"...!" Chen Fan kicked the house Mr. 3 had made from wax secreted by his own body. "Crash...!" The house began crumbling inch by inch, collapsing onto the sand and revealing Mr. 3 inside. Fear filled Mr. 3's face. He dropped to his knees and begged for mercy, then swiftly sprang up with a wax dagger in hand and stabbed at Chen Fan.
Chen Fan did not move. A smile appeared at the corner of Mr. 3's mouth. To achieve his goal, he could use any means necessary. If Mr. 1 died just like that, he could take Mr. 1's place and get promoted.
But ideals were full, while reality was harsh. After a moment, he realized Chen Fan was still standing as motionless as before. He looked down at his hand, only to find that the tip of his wax blade had completely melted. It had not hurt Chen Fan in the slightest.
Trembling, he raised his head to look at Chen Fan. Chen Fan smiled at Mr. 3, then punched him in the head. Pure brute force knocked him out. That made two dealt with. Three remained.
The AIM Field spread out, and Chen Fan sensed what was happening underground. Two figures were fleeing into the distance.
Chen Fan was about to give chase.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!..."
A series of explosions erupted across the surrounding ground. The attack range did not only include Chen Fan; even Ms. Doublefinger, who had eaten the Thorn Fruit, was caught within it.
"Ha ha ha, idiots! Idiots! You're all idiots! Now you're dead, you monster! We planted a full thousand timed bombs beneath you just now. You're definitely dead! Everyone ahead of us except Mr. 2 must be dead too, ha ha! Now we can get promoted, Mr. 4!" Ms. Christmas, the