Late at night, in an unknown building somewhere in Yakutsk.
Ye Yuan had taken out two Red Spider members in succession.
Now, in the entire building,
the only one left was the Black man sitting at a computer in the corner of the third floor, chatting with someone online.
When Ye Yuan kicked open the door,
the Black man chatting online suddenly snapped awake.
He had no idea how a yellow-skinned man had appeared before him.
Nor did he know why his two companions downstairs had failed to give any warning.
Driven by the instinct he had developed from years of living on the edge,
the instant Ye Yuan kicked open the door,
the man's hand left the keyboard and gripped the assault rifle less than half a meter away.
The Black man's reaction could not have been faster.
His series of responses alone made it clear
that this guy had received professional training.
Moreover, he was a member with extensive combat experience.
Otherwise, he could not have reacted so quickly and so skillfully.
Every movement seemed engraved into his DNA.
He performed them so naturally and smoothly that it was practically a textbook response.
Unfortunately for him, he had run into a freak like Ye Yuan.
The Black man's reaction speed could be said to surpass that of most people on Blue Star.
But who told him to run into Ye Yuan?
He was fast?
Ye Yuan was faster.
Just as his palm was about to grip the rifle,
he suddenly felt his head buzzing as though it had been struck by a heavy hammer.
Before he could react, his vision went black and he passed out on the spot.
The reason the Black man ended up like this
was entirely Ye Yuan's doing.
While absorbing the mutated ant's