Workers' Lives Matter Too!

"Clang!!"

The Boneforge fell from the sky and crashed into the ground.

Two meters away.

Sing Sing emerged from the dust, glanced at the scratches on the corner of his suitcase, and felt like crying.

"Damn it! The quality of capitalist road construction is truly shoddy; there's not even a shoddy design!"

Having missed his target, Boneforge turned around and patted his left shoulder with his right hand.

"Click!"

He pulled a Bone Spear from his body.

"You're quite the hider, aren't you, mouse?"

He raised the Bone Spear, its tip aimed at Sing Sing.

"Let's see how you hide this time!"

Having said that, Boneforge swung his Bone Spear and smashed it towards Sing Sing.

"Cousin, watch closely!"

Sing Sing assumed a horse stance, Pig Butchering Knife horizontally in front of him.

"This approach allows Grassroots Cadre Hard-Receives Public Grievances!"

"Duang!"

The Bone Spear slammed into the blade that was rising from below.

As the fireball leaped, Boneforge's eyes changed slightly; his attack was no small feat.

"Not bad strength."

With a cold snort, Boneforge withdrew his Bone Spear and launched a series of fierce attacks.

Sing Sing didn't fight head-on.

His steps were very light and quick, his figure sliding back and forth in the alley.

The Bone Spears missed their mark time and again.

Aside from a little dust on his white suit, Sing Sing was unharmed.

"Stop hitting me!"

While he was dodging, he continued to earnestly persuade him.

"Your ability to grow bone spurs actually shows great potential."

"I'll assign you a seismic structural testing position. Just stand there, and the bridge load-bearing data will be maxed out."

"At the very least, you could become a teaching model for orthopedics at a medical school."

"Roll!"

Boneforge was so angry that his veins bulged and his eyes turned red.

In his view, every single word was an insult.

He's the Las Vegas underworld boss!

This madman actually wants to send him to a medical school?

I'm going to your mother's job!

Seeing that his attack had failed, Boneforge looked around and spotted the security personnel he had just left by the wall.

Boneforge grinned, a smile that was both malevolent and cold.

With a flick of his right arm, the Bone Spear pierced directly into his chest. Then, the Boneforge exerted its power to lift the man up and slam him towards Sing Sing.

Completely unprepared for his response, Sing Sing instinctively reached out to catch it.

In that very second, the Bone Spear flew out of his hand and headed straight for Sing Sing.

"Tsk, you're lucky to be alive."

Fortunately, Sing Sing reacted quickly enough to catch the security guard. At the same time, he shifted his shoulder, and the Bone Spear grazed the white suit and embedded itself into the wall behind him.

He put the person down, but the security guard had stopped breathing.

His eyes were wide open, his lips trembled, but he only spat out a mouthful of bloody foam.

The hand wearing the wedding ring was still twitching unconsciously.

The employee badge hanging there swayed twice, revealing a photo.

In the photo, he is hugging a chubby little boy, and there is a woman smiling gently next to him.

He was not a hero, not a soldier, and not even a participant in the conflict.

He's just a security guard on the night shift; after get off work, he might have to go to the convenience store to buy his child a box of discounted donuts.

He died just like that, at the hands of the thugs hired by his own boss.

Boneforge remained completely unmoved; to him, it was merely an insect that he could crush with a flick of his wrist.

The dark alleyway fell silent.

The only sound was the soft thud of blood dripping into a puddle.

"Hey, buddy..."

The Gambit subconsciously lowered his voice.

The Asian man who had just been spouting nonsense and grinning was now standing there with his head down.

Sing Sing looked up and said seriously, "He's just an employee."

The voice was very low.

Boneforge frowned. "What did you say?"

"I said... he's just an employee!"

"I'm stuck with a fixed salary, working night shifts with dark circles under my eyes, and still have to pay my mortgage, medical insurance, and support my wife and kids!"

"What divine law did he break that you want his life?!"

Sing Sing walked forward step by step.

The Gambit next to him looked very puzzled.

But the man's anger was strange.

It wasn't for money, it wasn't for face, and it wasn't for myself.

The empathy shared by ordinary working-class people ignited Ling Ling Qi's murderous intent.

Boneforge was taken aback at first, then threw his head back and laughed wildly.

"Ha ha!"

So what if a security guard dies?

He cracked his neck and grinned maliciously. "If I wanted to, I could slaughter every single piece of trash on this street tonight!"

"Who the hell do you think you are, daring to stand up for him?"

Sing Sing stopped in his tracks, Pig Butchering Knife halfway through his palm.

"Bone hyperplasia, Kinetic Energy Absorption... Hmm, a mutated fat pig suffering from severe calcified periostitis."

"Court death!"

Boneforge lunges forward, using its entire body of bone spurs as weapons to crash into Sing Sing.

Get out of the way!

Sing Sing didn't dodge; he strode forward.

A flash of silver light appeared.

The Gambit' vision blurred, and before he could see how the knife moved, he heard a very soft sound.

Boneforge right fist froze in mid-air.

The fingers on that bony fist hung limply, no longer able to form a fist.

Sing Sing's knife severed his tendons!

"Ah!"

Boneforge only then realized what was happening.

But Sing Sing didn't stop. He tapped the back of the knife against Boneforge's knee, causing a numbness on the outside of his knee, and then the blade slashed into the gap between the knee joints.

"Click!"

The cruciate ligament ruptured, causing the Boneforge to lose balance, resulting in kneeling on one knee.

The Gambit felt a chill run down his spine.

Is this some kind of slaughterhouse head butcher processing a swearing animal?

No matter how tough the opponent's bone armor is, it's useless.

Sing Sing doesn't work with bones at all; he looks for joints, tendons, and soft tissues.

Boneforge swings his left arm, trying to grab Sing Sing.

"Click!"

Sing Sing lightly touched the ground with his toes and leaped into the air.

The Pig Butchering Knife cut into the gap between the shoulder blade and collarbone, and the Boneforge left arm hung limply.

Immediately afterwards, the same dislocation sound came from his right shoulder.

His two arms, covered in bone spurs, could no longer be lifted.

"At last."

Sing Sing landed, swung his sword horizontally with a backhand motion, the blade flashing close to the ground.

"Puff."

The Boneforge ankle felt cold, and the Achilles tendon was severed.

The monster leader, who had been so arrogant just moments before, lay dead in a pool of blood.

All four limbs are useless, and he is unable to move.

"You dare to cripple me?!"

"You scum! You're finished!"

"I will find out who you are! I will find all your relatives and friends!"

"The men are chopped up and fed to the dogs, the women are sold into brothels!"

The Gambit frowned and took half a step forward.

"This guy has a troublesome background. Let's get out of here quickly, there's still time."

Sing Sing looked down at him without saying a word.

The knife tip hung at his side, and beads of blood rolled down the Blade.

Boneforge was still cursing, and the more he cursed, the dirtier and sillier it became.

His face was scrunched up.

"Go ahead and kill me if you dare! If you don't kill me, I'll kill your whole family!"

"I've never seen anyone like you who actively makes requests... in my entire life."

The blade flashed, clean and swift.

The cursing stopped abruptly.

His eyes were still wide open; he couldn't believe, even in death, that the other person had actually dared to strike.

A moment later, the head slid off and rolled to Sing Sing's feet.

The Gambit gasped.

Decisive, ruthless, and leaving no room for future trouble.

This ruthless decisiveness sent a chill down his spine, even for a seasoned conman who had spent years in the underworld.

As soon as the knife was sheathed, Sing Sing's cold and ruthless demeanor vanished.

"Oh dear! You've fallen!"

Sing Sing tenderly pinched the hem of his white suit jacket.

There was a small bloodstain on it, which was particularly conspicuous.

"Oh no! Dry cleaning will cost extra this time!"

He looked at Gambit with grief and indignation.

"Does capitalism not reimburse workers for injuries? My injuries were sustained in the line of duty while upholding the dignity of the working people; theoretically, they should be covered by the International Proletarian Mutual Aid Fund!"

The Gambit had only one thought in his mind.

This man is sick.

He is quite ill.