The warm memories ended there. Si Ren injected two milligrams of the serum into his left upper arm. His mission today was to raid the enemy gang, whose men were loading valuable cargo into the train cars. There was a guard in a suit, bald, with a dark red tie. Normally, Si Ren would never have dared provoke an enemy who looked so much like an assassin, but times had changed. With the serum his boss had given him, power surged through his body.
His left upper arm transformed into a blade. Muscle tissue and bone intertwined, twisting into a ghastly white bone blade like a great axe.
Si Ren willed it.
The bone blade twisted and reshaped itself before his eyes, turning back into an arm as though everything just now had been a dream. Delight filled Si Ren's heart. He turned his arm into a bone blade again, repeating the process three times before finally putting aside his playfulness and walking toward the train with his hands in his pockets.
"Stop!"
"Get back!"
Si Ren raised both hands over his head, exposing his arms from the sleeves of his color-blocked shirt and making himself look completely harmless. Yet he did not leave. Instead, he approached step by step. Without hesitation, the guard chambered a round and aimed his gun at the young man.
"First warning."
"Second warning."
When the warnings proved ineffective, the guard pulled the trigger without hesitation. The figure with both hands raised suddenly vanished. Before they could react, an immense wave of dizziness struck the two guards. Their gun barrels were sliced in half. Clutching their necks, they collapsed with ragged breaths.
"What a powerful ability."
Si Ren sighed as he looked at the bald man in a suit who had remained standing atop the