Beast Tide

"Stephen, these are all monsters infused with Sabretooth genes! Haha! I told you you'd die here!"

Stryker laughed so hard he was hoarse. Once he was sure Sing Sing was surrounded, he grabbed the rope ladder and started climbing.

His movements were so nimble that he didn't seem like an elderly man with prostate problems.

Stryker climbed to the hatch and looked down.

The swarm of mutated beasts had completely surrounded and killed the China man.

These test subjects were injected with high concentrations of stimulants around the clock, their pain nerves were physically removed, and reinforced carbon fiber was implanted into their bones.

Even with his exceptional skills, Stephen Chow only has two hands!

We can outnumber him and wear him down here!

He tilted his head back and shouted at the top of his lungs towards the sky:

"Hey? Old Deng, why are you running away? Didn't you just say you were going to throw me a funeral? You've already taken my money for my coffin and you think you can just run away?"

"Sabretooth genes, huh? Victor's currently undergoing labor reform in our station, operating a sewing machine!"

"You used someone else's relative's genes to create pirated content. Did you pay the copyright fees? Did the family member sign an authorization document?"

Stryker clung to the hatch, his face twitching.

Is something wrong with you?

What era are we in? Still calculating copyright fees?

"When you turn into a puddle of mud, I'll remember to burn paper money for you!"

"Wow, she's quite filial!"

Sing Sing Chow waved his hand. "Goodbye! I'll have someone light a lamp for you at the temple later. An everlasting lamp, to illuminate your shady dealings!"

The helicopter soared into the sky, disappearing in the blink of an eye into a tiny black dot.

It's not that Old Zhou didn't want to pursue it, he just genuinely lacked the ability!

The mutated beasts formed a dark, dense mass.

These beasts were covered in stiff, black fur, and their scarlet eyes showed absolutely no fear that a living creature should have.

The monster that Sing Sing had previously cleaved in two with a single stroke continued to crawl forward, dragging its intestines along, without uttering a single cry.

The leader raised its neck and howled, and the dark, surging tide of beasts surged forward one after another.

The Devil Dinosaur couldn't stand such humiliation.

"Roar!"

Just as it was feeling the pain from being electrocuted and was looking for a place to vent its anger, it saw that the two-legged beasts surrounding it were all fighting their own battles and had no time to pay attention to it, so it charged straight into the beast pack.

It opened its gaping maw and bit down on the mutated monster charging at the front, tearing it in two instantly.

With a sweep of its tail, several mutated beasts that tried to pounce were whipped, their bones broken and tendons snapped, and chunks of mangled flesh slammed directly onto tree trunks in the distance.

But there were just too many of these monsters.

They all jumped onto the back of the Devil Dinosaur like madmen, biting and chewing on its thick skin without any regard for their lives.

Sing Sing also charged into the horde of beasts.

Any mutated beast that crashed into them was instantly shredded into chunks of flesh, skin and bones alike.

Without even needing to chop vegetables, the blade flashed, and the heads of the five or six mutated beasts at the forefront were instantly severed.

A mutated beast attacked from behind, its two claws reaching for Sing Sing's lower back.

Sing Sing turned and slashed horizontally, severing the mutated beast's neck from its body.

On the other side, the Moon-Boy is riding on the back of Devil Dinosaur.

He was using an automatic rifle that a mercenary had discarded as a stick.

The Devil Dinosaur was wrapped up in layers of clothing, turning into a large black ball, and its body had already been gnawed open with several bloody holes.

Its massive body swayed and groaned, each flick of its tail dragging along several mutated beasts that relentlessly pursued it.

Just as Sing Sing was about to turn around to save the day, more than a dozen monsters lunged at him from the side, baring their sharp teeth.

One was cut down by the blade, and three more immediately pounced to take its place.

The reckless beast used his own body to block the Blade, managing to trap him in the muddy ditch and prevent him from escaping.

Just then, the surrounding air inexplicably rippled with concentric circles of water, and the puddles on the muddy ground followed suit.

Sing Sing's eye twitched. "How come there's a chameleon hiding in this biogas digester?"

The three invisible beasts with granular skin immediately dropped their disguise.

With a wide, slimy mouth, a long, barbed tongue swiftly wrapped around the Moon-Boy's arms and ankles.

The barbs dug into his flesh, Moon-Boy howled in pain, nearly dropping his weapon.

He gritted his teeth and stabbed the monster next to him in the left eye. "I'll stab it!"

The remaining two pounced, biting the Moon-Boy's arms and pulling him off the dragon's back, dragging him towards the edge of the swamp.

The Little Monkey, feeling its arm go numb, was powerless to break free.

In the sky, the pick-up helicopter began its descent.

The grappling hook rope was thrown down, looped around the invisible beast's neck, and the monster and the rider were to be hoisted into the air together.

"Let me go... you bunch of bad guys!"

The Devil Dinosaur, its eyes bloodshot, let out a deafening roar and charged recklessly toward the helicopter.

Its four legs had barely taken a step when its joints were bitten shut, causing it to lose its balance and crash to the ground, instantly crushing several more monsters. It could never get up again.

Sing Sing was also extremely annoyed by the harassment.

Just as the Little Monkey was about to be lifted away by the helicopter, the Devil Dinosaur lay on the ground, unable to get up.

If those two die here, Director Wang will skin him alive!

This is a major work error!

Inner Qi circulates in the dantian.

The air blast spread outwards from Sing Sing as the center, forming a vacuum zone.

The Inner Qi surged to every part of his body, and his eyes were covered with a layer of golden light.

I'll fuck you!

Sing Sing clasped his hands together in front of his chest and pushed them out.

"The Repentant Dragon!"

The golden-red palm wind condensed into a dragon of energy, roaring as it plowed through the swamp, instantly crushing the mutated beast fifty meters ahead into bloody foam, and forcibly pressing a dry dirt road into the swamp.

Taking advantage of the gap, Sing Sing darted down to the bottom of the helicopter in a few leaps.

The helicopter was still more than 20 meters above the ground.

He leaped into the air, stepping on a tree trunk, and raised his Pig Butchering Knife high, unleashing a three-meter-long white blade of energy.

Inside the helicopter cockpit, the pilot stared wide-eyed at the figures jumping up below.

"Snap!"

Before he could react, Sing Sing angrily slashed down.

The helicopter, along with its rapidly spinning rotor, split in two and crashed to the ground.

On the ground, the two invisible beasts dragging the Moon-Boy stopped when they saw the helicopter being cleaved in two.

They opened their large, slimy mouths and lowered their heads to bite the Moon-Boy's neck.

This is executing backup instructions; if they can't capture him, they'll silence him.

A flash of light appeared above the Moon-Boy's head.

Two hideous beast heads rolled to the ground, and the headless corpses spurted out green blood.

After landing, Sing Sing reached out and scooped up the injured Little Monkey, holding it in his arms.

The child had several deep cuts from the thorns on his body. He opened his eyes groggily and saw Sing Sing. His mouth twitched and tears streamed down his face.

"Don't cry, it's nothing."

Sing Sing freed one hand and patted the Moon-Boy's fluffy head twice.

"When you're out working, you're bound to get bumps and bruises. When we get back, I'll apply for workers' compensation for you."

"With these cuts, getting a level three disability certificate shouldn't be a problem. I'll have the cafeteria stew two pounds of braised pork for you to help you recover and not delay your growth."

They're quite cute.

A loud bang came from behind.

The crashing helicopter plunged into the swamp, sending black mud and flames shooting seven or eight meters into the air.

Not far away, the Devil Dinosaur that was pinned to the ground turned its head.

It saw the Moon-Boy lying safely in Sing Sing's arms, then tilted its head back and let out a long cry.

It pressed its two short front paws against the ground, struggling to stand up.

Blood flowed from the wound on his back, and his ferocity intensified.

With no more worries, the Devil Dinosaur charged straight into the herd of beasts, rampaging through them.

Sing Sing settled the Moon-Boy behind a large rock, then took out Whimsical Gun from his Mini Dimensional Box and handed it to him.

"Sit still. Don't wander off. Watch your Brother Zhou finish up. I'm taking all the travel allowance for today."

He pushed off with his feet, creating two deep pits in the ground, and leaped into the air.

Pause at the highest point of your body, palms facing down.

"The Flying Dragon in the Sky!"

Strike from above, the palm wind instantly plowed a trench of flesh and blood more than ten meters wide, with foul-smelling blood raining down into the air.

Even after landing, Sing Sing didn't stop. He leaped forward and pushed out with both hands together again.

"Welcoming Buddha to the West!"

Countless illusory Buddha palms, one real and one illusory, were unleashed from multiple directions, smashing the large number of monsters that were trying to surround them, breaking their bones and tendons, leaving limbs and severed bodies everywhere in the swamp.

The Devil Dinosaurs were now in a bloodthirsty frenzy.

With a flick of its thick tail, it ripped the remaining terrified monsters in two, and with a single bite, chewed up the skull of one of the monsters.

A few minutes later, the foul-smelling mud finally quieted down.

The ground was littered with dark, charred remains and entrails.

The Devil Dinosaur, riddled with bloody holes, walked up to Sing Sing, lowered its enormous head, and gently touched his shoulder.

This big guy was quite sensible; he just stared at him expectantly, his tail wagging slightly behind him.

Good heavens, this ancient overlord, weighing over ten tons, somehow managed to shake off the air of a golden retriever.

"Alright, alright, stop rubbing against me."

He complained, but his hands honestly patted the rough, stiff red skin twice:

"With your size, you probably couldn't even get a dog license in our neighborhood. We'd have to book the whole street to walk you every day. Go find your Little Monkey."

The Devil Dinosaur made a rumbling sound in its throat, then turned and ran behind a rock.

The man and the dragon hugged each other, rolling and rubbing against each other, their faces covered in blood and mud, yet somehow managing to exude a sense of warmth from surviving a catastrophe.

Sing Sing grinned as he watched this scene and sheathed the Pig Butchering Knife.

The series of powerful moves had significantly depleted his Inner Qi, leaving him somewhat fatigued.

"As people get older, they really become less resilient..."

He muttered something, pulled out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, then pulled out a lighter.

He pulled out a crumpled cigarette, put it in his mouth, Sing Sing took out a lighter to light it.

As he slowly exhaled the first puff of smoke, Director Zhou squinted his eyes, striking what he considered a profound pose.

Smoke, ruins, a lone hero—all that's missing is a slow-motion shot and background music.

"After finishing the job, a cigarette afterwards is better than being in heaven..."

The second puff of smoke escaped from my nostrils, and the hairs on my lower back stood on end without warning.

"Pfft!"

Something sharp silently pierced through the suit's defenses, going straight through Sing Sing's kidneys.

"Hmm..."

Sing Sing took a deep drag of his cigarette in pain and looked down.

Five long claws emerged from his lower abdomen, their tips still dripping blood.