Fang Zheng showed no fear at the sight before him.
He had torn apart Reapers with his bare hands. Why would he fear a few people with guns?
Logically speaking, Fang Zheng could have taken these people down in minutes with Dragon Might. But he had suddenly felt like having some fun. Across both his past life and this one, this was the first time he had personally encountered a scene straight out of an urban webnovel. Even if it was a cliché, a cliché was still a cliché!
It was like the hero saving the beauty—a trope that had been used for centuries. Everyone used it, and people were sick of seeing it, yet they kept reading. Why? Because it was satisfying, of course!
So Fang Zheng intended to experience what it felt like to have the swagger of an urban webnovel protagonist. Of course, by urban webnovel standards, even if he had not ascended to immortality, he was not far from it. If a serious author wrote about an immortal protagonist brawling with a bunch of ordinary people in the street, the readers' spit would probably flood the entire forum.
But Fang Zheng was not the protagonist of an urban novel, so he did not care whether the author would get cursed to hell and back. Given the chance, why not have some fun? He had not encountered anything like this in those previous worlds. Now that he had finally triggered such an event, naturally he had to enjoy it properly.
"Don't move! Put your hands up!"
The others raised their guns and advanced on Fang Zheng while keeping their eyes fixed on him. The men in front even carried batons, intending to rush up, seize him, pin him down, and give him a good beating first.
Yet