I Can't Stay in High Society Anymore

Zhang Xuezhou didn't have a specific strategy, but Zhang Xuezhou was indeed adept at seizing opportunities in battle.

The Big Bang provided this opportunity.

It appeared that several of them were impacted by the aftershocks of the explosion, but when these aftershocks reached the indoor shooting range, everything descended into chaos.

Glass shards, broken steel frames, massive amounts of dust pouring in from outside, and various other debris mixed in with the dust...

The explosion caused chaos at the indoor shooting range, and even Song Xianzong hid in a corner waiting for the aftershocks to subside.

For a normal person, crouching down and covering their head is the normal behavior when encountering such a shockwave.

Zhang Xuezhou was no exception; he initially also played defensively.

But Zhang Manqian's shield gave Zhang Xuezhou a different perspective, and the mouthful of blood that sprayed onto his face caused his violent impulses to surge rapidly.

Zhang Xuezhou's response sounded like a joke, but he didn't stop firing his 24-round rifle.

For him, as long as his Law Power locks onto the target within its range, he will not lose sight of it. Even if he picks up a gun and fires randomly, Zhang Xuezhou can hit the target nine times out of ten.

The explosion affected him, but it affected Song Xianzong even more.

In the aftershocks of such an explosion, the opponent's ability to move quickly was almost completely restricted.

As Zhang Xuezhou fell to his side, the assault rifle fired another bullet.

"Zhang Xuezhou, I'll remember that name!"

Hit again in the chaos, Song Xianzong lunged towards the broken window and tumbled out.

This prompted Zhang Xuezhou to quickly fire another shot.

"I have a good gun to shoot you dead!"

He responded reluctantly, clearly dissatisfied with the large-caliber rifle he was holding.

"You shot the sixth one... hiccup!"

There's another layer of fleshy padding at the very bottom.

Song Sijia clutched her ripped throat, her face contorted with pain from the explosion that had worsened her injuries, and a look of disbelief on her face.

During this gunfight, her grandfather, the best marksman in the Allied Nation, actually lost.

Zhang Xuezhou was shot once, and Song Xianzong was shot five times.

Four shots were fired in quick succession after the explosion. Song Sijia only had time to let out a few painful groans before the duel was over.

Whether due to old age, declining mental capacity, or other reasons, Song Xianzong lost in this contest of firearms.

You're unlucky!

Seeing Song Sijia burping from being pressed down by his body, Zhang Xuezhou chanted a prayer and returned the same Supreme Purity True Technique to her.

Should we leave here right away?

The aftershocks of the explosion, which involved Wang Li, Song Fengying, Zhang Weimeng, and a door panel, caused an unnatural flush to appear on Zhang Manqian's face.

She was glad that Zhang Xuezhou's skill level was superb.

This technique effectively suppressed her injuries. If she could find a relatively safe place, Zhang Manqian could even use the Supreme Purity True Technique to heal herself.

Her eyes swept over the dusty, chaotic place, then looked out into the even more disorganized area.

"Was this the only explosion your grandfather set up?"

After casting Supreme Purity True Technique, Zhang Xuezhou felt that Song Sijia should be able to breathe and speak normally again.

The Supreme Purity True Technique doesn't heal wounds instantly, but it has a very obvious ability to relieve pain and suppress injuries, which allows Song Sijia to speak relatively normally for the time being.

"Nobody knows how many traps he set up," Song Sijia said in a low voice, her voice choked with pain. "If the goal is achieved, then he only set up one. If the goal isn't achieved, there might be a second or third trap!"

As the person with the highest power in the Song family, only Song Xianzong himself knew what he was doing. Even Ziwen, Song Bu'er, and others were unaware of it, let alone Song Sijia.

Only Song Xianzong knew exactly how much explosives he had buried and where he had buried them.

What is he trying to achieve?

Zhang Xuezhou's expression darkened slightly.

If it weren't for Song Sijia's reminder, they might have rushed out of the indoor shooting range and most likely run towards the area where the Song family lived.

Given the range of the explosion, there is a considerable possibility of being killed outside, while being seriously injured is highly probable.

Zhang Xuezhou couldn't be sure if Song Xianzong had any other plans.

Compared to rushing around recklessly, staying in this indoor shooting range might be safer.

But Zhang Xuezhou couldn't help but ponder the objectives that Song Xianzong needed to achieve.

"He probably wants to eliminate those who pose a threat to him," Zhang Manqian whispered.

"Who poses a threat to your grandfather?" Zhang Xuezhou asked Song Sijia.

"You..."

"Don't talk about me, tell me about people who could pose a threat to your grandfather under normal circumstances!"

"My grandfather was ranked sixth on the Sequence Committee; the top five were all deadly threats to him."

"Who?"

"Zhou Xin, Chang Kongluo, Li Qi, Zhu Bufan, Zhong Rang!"

Seeing Zhang Xuezhou ask a common-sense question, Song Sijia felt slightly strange, but she responded quickly.

When it comes to matters of life and death, there is no room for leniency.

This was not only a response to Zhang Xuezhou, but also a way to save her own life.

"So, the targets mentioned in the electronic voice on him at the time were one of these people?"

"It should be!"

Song Sijia nodded.

This earth-shattering explosion in the Song family's affairs was clearly not for the lowly fry; it truly involved big shots.

If these important figures are seriously injured or killed, Song Xianzong's chances of surviving while in a state of mental confusion will increase significantly.

A person's reputation is like a tree's shadow. The ranking of the Sequence Committee is real. Song Xianzong has a sense of awe towards those ranked higher, while those ranked lower than him also have a sense of fear towards him. When hunting him, they are likely to be half-hearted.

For Song Xianzong, eliminating those at higher levels became a necessity for survival.

The explosion was aimed at Zhou Xin and his associates.

"I wonder what became of these people in the explosion? And how can Song Xianzong determine whether his objective has been achieved?"

After a moment's thought, Zhang Xuezhou and the others began to clean up.

"I can't stay in this high society anymore!"

Zhang Weimeng's face was covered in blood, his glasses were broken, and he had fractures.

He murmured to himself, feeling that he was struggling to adapt to the exciting life of the higher class.

He had seen crazed professors, and Wang Haoran, who was crippled by a fight. Now, he had experienced a near-death gunfight and even survived an explosion.

Zhang Weimeng felt that this was not the higher class he had envisioned.

For Zhang Weimeng, the higher class he understood meant enjoying luxury, all kinds of technology, and the benefits brought by the offerings of countless people.

But during his time with them, Zhang Weimeng witnessed one endless struggle after another, some even involving life and death.

This higher-class lifestyle made him give up on the idea.

If his family were healthy, Zhang Weimeng felt he would be willing to go back to the way things were before.

He always had a surge of upward momentum in his chest, but Zhang Weimeng found that this momentum had quietly dissipated completely.

"If everyone plays like this, won't it kill everyone?" Song Fengying said with lingering fear.

"Actually, I'm usually fine!"

Wang Li gave a weak reply.

Looking at his fractured arms, he didn't entirely agree with Zhang Weimeng and Song Fengying's words.

This is not the norm for the upper class; it's just that the group that established the Scarlet Alliance State has entered old age, but these elderly people who hold real power and possess the authority of the order have not properly handled their affairs after death.

Before him was Wang Jiangtao, after him was Song Xianzong, and in the future there will be Chang Kongluo, Zhou Xin and others.

Aside from this, the upper class does indeed live an extremely luxurious life and uses the most cutting-edge technology, which is completely different from the lives of ordinary people.

Having witnessed the glamour of the upper class, Wang Li found it difficult to resist the allure of that level, even though it was fraught with risks.

Everyone had their own thoughts at that moment.

"Committee Member Zhou, Committee Member Song was at this indoor shooting range about ten minutes ago. I was there..."

When a familiar voice rang out, Zhang Xuezhou seemed to remember something, and his expression changed drastically.