this, a savage grin spread across Lang Liu’s face.

He was slightly surprised that his opponent hadn’t passed out, but he didn’t dwell on it.

After all, the man looked like a Secret Martial Artist.

He had already killed one or two of them over the past few days.

Their strength was greater than that of ordinary blood-stock, but they were still nothing special.

It was normal for them to have some resistance to his Black Fog Realm.

With this in mind, he lifted his feet and walked straight toward his target without any attempt at stealth.

’Inside my Black Fog Realm, his senses are completely useless. There’s no way he can detect me.’

Gazing at the figure, a thick, cloudy saliva involuntarily dripped from the corner of his mouth.

’These Secret Martial Artists are a little more trouble to deal with, but their flesh is so much more delicious.’

’They’re on a completely different level from the common blood-stock.’

Just as he closed to within five meters, Hu Qi, who had been completely still, suddenly snapped his head up and looked directly at Lang Liu’s position.