Fang, You're Going to Die! (Bonus Chapter for Alliance Leader Honghuang Weiming)

Name: Fang

Gender: Male

Age: Between 18 and 40.

Race: African

Ability: Orc Transformation. He could successfully transform into a powerful beast.

Ability: Berserker Blood (?). It should allow him to turn injuries into formidable fighting strength. The more grievously he was wounded, the more his speed and strength increased. His speed exceeded that of a normal human by 2.35 times (? estimated by sight), and his strength by 3.1 times (? estimated by sight).

Ability: Use of flashbangs. His target used flashbangs with incredible skill, making them almost impossible to guard against. This suggested that he was also highly skilled with grenades and similar weapons.

Ability: Bone Claws. After transforming, his target had sharp bone claws that could easily tear through car doors and human bodies.

Ability: Finger Sacrifice Technique (?). His target tore off one of his own fingers and seemed to use some kind of mysterious spell to make the severed finger kill an enemy like a throwing knife. It was practically impossible to counter. However, his target had treated this move as a last resort, so it must have come at a great cost.

The fact that only four fingers remained on his target's left hand at the time showed that the cost was at least the permanent loss of the severed finger.

These details were all things Fang Linyan had witnessed with his own eyes, so he listed them one by one on paper. Then he closed his eyes and began to think. Gradually, his brow relaxed. He suddenly opened his eyes and slammed a fist down on the table, a cold smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.

"I've got it! But there are still a few things I need to confirm."

Next, Fang Linyan opened a secondhand, beat-up laptop—the kind whose fan rattled noisily as soon as it started up. It took a full three minutes to boot. He took out his phone, uploaded several videos and pictures from it to the computer, then used the built-in software to enlarge them.

Soon, Fang Linyan found what he was looking for in the videos and pictures. He selected a photo and began studying it closely.

Although Fang Linyan's phone had a low-resolution camera, he could still tell that the picture had been taken at the scene of that day's battle. Corpses lay everywhere, and the burning warehouse and overturned black Lincoln Navigator bore witness to how fierce the battle had been.

One of the pictures was a close-up of a corpse. The body was in terrible condition; Fang had apparently torn open its chest with one claw after transforming. The suit on its chest and the bulletproof vest beneath it had both been ripped apart, leaving a wound more than ten centimeters long, with the internal organs exposed.

However, that wasn't what Fang Linyan was looking at. He enlarged the photo, bringing the focus to a tattoo above the corpse's heart. It was quite distinctive, appearing to be a vague triangle.

He nodded with satisfaction, then circled it in red.

Next, Fang Linyan took screenshots from the video. He found a similar pattern on a briefcase and marked it as well.

After studying the two markings for a while, Fang Linyan pondered, then went back to the earlier video. He paused the frame on a Lincoln Navigator. Fang's claws had torn through the car door, and the windows were shattered, so several documents scattered across the seats were visible. Fang enlarged the documents and found another clue in the blurry footage, which he marked.

All three markings looked similar, with black-and-red triangular shapes. They also shared a common feature: they looked like some kind of emblem. Fang Linyan began typing rapidly, searching the internet for something. Before long, he had his answer. He closed his eyes and lightly tapped his fingers on the tabletop. A few minutes later, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he murmured,

"Excellent. The most important piece of the puzzle was right here all along!"

Fang Linyan excitedly stood up and paced around the room. After a long while, he returned to the desk, picked up his paper and pen again, and started scribbling.

This time, he wrote six words:—

**Inferring a Person's Habits!**

A: Fang was highly skilled with flashbangs. There was a good chance he was an active-duty soldier, a mercenary, or a baseball/basketball player.

B: Before I arrived, Fang had already transformed once and slaughtered the people at the scene. When he transformed, his body grew by more than 50 percent, which would tear his clothes and shoes apart. At the scene, I found a burst leather shoe and a shirt.

The shoe was made by Berluti, a luxury brand founded in Paris, France, in 1895 and run by four generations of the same family. It cost more than 110,000, and had to be custom-made in Paris.

The shirt was made of high-count poplin and came from Charvet, a brand founded in Paris in 1838.

This showed that Fang had close ties to France. He favored comfortable, understated luxury and handmade brands—a lifestyle habit that would be hard to hide. A person who lived so luxuriously would have limited options for food, clothing, lodging, and transportation after arriving in a foreign country.

C: Two minutes and fourteen seconds after transforming, Fang used that self-mutilating trump card of his, tearing off his own finger to kill the man named Thornton.

Judging by the condition of Fang's left hand, the severed finger probably wouldn't grow back after he used the technique. It came at a considerable cost.

But Fang had already figured out Thornton's hand at the time. If he'd kept his cool and continued to wear Thornton down, he would have had a good chance of winning. So why had he been in such a hurry to end the fight? There was a good chance his transformation was about to wear off! In other words, his transformation probably lasted around three minutes.

At this point, Fang Linyan frowned, covered his mouth, and began coughing again. But he quickly took some medicine and eased the symptoms.

Then Fang Linyan returned to the computer. This time, he logged into several overseas news websites, quickly scanning the information as it scrolled by. At last, his gaze settled on a report:

"On the 17th, Randall, CEO of the renowned high-tech company, traveled despite his illness to Tai City, the financial center of the Asia-Pacific region. The trip appears to be related to the Asian launch of his company's flagship product, Airsong. Randall will attend the press conference and unveil the latest Airsong flagship product. It is reportedly a groundbreaking handheld audiovisual device that also employs revolutionary augmented-reality technology."

"Randall was diagnosed with malignant pancreatic neuroendocrine cancer three years ago, but has been actively undergoing treatment."

After reading the report, Fang Linyan murmured,

"Excellent, excellent! This is the last piece of the puzzle."

He checked it several times, then finally let out a long breath and stood up. He went to the window and looked out at the dark sky and the stars twinkling above. After a long while, he said softly,

"I'm sorry, Fang. You're going to die."