The Slums were lively at night.
The streets bustled with people, and vendors and tourists streamed by without end.
Perhaps this was the unique kind of bustle found only in the Slums.
In an urban village within the Slums.
Inside a rental building.
On the fourth floor, in a temporary rental room.
Manni, already made up and wearing her hair in a ponytail, carried a backpack containing the [Bionic Patrol Crow] in her right hand as she strode out of the room with a heroic air.
Third floor.
Inside a temporary rental room.
Sain Mechanical Killer No. 8, dressed in a black trench coat and wearing a black mask, watched the surveillance feed from the first floor. When he saw Manni leave the building, he turned to his companion and said, "No. 7, the target has left. Hurry up and follow her."
More than twenty seconds later, the other made-up Sain Mechanical Killer No. 7 emerged from the bedroom in large strides, wearing black sunglasses and two fake mustaches pasted onto his face.
Click.
As the disguised Sain Mechanical Killer No. 7 opened the door, whoosh, whoosh—an attack carrying a fierce gust of wind slammed into his face, instantly breaking his nose bridge and shattering his front teeth as blood sprayed continuously from his mouth.
Smack.
The next second, Sain Mechanical Killer No. 7, sent flying by the blow, lay on the ground with a face full of pain.
At the same time.
A swift shadow flickering with emerald-green radiance rushed in from the rental room's doorway, charging straight toward Sain Mechanical Killer No. 8.
In the living room.
"Damn it!"
Seeing the sudden ambush unfold before him, Sain Mechanical Killer No. 8's pupils shrank sharply. In an instant, every hair on his body stood on end, and two icy killing intents flashed from his cunning eyes.
As the killing intent surfaced, Sain Mechanical Killer No. 8 drew the massive cleaver strapped to his waist and swung it toward the front door.
"Whoosh, whoosh."
However, Sain Mechanical Killer No. 8's slash struck nothing. The intruder moved like a ghost, twisting at an unimaginable angle before stomping the massive cleaver beneath his foot.
Boom!
A force weighing over a thousand pounds drove half the blade into the gaps between the rental room's floor tiles.
But.
It was not over yet.
The moment the intruder pinned the cleaver into the tile gap, he sprang up again, leaping more than a meter off the ground. Then, the power of a Level 3 Psionic Warrior erupted. His right hand clenched into a fist, and he hurled a punch, accompanied by a piercing gust, at Sain Mechanical Killer No. 8's face.
Direct Disciple of Tang Bohu's Disfigured Face Fist!
The punch was incredibly fast.
Its power was equally immense.
"Smack!"
Before Sain Mechanical Killer No. 8 could even release the cleaver in his hand, the punch struck his face viciously. His nose wing broke, his front teeth flew out, and he was hurled backward. At last, his entire body crashed into the wall before he collapsed to the floor like a pile of mush.
Ten seconds—barely even ten seconds.
Two Sain Mechanical Killers with the combat strength of Level 2 Psionic Warriors had been defeated by this mysterious figure.
The clash had begun abruptly and ended just as abruptly.
"What terrifying strength! What incredible speed!"
"A Level 3 Psionic Warrior... the intruder is at least a Level 3 Psionic Warrior!"
Lying on the floor, No. 8's pupils contracted violently as a bone-chilling fear surged through his heart.
Only then did No. 8 finally get a clear look at the intruder's true appearance.
He was a black-cloaked man with a slightly bloated figure, an ordinary face, and an exceptionally straight back.
Under the rental room's incandescent light, the man's complexion looked somewhat pale. Yet the most striking feature was his pair of emotionless eyes, like a bottomless pool of unfathomable depth. Simply looking at someone gave off an invisible pressure.
As though sensing No. 8's scrutinizing gaze, the black-cloaked man suddenly lowered his head, his emotionless eyes staring directly at No. 8.
A grim killing intent suddenly emerged in the air.
On the living room floor.
"Gulp."
Sensing the killing intent permeating the air, Sain Mechanical Killer No. 8's body instinctively tensed. He forced himself to gather strength, but the pain from the fractures in his face made it impossible for him to maintain his charged state.
"Brother, we're Sain Mechanical Killers. Though we've done every kind of evil, we've never provoked someone at the level of a Level 3 Psionic Warrior..."
"Did you get the wrong people?"
Perhaps because the intruder had not immediately killed him, Sain Mechanical Killer No. 8 opened his mouth and asked with a puzzled expression.
Yet secretly, he pulled out a black drug injector and quietly moved it toward his back.
"You Sain Mechanical Killers are operating on my turf. Naturally, I had to come and ask what exactly you're here for."
After a moment, the black-cloaked man finally spoke.
Unexpectedly, his voice was hoarse and low, like the voice of a robot.
"It's a misunderstanding!"
"Brother, we're not here to deal with you. We're only monitoring a tenant upstairs. She's our target this time."
Hearing this reply, No. 8 suddenly felt as helpless as if he had swallowed dog shit. Still, for the sake of his life, he answered truthfully.
Click!
At that moment, No. 8 finally injected the drug into his body.
"Roar!"
The next moment, a beastly roar erupted from No. 8's mouth. The fear in his eyes vanished, replaced by a brutal and terrifying killing intent.
"Kid, you're really an idiot, actually giving your enemy a chance to catch his breath..."
Silence.
The atmosphere remained calm.
At that moment, the black-cloaked man looked coldly at No. 8, and a mocking smile appeared undisguised in his emotionless gaze.
"Whoosh!"
Abruptly, the black-cloaked man raised his right hand. A Black Firearm that shimmered all over with blue psionic light was aimed directly at No. 8, whose muscles had swollen throughout his body.
This Black Firearm was a terrifying weapon capable of killing any Level 4 Psionic Warrior!
So what if you transformed?
I'll use a finishing move as a basic attack!
That was Wang Zhong's truest thought from the bottom of his heart.
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