Crisis on All Sides

The streets were deserted, and all kinds of shops were smashed and left in a mess.

A gust of wind blew in from who-knows-where, and even made the plastic bag roll around on the ground.

Dao Long peeked out from the corner of the alley, glanced around, and then quickly ran towards the residential building across the road.

As he ran, he shouted, "Brother Bai, take this path!"

Lu Bai was unfamiliar with many parts of Chikan Bay, so it was obviously better for him to follow a local like Dao Long.

Although taking these secluded paths is a bit troublesome, it's still safer than walking openly on the main street.

There was no other way; Chikan Bay had now become a battlefield.

It wasn't just the Prison Guard who launched the attack; as the chaos escalated, all factions in Chikan Bay turned into armed hunters.

Shops, buildings, rooftops... bullets could be fired at any time, and you could be riddled with bullets if you're not careful.

In the corridor of the residential building, several Prison Guard stood against the wall, slowly making their way into the rooms, checking to see if they had missed anything.

Before they could take more than a few steps, the Prison Guard heard the door behind them being kicked open.

Dao Long's figure flashed in like a ghost, quickly taking down several Prison Guards. Throughout the entire process, these Prison Guard didn't even fire a single shot.

"Brother Bai, let's go upstairs."

After speaking in a low voice, Dao Long took the lead and ran towards the stairwell.

"Hold on."

Lu Bai suddenly called out to Dao Long, looking at a door next to him with a strange expression.

Incidentally, although the title worn by the Deathmatcher is suspended above the Deathmatcher, the anchor point is actually the Deathmatcher's head. Whenever the head is tilted, the title suspended above the Deathmatcher will also sway.

At that moment, in Lu Bai's line of sight, there was exactly half of a colorful artistic letter, repeatedly protruding from the door and then retracting.

It felt like the fighter inside the door was desperately trying to eavesdrop on the sounds in the hallway.

After a moment of contemplation, Lu Bai silently walked to the door, his Grandmaster- level Internal Energy fully concentrated in his right hand, which was clenched into a fist.

He roared like a thunderclap from a clear sky.

"Iron Fist Breaks Wind!"

The next moment, a right fist slammed out, and the door shattered into pieces, accompanied by wisps of blood mist behind it.

[Bite!]

[Points +1, Current Points: 58, Current Rank: 1/107]

After hearing the mechanized system notification, Lu Bai didn't go back inside to check the situation. Instead, he turned and followed Dao Long upstairs.

It is a very obvious fact that since the Prison Guard entered the scene, the number of deathmatch participants has declined to some extent.

They are, after all, students of Weidao High School, and neither the various factions within Chikan Bay nor the Prison Guard outside will show them any mercy.

To make matters worse, the route to escape Chikan Bay was completely blocked by the army.

Most of the fighters are not much stronger than ordinary people, so faced with such a dire situation, their only option is to find a place to hide.

Whether we survive or not is entirely up to fate.

Judging from the current situation, these fighters trapped in Chikan Bay are clearly not very lucky.

Thinking of this, Lu Bai felt a little melancholy, realizing that he was not strong enough to personally eliminate all the deathmatch fighters.

"There are more than five shifts of Prison Guard in the square ahead, and the ones leading them must be at least senior Prison Guard. The only way to avoid them is this way."

As soon as the two reached the rooftop of the residential building, Dao Long bent down and, under the cover of the several quilts drying in the sun, the two quietly approached the edge of the rooftop.

"Brother Bai, did you notice that over there, over there, and over there too?"

Dao Long pointed in several directions. "There are definitely snipers equipped with tungsten alloy armor-piercing rounds. If you get hit by one of those bullets, even Grandmaster will be in trouble."

Lu Bai glanced in the direction Dao Long pointed, but found nothing wrong with it.

After all, his eyes had not been tempered by Internal Energy, and his vision was not as good as some Postnatal Martial Artist.

Lu Bai nodded immediately. "I see."

"Brother Bai, when I count to three, we'll jump to the rooftop across the street together."

Dao Long tensed all his muscles and counted down in a low voice.

On the solid wood desk, a large number of empty wine bottles were piled up haphazardly.

In the glass display case on the right, a large number of books are neatly arranged, but they have never been read.

The man sitting in his office chair took another swig of alcohol, making his rosacea, caused by years of heavy drinking, even more intensely red.

Bang bang bang!

A loud knocking sounded, and two burly men, in their haste, violently ripped the office door off before the man with the bulbous nose could even open it.

The man with the bulbous nose had just lifted his buttocks off the cushion to open the door when he saw his underlings barging in, so he plopped back down.

"What's wrong with you all?"

"Boss, this is terrible! The cops have come to our territory."

One of the henchmen said hurriedly.

"Let them fight it out, don't provoke them. Anyway, the leading forces of Taijima and Nanxing Association... wait, what did you say? Cops?!"

The man with the bulbous nose was quite astonished, and even sobered up considerably.

Having spent so long in Chikan Bay, he hadn't heard the word "cops" in years.

The underling nodded frantically, speaking rapidly, "Yes, not those people from Weidao Nanxing Association, but cops! Lots of cops!"

The man with the bulbous nose instantly turned serious and anxiously asked, "Do you know what's going on? Why are the cops in Chikan Bay?"

Just as the younger brother was about to reply, he was blasted apart by a terrifying gust of wind.

Limbs and pieces of flesh were splattered all over the floor, instantly turning the entire office into the scene of a gruesome murder.

The man with the bulbous nose, confused and bewildered, reached up and touched his face, pulling off a piece of flesh.

"Yue~"

He regained his senses, then immediately bent over and began to dry heave.

Heide, Sector Chief walked in through the main door, glanced around the office, and, too lazy to do it himself, waved his hand and said, "Only two left. Fine, arrest them."

Several fully armed Prison Guard stormed into the office like wolves and tigers, taking control of the two thugs who were already terrified.

Heide, Sector Chief lit a cigarette and put it in his mouth, making as if to turn and leave.

With his top-tier combat strength, he naturally wouldn't waste time on trivial matters like cleanup.

However, at that moment, two strange noises coming from the roof caught his attention.

He looked up at the ceiling for a moment, then asked the bulbous-nosed man at the desk, who was half-convinced, "Is there anyone else upstairs?"

The man with the bulbous nose shook his head instinctively. "Upstairs... there's nothing there."

Heide, Sector Chief remained noncommittal, but winked at his subordinate, signaling him to take a few men upstairs to take a look.