He Ao pulled a strip of jerky from his pocket and took a bite. Beams of light flashed through his vision like fleeting glimmers.
As dense energy flowed into his body, He Ao glanced at the Physical Fitness stat in his vision: 98.
He quickly stuffed the jerky in his hand into his mouth and chewed, then felt around in his pocket.
There was only one strip of jerky left.
He raised his head and looked ahead.
The thick fog had almost completely obscured his vision. Even with his hand outstretched, he could only vaguely make out the blurred shadow of his fingers.
"Mm~ hmm-hmm--"
A soft humming echoed from deep within the fog. It was the sound he had just hummed.
He could vaguely sense that the "echo" was already very close to him.
At that moment, he lifted his gaze toward the dense fog before him.
Then he suddenly reached out and grabbed at the empty air in front of him.
Bang--
With a crisp sound, a shadow emerged from the void.
It was a hand gripping a sharp dagger. It shot out of the fog, then seemed to deliver itself straight into He Ao's grasp, its wrist firmly seized by him.
Immediately afterward, a humanoid outline appeared in He Ao's vision.
It seemed to be a Gang Member wearing a simple jacket. The instant He Ao caught the hand he had thrust forward, his other hand was already raised, drawing another small knife and stabbing it toward He Ao.
But by then, He Ao had already gripped the hand holding the knife. With a light twist, he turned the blade around and drove it into the man's own neck.
Blood splashed as he dropped to his knees and pitched forward, looking toward a glass cylindrical container nearby.