The Exit

Flames and thick smoke blotted out the blazing sun, while the stench of gunpowder clawed at the nose...

Shell casings poured continuously from the heavy weapon atop the vehicle. In slow motion, the blackened casings could be seen smoking as they spun through the air, hit the ground, and struck other casings with crisp clinks. A thick layer covered the ground, clattering and bouncing as they fell...

Zhen Bei tried his best to lure the monster toward the outskirts. Not only was the monster dangerous, but firearms could all too easily injure bystanders.

For special incidents, they had to open fire.

They had thought the fierce gunfire and explosions would scare people away. Who would have thought that the livelier it became, the more people came to watch, filming videos or livestreaming to ride the wave of attention? Even blocking signals and hacking phones to delete photos and videos could not stop them. Perhaps the pressures of everyday life had stretched their nerves too tight, and they sought excitement to keep their brains stimulated.

Unlike cultivators or martial arts masters with their gaudy styles, Zhen Bei was accustomed to using deadly moves from military formations.

Fast, precise, ruthless—charging forward without hesitation, killing as the sole purpose.

He charged fiercely, driving the full weight of his body behind his shield in a brutal slam! After knocking back the Two-headed Monster, he swung the shield again and smashed down hard! He kicked, threw away the shield, gripped his spear, and thrust viciously!

His strength fell short of the Two-headed Monster's, but his fearless disregard for death barely made up the gap.

With a bang, he was sent flying into someone's van. Zhen Bei smashed through a fruit stand and became embedded in the vehicle, his chest aching so badly he could barely