The Gentleman at the End

Chapter 108: Chapter 107: Recycling

When the five chickens barged into the house,

the umbilical cord that was feeding seemed to be startled, immediately retracting back into the Village Chief’s abdomen, also incidentally sealing the wound there.

Swoosh!

An axe directly split the nearest, frantically hopping White Feather Chicken in half.

Despite the Village Chief’s enormous physique, his speed is not slow at all.

Apart from Black Chicken Pei, none of the other chickens could match the Village Chief’s speed.

As Jin had said, the Village Chief, as a Severe Patient, didn’t have any Special Abilities; his pathologies were mainly physical, with “Hardness”, “Power”, and “Speed” being exceptionally outstanding.

He grabbed a chicken leg, examined the cut-open chicken, and reminisced about the stubborn old chicken-raising grandma from before the village changed.

“To cause trouble at such a critical moment…”

The Village Chief lifted his axe, ready to completely slaughter these chickens,

Because his skin was too tough, he couldn’t cut his fingers while using “Moon of Slaughter”, hence he couldn’t transform, only swinging a finely made axe.

As the group of chickens led the Village Chief out of the house,

Yi Chen also sneaked into the bedroom and immediately found the suitcases with a forge mark.

Fortunately, though the weapons had been taken, the contents of the suitcases were undisturbed. It seemed the Village Chief didn’t know how to use them, so he had left them there to study later.

Without a word, Yi Chen inserted a Recovery Injection into his artery, refilling his energy.

He then glanced towards the large bed beside him,

On it, apart from the bedding, lay Yi Chen’s “Gentleman’s Clothes”, which were severely deformed, with many parts stretched and even some threads coming loose.

Clearly,

During the process of sending Yi Chen to the factory, the Village Chief noticed the clothes’ distinctiveness and even felt the energy pulse belonging to the “Gentleman’s Skin”.

He took the clothes home and tried to force his way into them.

The result was obvious, his large and strong physique burst through the clothes that did not belong to him, making it impossible for him to wear them.

Even if the clothes had fit,

The “Gentleman’s Skin”, which had undergone professional appraisal with Yi Chen, would reject the Village Chief, and forcibly wearing it could even cause irreversible damage to the body.

Yi Chen’s fingers traced the surface of the clothes, savoring the impeccable textural feel of the stitching.

As he continued to touch, the Gentleman’s Clothes, like a sleeping organism being awakened, began to move along the path of his fingers and even proactively clung to his palm. @@novelbin@@

As they adhered,

The stretched and even torn clothes began to restore themselves, any stains from the Village Chief also completely fell off.

Once fully dressed,

A sense of neural connection traveled through his body, stimulating Yi Chen’s thought and invigorating him.

He took off the pig head mask, giving a light kiss on the cuff, “Sorry, my good companion.”

As Yi Chen adjusted the fine details of the clothes, holding the tattered pig head mask, he put it on again, stitching it to his neck with plant roots.

In one hand he held the suitcase, and with the other, he straightened his tie.

The mask also emitted a faint grunting noise with each breath.

If other gentlemen in Zion City saw this figure, who knows how they would react.

[All set]

Bang! Yi Chen purposefully smashed the bedroom’s window to create a loud noise.

He then quickly moved near where the Village Chief and the chickens were, observed briefly, and then sprinted full speed towards the village well.

At this moment,

The Village Chief had already killed all four assisting elite chickens and was chasing after the extremely fast, leading Black Chicken Pei.

Several times, flying axes made Pei’s feathers fly frantically, luckily it had extra eyes that could foresee the axes’ path and dodge in advance.

Each time, it narrowly escaped, completely unharmed.

Suddenly,

The Village Chief heard the sound of glass breaking from his home and immediately slowed down.

He saw a figure resembling a pig-headed butcher, holding his spoils, fleeing towards the village center.

The Village Chief immediately changed his target, pursuing the thief.

The speed he burst forth with was also terrifying, trampling everything in his path—mushrooms, animal combinations—to dust, leaving huge footprints several centimeters deep in the ground.

“He’s that fast!?”

Yi Chen, feeling the Village Chief’s aura behind him, tensed up all over, and once again accelerated towards the direction of the well.

The chase between the two was uninterrupted by anyone else, the village in chaos, as everyone was busy with their own affairs.

Although the distance between the two was closing,

a well entrance had already appeared in sight.

The village chief immediately discerned the pig-headed thief’s purpose—once he jumped into the complex underground river, things would become quite troublesome… He didn’t want to waste time on this.

Gripping the Axe,

lines as hard as steel emerged on the surface of his muscles,

the village chief had completely Locked onto the thief who he suspected to be a Butcher. The moment the thief made a move to jump into the well, he would throw the Axe with all his might.

The power of the throw was enough to tear a human body in half, not excluding even a modified Butcher.

Once in the air, dodging was impossible.

Here it comes!

The thief, sharply dressed in gentleman’s clothes, made an obvious knee-bending motion.

The village chief caught this detail, shifted his arms back, and with all the power in his body, he hurled the Hand Axe. Zhang

Whiz! The moment it was thrown, it actually tore through the air with a whooshing sound,

The spinning Axe in the air was too fast to see its shape clearly—it sliced towards its target like a silver crescent moon.

However,

the pig-headed Butcher, who should have jumped, stopped in his tracks; he had merely made a knee-bending feint without actually jumping.

Twisting his step and turning around, he stared straight at the rapidly approaching Axe.

“Can I catch it?”

Yi Chen watched the swiftly revolving Hand Axe and the powerful menacing force it carried, even foreseeing the horrible sight of himself being split open.

Yet, he didn’t feel any nervousness; he even recalled the physical contests they had back in paradise.

Zede teacher often played this kind of ‘throwing game,’ like suddenly disassembling his arm during a chase and slinging it as a weapon like a slingshot.

Nine times out of ten, it fully penetrated Yi Chen’s body.

On one occasion, when Yi Chen felt the thrown object behind him, he turned around instantly and with a swing of his arm, he grabbed Zede’s thrown arm.

The outcome was still terrible as the grabbed arm of Zede became an independent entity, grabbed Yi Chen by the neck, and nearly broke his spine completely.

But Zede was quite astonished that Yi Chen managed to catch the thrown object.

In his view, Yi Chen could at best dodge at the limit. To catch such a fast-moving object at close range was almost impossible for him at his current Rank.

The reason he could catch it was,

aside from Yi Chen’s own reflexes and Vision traits, largely due to a school-time game called ‘Death Dodgeball’ he played before he passed away.

Yi Chen had never been penalized in that game.

…

“It’s similar to Zede teacher’s arm throwing, just with a twist… I can catch it!”

Fibers tough as plants had already covered his Arm, forming a fully encompassing Arm Armor structure.

Eye,

Heart,

Mind,

Trinity together captured the ‘point’ on the spinning Axe that could be grabbed.

Force, Speed, Precision, and timing were all critical.

Snap!

The right Arm instantly stretched out, firmly grabbing the Axe handle amidst the arc!

The moment it was gripped, Snap! A visible ripple of air exploded around the palm.

The Arm Armor enveloped right Arm was forcibly pulled backward, and the plants at the palm were violently torn apart.

The base of the thumb split open, the wrist joints slightly fractured, and the elbow dislocated.

Even so,

Yi Chen still stabilized his body, holding the Axe firmly with his drooping arm.

He looked down and said softly:

“Welcome Back.”

Then, with a perfect turnaround leap, he dropped down the well,

and as his body completely disappeared into the well, he even managed to gesture an international sign with his free left hand towards the village chief.