To the thugs watching, Fang Senyan, who had managed to escape here after being shot, was an easy catch—a five-hundred-thousand bounty practically handed to them on a platter. They didn't even pause to catch their breath, surging forward in a chaotic, desperate rush. Fang Senyan’s heart sank when he saw them, but repeated life-or-death scrapes within the Nightmare Space had honed his reaction time to a razor's edge. With a sharp frown, he immediately sprinted back toward the top floor.

These pursuers had slogged through five or six miles of mud and driving rain and were utterly spent. They were the type who relied solely on youthful vigor for brawling, given their usual habits of rampant gambling and debauchery. If it hadn't been for the fifty-thousand bonus fueling their morale, half of them would have collapsed midway. Seeing their target trapped with no retreat on the upper floor only sparked a final surge of adrenaline. Yet, at this critical moment, Fang Senyan was shamelessly fleeing toward the roof!

Fang Senyan, having just emerged from the Space, was bursting with vigor, in peak condition. Pity the gang of thugs, exhausted from their long run on the muddy farm track. Climbing five flights of stairs drained them of every last ounce of strength; their legs shook like sieves, and they were as weak as if they’d just finished pleasuring themselves two or three times and then been wrung out all night by the top courtesan, Hong Gu...

Under these circumstances, the fate awaiting the first man to reach the roof was predictable! Fang Senyan had been lying in wait nearby. Brother Hu, the star enforcer under Hua Shanfei, rushed up roaring with excitement, wielding his machete as if the mountain of fifty-thousand cash bills lay just ahead! Instead, Fang Senyan suddenly slammed into him from the side. The strong figure flashed past with powerful agility, reminiscent of a hunting leopard!

The leading thug was bodily slammed upward, flying nearly half a meter, feet leaving the ground. After emitting half a scream upside down in mid-air, he fell silent. He tumbled several times upon landing and then lay still.

The men behind him rushed forward in shock and anger to check on him. They saw Brother Hu lying there, eyes wide open in sheer terror, a wound about two fingers long across his abdomen from which blood bubbled forth like boiling water, instantly soaking his clothes crimson. Clearly, this seemingly small wound was devastatingly deep; he was beyond saving. The shadow that struck him rolled swiftly on the ground, then sprinted to the edge of the roof, paused to glance back with a slight smile, stripped off his outer jacket to wrap his hands, grabbed the nearby white PVC drainpipe, as thick as a bowl, and leaped off!

A series of cracking sounds echoed as the drainpipe, only loosely secured with cement nails during the initial installation, swayed violently as Fang Senyan used it for leverage. However, he only needed a push; he never intended to glide safely to the ground like a stunt performer. Instead, he used the momentum to drop onto the partially finished balcony of the floor below. Brother Hu’s death did not make the remaining thugs cautious; instead, it ignited a furious, red-eyed rage. They stormed to the edge of the roof, spotted Fang Senyan descending to the fourth floor, and immediately began yelling curses as they chased after him.

If Fang Senyan had harbored any apprehension before, now he was calm and filled with confidence. The boundless energy surging through his body, his swift and agile movements, and the tattoo unseen by others on his chest were clear reminders that his prior experiences were not a dream, but a harsh yet hopeful reality!

Because these thugs had been running so long in the downpour, any homemade firearms they carried must surely be waterlogged and useless. For Fang Senyan, whose body had been digitized and felt no such constraints—he chose a single strategy: "Stall!" He would drag this out until Hua Shanfei’s subordinates were too exhausted to stay grouped, allowing him to pick them off one by one!

After dropping from the roof, Fang Senyan didn’t pause for a second, running straight down the stairs. The thugs behind him naturally pursued like starved dogs, refusing to stop even as they foamed at the mouth and their eyes rolled back. Fang Senyan led them in a great loop around the construction site, covering at least two or three hundred meters, before abruptly veering into another unfinished building yet to undergo decoration.

“Wait a moment!” The call came from Sha Biao. With Brother Hu dead, he now held the highest authority among the thugs. All the men were gasping for breath, longing only to collapse on the ground and rest. Hearing Sha Biao shout was a welcome excuse for them to stop.

“Damn it all, this punk runs like his feet are greased, and he hits hard too. I bet he’s high on something to ignore his wounds. We need to leave some men to guard the stairwell so he can’t slip away again and make us all chase our tails for nothing. I, Brother Biao, decree that if we catch the man, the fifty-thousand bounty is shared by all, whether you stayed below or went chasing!”

With that, Sha Biao made his allocation without room for argument, assigning Xiao Ning, Ruanfan Kai, and Pijiu Hua—three confidantes—to pursue, while the remaining four stayed below to guard the exits. Those left behind were all loyalists to the deceased Brother Hu, filled with unspoken grievances, so they could only exchange sullen glances, rolling their eyes and silently cursing Sha Biao’s parentage.

Sha Biao and his three confidantes exchanged knowing glances upon reaching the second floor, instantly elated. The shared fifty-thousand bounty, of course, was only a paltry few hundred dollars to throw to the men downstairs as a token. Once on the second floor, Sha Biao hastily lowered his voice:

“Kai and I will take this side, Pijiu Hua and Xiao Ning take the other. You take the left, we take the right. Shout if you spot him. Those jerks downstairs look like they’re about to riot; I don’t know how long I can keep them in check. If we drag this out, they might come up to help. So, speed up and finish off that bastard dog is the priority!”

Unlike the office building Fang Senyan had initially ascended, this structure was designed as a factory workshop. Each floor was segmented into roughly four large production areas, each spanning thousands of square meters. At the moment, extra renovation and maintenance work was underway according to factory specifications, leaving steel pipes, tiles, cardboard boxes, and other debris stacked haphazardly, effectively fragmenting the view for anyone entering.

Pijiu Hua and Xiao Ning moved through this environment. They muttered curses the whole time, but their search was meticulous, leaving no corner unchecked, and they gripped their machetes tightly. Although several of their comrades had already fallen to Fang Senyan, they had crossed paths with him before. They had only ever considered him shrewd and capable, never sensing the true threat he posed.

This was the most fatal oversight they made.

It was the most fatal oversight for the entire group under Hua Shanfei!

When Pijiu Hua and Xiao Ning rounded a half-lowered rolling shutter door, they were extremely surprised to find the man they sought. Fang Senyan stood less than five meters away, arms crossed over his chest, his expression peculiar—a mix of mockery and disdain.

For Fang Senyan, who had weathered the bloody trials of the Space, these two thugs, who relied only on brute force for their status, were beneath his notice. He wasn't just stronger now; he had also mastered two passive melee abilities. He had sparred against virtual opponents over a hundred times in the Space's training grounds, and his digitized body allowed him to execute every move at peak efficiency. Faced with two men utterly spent from exertion, what suspense could there be?

Pijiu Hua didn't earn his nickname from a fondness for beer, but because he enjoyed using beer bottles to "crack skulls." Thus, his temperament was fierce and impatient. Upon seeing Fang Senyan, he immediately charged, swinging his machete in a vertical chop aimed at the head. Fang Senyan, however, showed a cruel grin, neither dodging nor parrying, but instead grabbing an iron pipe nearby and smashing it back up!

With a sharp clang, a few sparks flew into the air. Pijiu Hua’s right hand, gripping the knife, vibrated until it went numb. The machete snapped in the middle from the impact, breaking into two pieces. He stumbled back two meters, feeling as if he had struck a brick wall, and looked up in terror. Fang Senyan, utterly unaffected by the recoil, surged forward with the momentum of the pipe swing, driving a heavy stomp directly into Pijiu Hua’s stomach.

The force of that kick was so immense that even Fang Senyan was knocked back a few steps by the rebound. Pijiu Hua was sent flying two or three meters into the air, skidding another five or six meters on the ground upon landing with a zzzzzt. His head slammed into a nearby wall with a thud, his eyes bulging out. Soon, blood streamed from his mouth, nostrils, and ear canals, coating half his face before pooling on the ground. He remained utterly motionless, clearly hanging on by a thread.

Xiao Ning hadn't reacted until Pijiu Hua was airborne. He immediately cursed loudly and rushed forward. This guy had an exceptionally foul mouth; San Zai had suffered greatly at his hands. Fang Senyan had long intended to settle accounts with him. Facing the downward slash, Fang Senyan lightly blocked the incoming blade by horizontally bracing the steel pipe in his right hand. His left elbow swung out sharply, not only knocking Xiao Ning’s reaching left hand away with a snap but also driving forward with explosive force, slamming directly into Xiao Ning’s mouth. Several white fragments flew out mixed with a spurt of blood, and Xiao Ning’s torrent of obscenities instantly ceased, replaced by agonizing groans!

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