Busan, Turn-Based Counterattack

Kira Wolma was someone Yan Anqing understood to a degree.

This person frequently acted like brothers with various shady friends on social media platforms, repeatedly making promises.

Nothing more than words like, "Once I make it big, I definitely won't forget you."

Does it sound familiar?

It's practically the spoken version of "If I become rich, I won't forget you" in the 21st century.

The last famous person to say something similar was Chen Sheng, who initiated the Dazexiang Uprising.

After achieving fame and success, he killed his fellow villagers who came to join him.

Although Chen Sheng's fellow villager also brought his own demise by blabbing about his past before becoming famous, comparable to Xu You after the Battle of Guandu in the late Eastern Han Dynasty, the outcome of many things is just as important as the process.

In the eyes of the world, the outcome is even more important than the process.

From a single event, one can observe the character of many participants.

"Those who make light promises are often untrustworthy. Someone like Kira Wolma doesn't have the makings of a protagonist."

Yan Anqing chuckled lightly, a faint glow flickering in his amber eyes. "At least, in my script, he can't be the protagonist."

"At most, he'll be a vanguard for the king, just a stepping stone."

According to Yan Anqing's plan, Kira Wolma was, at best, a minor villain, not even a mini-boss.

After being modified, he would enjoy the benefits of super muscles but also bear their risks.

Otherwise, Yan Anqing would have given him the full treatment of modifications without needing to limit variables and research data.

Nano-carbon fiber muscle bundles, titanium alloy skeleton, cold nerve membrane, vascular protective coating, organ buffer frame. Skin toughening treatment…

Huaxia's worldview is completely different from India's. It doesn't believe that "bloodline" can determine whether a person is noble or lowly.

Kshatriyas and Vaishyas are, in Yan Anqing's opinion, completely equal, with no difference whatsoever.

Are kings and generals born to their station?!

Regardless of Chen Sheng's personal conduct, at least when he uttered those words, he became a spiritual pioneer whose influence radiated across Huaxia for thousands of years!

Even emperors like Qin Shi Huang, Han Wudi, Tang Taizong, and Song Taizu have mixed reviews, with many later generations evaluating them as having "equal merits and demerits"!

In this world, throughout history, who can be perfect and morally flawless their entire life?

If Yan Anqing were to create a protagonist in India, he would at least choose an enthusiastic young man/youth/middle-aged man/old man who could say lines similar to "Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river," and who strives to overthrow the Indian caste system.

If the golden finger's existence isn't for causing trouble, then it's meaningless.

After silently modifying Kira Wolma's muscle fiber tissue, Yan Anqing didn't immediately promote it.

He chose to wait quietly and observe the changes.

From past experience, if a modification project has theoretical risks, it will inevitably have more unstable factors in practice.

Meanwhile.

In Busan, on the southeastern tip of Korea.

This is Korea's largest port and its second-largest city.

Factories for textiles, machinery, chemicals, food, timber, and seafood processing are visible everywhere.

Currently, Choi Sang-hwan is giving a promotional speech at Esports Times Square.

For this event, DSP Company invested a massive amount of funds and human resources.

Standing on the stage, Choi Sang-hwan was radiant. His black hair and golden eyes, combined with the specially chosen attire by the stylist, gave him a unique aura of an "otherworldly visitor."

He held a bouquet of camellias, and the screen behind him displayed seagulls, mountains, the sea, rivers, and the square Busan city emblem formed by the Five-Six Islands. He was delivering his speech with great passion.

"...Everyone! A new era is about to arrive. I firmly believe that the Crimson Moon Incident is by no means an isolated case. More similar situations will inevitably occur in the future!"

"At that time, golden-eyed individuals, Silver-Eyed, and various 异人 will emerge..."

"As Korea's number one, and currently the only golden-eyed individual, I firmly believe that maintaining friendship with Huaxia and improving bilateral relations is the most urgent priority..."

"Compared to the overbearing America, the narrow-minded and envious Japan, Huaguo, which loves peace, excels at infrastructure, frequently supports other countries, and proves itself with practical actions, is more suitable as a great... partner."

Choi Sang-hwan's lips twitched slightly, almost revealing his true thoughts.

What a joke, "partner"?

It's clearly a lifeline!

However, in this world, ordinary people who are mediocre and incompetent are the majority. Wise individuals like himself, who can see the essence beyond appearances, are extremely rare.

When giving speeches, one still needs to consider the audience's feelings a little.

Choi Sang-hwan briefly reviewed his speech notes and was about to begin his second section when his peripheral vision suddenly caught sight of a young man with peculiar behavior.

The person's mouth was turned down, his brow was furrowed, but his eyebrows were tending to spread outwards.

Choi Sang-hwan had watched a TV series called "Lie to Me" before and was very familiar with this micro-expression.

This is...

Standard "angry," "suppressed," and "disdainful" postures!

If it were before, he definitely wouldn't have noticed this situation.

But after becoming a golden-eyed individual, Choi Sang-hwan's physical fitness, energy, observation skills, and reaction speed had all improved many times over!

Whether it was a familiar sense of déjà vu or a profound sixth sense, In any case, Choi Sang-hwan sensed danger.

As the crisis hit him, his heart began to pound violently.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Hot blood surged through his limbs, and the world in Choi Sang-hwan's eyes gradually slowed down.

He watched as the angry young man reached into his pocket, slowly pulling something out...

"Is it a gun?"

Choi Sang-hwan was startled by his own reaction.

He didn't choose to flee immediately; instead, he calmly and rationally analyzed the potential benefits and drawbacks of the situation.

The leap in his life's tier had unconsciously influenced his subconscious.

"It really is a gun..."

"He wants to assassinate me?"

Choi Sang-hwan expressionlessly glanced with the corner of his eye at the assassin: "That saying from Huaxia is indeed true, the tree that excels in the forest will be destroyed by the wind. It seems I've offended the interests of some consortiums without even realizing it."

"But why? Why! I don't feel any fear at all..."

"With this slow speed, I can completely dodge the bullet's trajectory before he pulls the trigger."

The angry youth pulled out his handgun, pushed through the crowd, and quickly squeezed his way in front of Choi Sang-hwan.

He raised the dark muzzle of the gun...

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Three shots at point-blank range.

All missed!

Choi Sang-hwan's performance was like a superpowered individual from a movie.

His movements weren't large, but his speed was incredibly fast, decisive, and without any hesitation, narrowly dodging all the bullets!

The assassin's eyes went blank.

He hadn't expected things to turn out this way at all, looking completely stunned.

Didn't Jack Grimm, one of America's Twelve Saints, get shot to death?

If golden-eyed individuals were this powerful, how incredible must the person who assassinated Jack have been?

He couldn't figure it out!

He truly couldn't figure it out!

His worldview, outlook on life, and values, shaped over twenty years of experience, collapsed in that instant.

"Dodge, and then..."

Choi Sang-hwan didn't care about the other person's state of mind.

This brat in front of him was trying to kill him!

"Counterattack!"

Choi Sang-hwan, who had never learned any martial arts and was completely ignorant of combat techniques like Taekwondo, Karate, or Sanda, simply turned the life-or-death struggle into a turn-based game.

He leaped forward, snatched the assassin's gun, and then unleashed a fierce punch towards the other's face!

Bang!

The sound of air exploding echoed.

Crackling...

The spine-chilling sound of bones shattering resounded in the angry young killer's skull.

He quickly went limp.

Dark red blood flowed from the killer's eyes, nostrils, and ears.

A rusty, bloody smell permeated the air.

Silence fell, so profound one could hear a pin drop.

Nearly 30,000 live audience members and millions of netizens in the livestream all witnessed this scene...

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