Something Is Wrong with This Place

Something Is Wrong with This Place

After finishing his preparations, Chen Yu set off decisively without lingering any longer.

He had noticed that the people here had a rather serious worship-of-the-strong mentality. If he stayed too long, people would easily start worshipping him in all sorts of ways, and Positive Emotion would definitely keep rising.

If he were a pureblood capitalist, he would probably kill Editor Le in public right now to make an example of him. But Chen Yu still couldn't bring himself to do something so lacking in conscience.

So, he'd better slip away first.

Skyvault Type Eight stayed behind on guard, while Chen Yu piloted Martial Armor Type Eight out of the range of their position, only to run headlong into a squad of transport puppets.

"Tch, what terrible luck."

Though he was lamenting his bad luck, Chen Yu's mood, which had just fallen, gradually rose again.

The puppets coming toward him hadn't expected Chen Yu to emerge from the fog of war either. The captain at the front had just been about to surrender when he immediately remembered his job and his loans.

Driven by an overwhelming desire to survive, the pilot swiftly jabbed a tube of enhancer into his thigh. The surging power brought by the pill made him howl madly before he lunged at Chen Yu.

The fierce attack forced Chen Yu back a step. After dodging the charge, he countered with an elbow strike that sent the other's cockpit flying. Then, with a casual grab, he tore a steel plate from the nearby building and swung it once with his left hand, then once with his right.

Every blow knocked down a member of the transport squad. After seven strikes, the entire team lay dead on the ground, and all their supplies were