Bad Guys
Seven against one—Black Tail Snake saw no suspense in that.
For street rats like them, bullying the weak and fearing the strong was a basic survival skill. When they held the advantage, they expanded the gains of victory as much as possible; when the situation turned unfavorable, they tucked their tails between their legs.
Only those who fully adapted to their surroundings and decided their actions according to them could survive in this land filled with chaos and crime. If the area from Trajan's Square to the imperial palace symbolized Rome's brightness and prosperity, then this place represented its darkness and decay, packed with poor people struggling just to stay fed and clothed.
Being ruthless was not a derogatory term. It was an essential quality for survival.
Thus, the first man to charge forward, wielding a spiked hammer, had a clear target: Zhang Heng's arms. As long as he crippled both of them, Zhang Heng would have no room left to resist and could only be carved up at their leisure.
The man with the spiked hammer thought himself quite merciful. He had even deliberately avoided several of Zhang Heng's vital spots. Of course, the main reason was that it was still daytime. Though this area lacked effective law enforcement, killing someone would still bring them trouble.
Yet the man before him did not retreat. Instead, he surged forward and crashed straight into his chest.
The man with the spiked hammer had no idea why. Their builds were clearly not that far apart, but in the next instant, his body was sent flying.
Since joining this miraculous game, Zhang Heng had kept up a rigorous fitness routine. Furthermore, his time in the real world counted double. By now, he had built a solid foundation. Though his strength could