The Incredibly Fearsome Strength

The murderer returned Lu Bai's service pistol, turned to the middle-aged man in front of him, and said with a hint of probing sarcasm, "Who do you think you are? All you do is spout nonsense."

The middle-aged man, however, remained calm and composed, his tone showing no significant fluctuations.

"You don't recognize me? Heh, let me introduce myself. I am Heide, the Section Chief of D Sector."

Lu Bai loaded his bullets and casually stuffed his sidearm back into the holster hanging on his waist. After all, there were other deathmatchers present, so he could assess the situation first and didn't need to rush out.

However, the fanatical follower on whom he had placed high hopes sensed something was amiss and quietly took a half-step back.

The other collector, while not retreating, also didn't want to be the first to stick his neck out.

Hearing the loud banging coming from the iron gate behind him, it was the murderer who lost his composure first.

He raised the dark muzzle of his gun and pointed it at the Section Chief named Heide.

"That's wonderful! I was just worried about not having enough hostages. Your position Section Chief should make your men hesitate to act rashly, right?"

Before he finished speaking, he decisively pulled the trigger.

The bullet struck the Section Chief directly in the thigh.

Heide, Sector Chief remained unfazed, and with a sudden flick of his right hand, he precisely gripped the bullet in his grasp.

He held the bullet between two fingers, showing it to Lu Bai and the others, then slowly crushed it while casually remarking.

"How could you have such a big misunderstanding about me? I got this position as Section Chief through my own abilities."

After Heide finished speaking, he stomped his foot down hard.

Boom!

In an instant, the violent force shattered the concrete ground beneath his feet.

Using this reaction force, he charged at the murderer with an unstoppable and terrifying momentum, like a bull with bloodshot eyes.

The speed wasn't so fast that it was impossible for someone to react, but at least the murderer couldn't dodge it.

Puff!!!

In less than a second, the murderer flew backwards for dozens of meters like a rag doll, finally coming to a stop after crashing into a wall.

Without a doubt, that one blow caused him to suffer comminuted fractures all over his body.

He didn't die so quickly; blood gushed uncontrollably from his mouth, mixed with fragments of organs, and he could only manage a faint whimper, like that of a young animal.

Everyone present, including Lu Bai, was stunned by what they saw.

Dude, there's something really wrong with you, isn't there?

Isn't this a Deathmatch Arena set in a modern context?

This Section Chief's fighting ability is One Star superior to those Prison Guards, isn't it?

Without the slightest hesitation, the fanatic abandoned Lu Bai and the Collector, and sprinted toward the other side of the wall.

Unfortunately, he did not succeed.

With a burst of speed, Heide, Sector Chief sprinted forward and closed in on the fanatic in a few breaths, reaching out to grab him.

Even though the other party didn't show much killing intent, this still left the fanatic completely bewildered, and some even showed signs of concussion.

He carried the fanatic back to Lu Bai and the Collector, casually tossing the fanatic at them.

"Stop making any more pointless attempts. Now that I'm here, you have no chance."

Heide, Sector Chief stared calmly at the remaining Lu Bai and the Collector.

His gaze swept between the two before finally settling on the Collector: "You must be the mastermind behind this prison break. By general standards, you're quite capable."

If you survive the verdict, I'd suggest transferring you to C Sector. Of course, if you're still determined to take action, then now's the time."

Hearing this, Lu Bai glanced silently at the Collector.

If nothing unexpected happens, the Replicant hidden among them is none other than the Collector.

The collector's expression turned slightly strange; he probably hadn't expected that his identity would be so easily exposed by Heide, Sector Chief.

He wasn't too flustered. He glanced at Lu Bai and said, "Brother Smiling Face, we can talk about this later. Let's get through this together first, shall we?"

Ultimately, the price that a Deathmatcher and Replicant have to pay is different.

Even if he dies, he will simply be given a different body next time, but a deathmatch fighter doesn't get a second chance.

From his perspective, even if Lu Bai knew he was Replicant, cooperating with him was the only option under these circumstances.

But,

"I refuse."

Lu Bai chuckled and retreated to the iron gate.

This reply visibly stunned the collector, who seriously suspected that this guy might be a madman.

"Haha, so this is infighting already?"

The Heide, Sector Chief, who was standing to the side, was overjoyed. After laughing enough, he looked at Lu Bai sincerely and said, "I personally admire his pragmatism."

However, I must tell you honestly, given the damage you've caused to D Sector, even if you turn back now, you'll most likely still be sentenced to death by firing squad."

Having said that, he took a step toward the Collector.

"Of course, for those who remain stubbornly unrepentant, I will personally..."

Heide, Sector Chief raised his right fist and suddenly lunged forward, bringing him almost to the point where he was touching the Collector's toes.

The collectors had all witnessed the Section Chief's previous performance.

He was ready to take action the moment the other party spoke.

His body jerked backward as if hit by a dump truck, narrowly avoiding the attack, and he even felt a gust of wind brush past the tip of his nose.

Boom!

The Section Chief slammed down with a heavy punch, sending up a large amount of Shatter Stone. The spot where the collector had been standing was now a spiderweb-shaped crack with a diameter of half a meter.

The moment the collector lay down, he instinctively pulled out his sidearm and emptied the magazine at the Section Chief's vital areas, such as his eyes and mouth.

Just as the bullet was about to hit the target, to his surprise, the Section Chief used an extremely awkward and ergonomically unsound movement to twist his waist and forcibly change his body's inertia.

"What?!"

The last image of the collector was of the Section Chief, whose body was almost parallel to the ground, throwing a hook punch at him.

Pfft~

The dull cracking sound of the skull made one's teeth ache, and red and white matter splattered all over the ground.

Lu Bai saw it clearly: when the Section Chief finished off the collector, half of the fist slammed into the ground midway through its movement.

But it did nothing to hinder the punch, carving a groove into the concrete floor.

This is simply outrageous. Lu Bai really wanted to ask what kind of body this Section Chief had, since his muscles seemed to be as hard as steel.

"Alright, you're a sensible kid, I won't make things difficult for you. Open the door."

The Section Chief got up from the ground and brushed the grit off the back of his hands.

A harmless smile immediately appeared on Lu Bai's face.

I still refuse.