Closing In (Part 2)

Elsewhere.

Wei He slowly passed through the alley. Under the gaze of a crowd of thugs, he kept his eyes straight ahead and walked directly toward the exit.

Just as he was about to reach it.

Someone suddenly entered from the alley entrance ahead—a tall, powerfully built man wearing a silver-black metal bracer on his right arm.

His expression was wooden. One look was enough to tell that he was wearing a humanoid skin mask.

The man glanced at Wei He. Seemingly looking to take a shortcut as well, he quickly entered the alley.

In a city with strict traffic regulations in every respect, taking alleys as shortcuts could save quite a bit of time.

After all, traffic jams happened here too.

Wei He continued forward, while the man gradually approached.

Whoosh!

At the instant when the distance between them was shortest, the man suddenly raised a hand and grabbed toward the location of Wei He's wallet.

His movement was incredibly fast. Even Wei He seemed unable to react in time.

Clang.

The blow landed squarely on Wei He's waist.

The metal bracer slammed viciously against Wei He's side, producing an exceptionally crisp, hard impact.

The man froze slightly, then raised his head and looked at the spot where Wei He's clothes had been smashed apart, revealing clean skin beneath.

That was right. He had not missed. He had indeed struck the other man's flesh.

But—

That blow had carried at least seven hundred kilograms of impact, yet on Wei He, it was as ordinary as accidentally brushing against someone.

"You!?" The man raised his head and met Wei He's calm gaze.

A finger rose and gently touched the man's chin.

The cold, sharp sensation made his whole body shudder. An inexplicable chill surged up from his back and rushed