The instant Zheng Zha was blasted away by the muscle-bound giant’s punch, that colossal force surged through his body. Almost instinctively, he drove his feet hard into the giant’s abdomen. As the fist slammed against his shoulder, his feet were already pushing off, sending him spinning into a nearby residence. That immense power hadn't dissipated yet, carrying him dozens of meters further before he finally hit the ground.

The moment he landed, Zheng Zha sprang up. The shoulder that had been struck was agony; every movement sent a piercing pain through him. Yet, he gritted his teeth and burst out between two more houses, then melted into the crowd on the street outside, slowly moving away from the area.

After putting significant distance between himself and the conflict, Zheng Zha finally had a chance to examine his shoulder injury. Tearing open his clothes, a distinct fist imprint was visible on his shoulder. Beneath that print, the bone joint was bizarrely dislocated. Fortunately, his physical constitution was already astonishing, and the defensive posture he adopted at the moment of impact meant the shoulder bone had only dislocated. Nevertheless, this fact underscored the terrifying offensive power of the muscle-bound giant; a solid hit could essentially render a person combat ineffective.

“But his control over his strength seems poor... it didn't give me a sense of genuine danger, otherwise I could have unlocked the Genetic Lock when facing him...” Zheng Zha gritted his teeth, grasping the dislocated shoulder bone, then forcefully pushed upward. Intense pain immediately shot through his shoulder, but the joint finally snapped back into place. He tentatively moved his arm; aside from a slight ache, its range of motion was virtually unimpeded.

“What you just mentioned... was unlocking the Genetic Lock, wasn't it?” A cold voice drifted from not far away. Zheng Zha snapped his head around to see a figure clad in medical scrubs standing in the shadow of a tall building nearby.

(Couldn't detect him... not at all. When did he get there?) Zheng Zha took a deep breath, drawing his dagger while simultaneously raising the micro-submachine gun in his other hand. Even so, he felt the pressure emanating from this blonde doctor—it was far more intense than that of the muscle-bound brute. Even separated by several dozen meters, he felt an utterly frigid aura, the very scent of death.

The blonde doctor stared coldly at Zheng Zha, frowning slightly. “...Relax, I won't fight you now. I merely wished to inform you... contact your companions and have them release Mohammed Yorif. Then, neither side will attack. Also, tell your Captain, so long as neither of our groups loses a single member, our agreement stands until the end of this horror film.”

With that, the blonde doctor slowly melted into the darkness, his figure vanishing completely from Zheng Zha’s sight in the blink of an eye.

Cold sweat broke out on Zheng Zha’s palms. For some reason, this blonde doctor exuded a peculiar pressure that forced him to focus intently, as if he might be attacked the very next second. Only after the doctor’s silhouette had completely disappeared did Zheng Zha finally let out a deep gasp.

“...Zero Point? Zhao Yingkong managed to capture one of their team members?” Zheng Zha asked into his communicator while running.

“...Yes. We can discuss the specifics when you return—” Before Zero Point could finish, a faint, hissing sound of fabric rubbing together was heard, followed by the slightly childish voice of the young boy, Xiao Honglu: “Is that Zheng Zha? It’s inconvenient for us to disclose our location, and we can’t be tracked from your communicator either. For now, head to the central square of Cairo; we will tell you the exact location there.”

Zheng Zha glanced curiously at his communicator, then adjusted the search radius to its absolute limit, covering approximately a quarter of Cairo. The communicators of the other team members appeared within range, but their positions seemed strangely arranged: they formed a widely spaced circle, with the center of that circle being the main square of Cairo.

“So that’s how it is... A brilliant maneuver!” Zheng Zha understood after a moment of thought while holding the device. Xiao Honglu must have made the arrangement, positioning the surplus communicators around the square while their location held only one. This way, even if the person carrying an outward communicator was killed or compromised, an enemy would have to search the surrounding locations one by one. Furthermore, these positions were likely within sight of each other. Under such circumstances, any enemy searching for the communicators would certainly be doomed... because Zero Point’s Gauss rifle was not to be trifled with! Zheng Zha approached the square slowly, his senses razor-sharp, constantly scanning his surroundings. He even deliberately crossed over several residences and alleyways several times. Thankfully, it seemed no one was tailing him, so his pace gradually quickened. Before long, he arrived at Cairo’s central square. The moment he stepped onto the pavement, his communicator chimed.

“Zheng Zha, walk straight from your current position to the center of the square, and continue straight out of the square. Do not make any sudden moves during this traversal... Zhao Yingkong will monitor your rear for any tail. Begin now.”

After hearing this, Zheng Zha took a deep breath and walked towards the square's center. A strange sensation swept over him—the feeling of being watched intently from a distance. Though uncomfortable, it didn't register as dangerous. Only after he had fully exited the square did the communicator ring again.

“We are at the top of the Clock Tower, south of the square. Hurry over; we have something interesting to show you...” Xiao Honglu’s voice crackled through the device, faintly accompanied by the sound of tearing metal.

A few minutes later, Zheng Zha safely reached the summit of the Clock Tower. When he pushed open the door to the administrator’s room at the top, he saw everyone gathered around a table. They didn't even react to his entry. Only Zero Point and Zhang Jie glanced at him before immediately turning their attention back to the tabletop.

Zheng Zha had intended to complain about the dangers he faced—like nearly being flattened by a muscle-bound man—but seeing the group’s reaction immediately piqued his curiosity. He hurried to the long table and leaned down, nearly vomiting up his breakfast... Lying on the table was a bearded Arab man. Xiao Honglu, with a look of fervent dedication, was dissecting the man’s abdomen, continually extracting projectiles like cannonballs or micro-missiles. And sticking from the Arab’s back was a dagger wreathed in flame... jumping to