Kun Ge, Don't!

After confirming the dungeon, Wu Heng decided to handle the matter at hand before heading to the Lighthouse.

He could not leave a potential threat right under his nose unaddressed.

Inside Room 403, Cai Xueli returned to the apartment she had moved into half a month ago and locked the door.

She changed into loose pajamas, propped her fair, delicate right leg onto the table, and removed the gauze, revealing a wound stitched with six sutures.

Judging by the depth of the bruising around the edges, the wound was not shallow; it appeared to have been caused by a blade or a dagger.

Is being a dog really that good?

Cai Xueli muttered to herself, picked up a packet of loose white powder, and poured it onto the wound to dress it.

She bit her lip, enduring the stinging pain, and re-wrapped the wound with fresh gauze.

Afterward, she changed her pants, put on a coat, tossed the used gauze and medicine wrappers into a trash bag, and carried it out downstairs.

She needed to take out the trash and make a trip to the supermarket.

She hadn't wanted to go out with her leg injured, but just as she was changing her dressing, her period had actually started.

Her face was even paler now, so in a sense, she hadn't lied to Wu Heng.

After tossing the trash into the large green bin at the back of the complex, Cai Xueli turned and walked toward the supermarket outside.

Whoosh!

The moment she stepped out of the complex gate and vanished from sight, a dark shadow swept past the trash area.

The lid of the green bin wobbled slightly, and the trash bag inside was already gone.

In the small, overgrown grove behind the complex that was never pruned, a figure appeared carrying the trash bag—it was Wu Heng.

He carefully examined the contents; a person's daily life could be largely observed through these items.

Alcohol-soaked cotton swabs, medicine wrappers, blood-stained gauze, and even a box for sleeping pills.

What was going on with this girl? How did she get a blade wound? Could it really be such a coincidence that she was also a Tower Guardian?

If she had just been stabbed by some lunatic, that would be one thing, but if she had been targeted, it inevitably meant trouble.

Wu Heng feared trouble most of all, so he had to figure out what kind of trouble it was. Trouble from ordinary people was one thing, but if it wasn't ordinary people...

Then this place was no longer safe, and he would have to move immediately.

He dug a hole in the ground with his hands, buried the trash, and then moved to a more distant spot, using his superhuman vision to observe.

He watched Cai Xueli go to the supermarket and return to her apartment; everything seemed perfectly normal.

By the next afternoon, Wu Heng felt he had wasted too much time and hesitated over whether to adopt a new identity to infiltrate and investigate.

The door across the hall finally opened. The girl stepped out wearing an apricot-yellow coat over a tracksuit, carrying a black leather handbag.

Wu Heng quickly and quietly followed.

After leaving the complex and tailing her for a while, they arrived at a dilapidated, condemned building on the outskirts of town.

This was a residential project built by the Green Link Group in the development zone.

Because the construction failed to meet standards and multiple sections of the buildings had collapsed, the residents had moved out. It was now an abandoned area slated by the government for demolition and reconstruction.

Cai Xueli walked straight into the depths of the derelict building.

What on earth was this girl doing here?

Wu Heng slipped into a nearby abandoned container office and donned the Raghav skin.

I must collect some spare disguises in the next dungeon, he thought. I have to make do with this for now; after all, I'm not a man who slaughters the innocent.

Disguise complete, he prepared to continue tracking Cai Xueli, but the sound of footsteps and the impact of blows drifted over from nearby.

Wu Heng stopped and peered through a gap to observe the scene outside.

In the overgrown field, two men were chasing each other and brawling.

The two were trading heavy blows, every strike and movement carrying intense impact.

It looked like a martial arts film from his past life, quite a spectacle to behold.

"Kun, I have to take Lili back!"

The young man in a black training suit was knocked back by a punch, then lunged forward, raising his fist to strike at the middle-aged man's head.

"Take her if you want, did I stop you? Why are you blocking my path? Get lost!"

The burly Kun, wearing a black jacket, let out a cold snort. He easily blocked the punch with a powerful arm and delivered a thrust kick straight toward the youth's groin.

"Ugh, Kun, the thing Lili has on her—that has to be brought back too!"

The youth lowered his hands to block, but was knocked back another step by the force. His palms collided with Kun's military boots with a loud thwack; his hands curled up, his palms turned red, and his arms couldn't help but tremble.

"No. You can only choose one: Lili or the item."

Kun pressed his advantage, his fists whistling through the air as he hammered at the youth. Each blow was more vicious than the last, yet he avoided lethal points, clearly holding back.

Even so, the youth was forced into a steady retreat, gradually losing the ability to parry.

"Fine, then I choose the item!"

The youth couldn't help but retreat five or six steps to put some distance between himself and the middle-aged man, rubbing his arms vigorously.

It hurts so much!

"Screw your mother!" Kun cursed in a rage.

Clenching his fists, he lunged forward and delivered a fierce kick to the chest of the youth, who was leaning backward, sending him tumbling away. He was about to follow up with a spinning sweep kick but stopped instantly.

"Kun, don't push me!"

The moment the youth hit the ground, he rolled and took the opportunity to pull a handgun from his waistband, aiming it at Kun.

"Is this the source of the courage you used to stop me?"

The middle-aged man flicked his wrist, and two cold glints flew from his hand. One struck the youth's handgun, while the other hit his thigh.

Clang! Clang!

Two sounds of metal striking metal rang out.

The youth's handgun dropped to the ground, and the throwing star that had struck his thigh bounced off and landed on the floor as well.

"Cangyue Cloth Armor! How did the old guy let you wear something that should have been buried in his coffin?"

Kun lunged rapidly toward the youth, his hands held in a framing posture, intending to seize him using a bull-horning technique.

"Kun, there's someone here!"

Terrified, the youth retreated repeatedly, moving away from the handgun.

"Bullshit!"

"Such a fine piece of armor should be worn by me."

As he spoke, Kun darted to the side of the handgun lying near a pile of rubble. With a light flick of his right toe, the gun flew into the air and was firmly caught in his iron-pincer-like right hand.

"It's true, look at the footprints on the weeds by the doorway of the container house; it's obvious someone just went inside."

The youth guessed wildly, hoping to catch his breath. He truly hadn't expected that his second senior brother had already reached the limits of the human body.

Kun turned a deaf ear, walked forward with the gun pointed at the youth's head, subdued him, and pinned him to the ground.

"Kun, don't, there really is someone."

Kun didn't stop; he stripped off the youth's jacket, removed a one-piece suit that looked like fishing gear, and put it on himself.

Only then did he point the gun at the container house.

"Come out!"

Ten seconds passed with no movement. Kun fired decisively, trusting in his junior brother's intelligence.

Bang! Bang!

The moment he fired, a figure flashed out. The shotgun shells in the dark figure's hands tore through the siding of the container house and sprayed toward the two men outside.

Puff! Puff! Puff!

The shotgun fired continuously until it was empty. The youth collapsed to the ground, but the bullets hitting Kun were blocked by the cloth armor he had put on.

Regardless of who the other party was, since they had struck first, showing mercy would be an act of stupidity.

"Damn, why is it some old Tiandu geezer? Killing my junior brother—paying with your life is getting off easy!"

Seeing that Wu Heng was out of ammo and trying to retreat to reload, Kun unleashed the same move he had used against the youth.

With his hands held in a framing posture, he lunged at Wu Heng like a charging bull.

"Well come!"

Wu Heng let out a shout, the muscles in his legs knotting with power. He crushed the gravel on the ground with a crunch and dove toward Kun as well.

Boom! The two collided like cannonballs, producing a sound like a beating drum, followed by a series of bone-cracking noises.

Kun flew backward a full ten feet. Blood poured from his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth, and his shattered ribs had already pierced his internal organs.

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