Though the door was solid, how could it withstand Fang Senyan’s full-force kick? Immediately, the entire slab, tearing plaster and concrete nails from the wall, flew backward with a deafening crash. The wooden door itself clearly showed a deep, fractured indentation in its center. With a loud thud, it struck the opposite wall and collapsed. Fang Senyan slid through the opening, dragging Li Xianhai with him into the room, then veering into the inner bedroom. Behind them, a stream of intensely hot bullets arrived belatedly, managing only to scorch a few bullet holes into the carpet and the wall. [Bookmark:]

The room they had fled into possessed no balcony, only a large bed and some furniture. Fang Senyan had sustained several minor injuries across his body, losing close to thirty points of vitality. Yet, he paid it no mind. He pulled out the metal flask of "Endless Vodka," tilted his head back, and gulped down a large swig. He let out a satisfied, alcoholic sigh; the action replenished his depleted health and simultaneously activated his title, "The Drunkard," causing his critical hit rate to spike suddenly. At this moment, Li Xianhai realized he had been brought into a death trap, and his expression naturally turned grim. Fang Senyan offered him a slight smile. "Mr. Li?" Li Xianhai, however, retained his composure. Though despair gripped his heart, he managed to force a thin smile. The assailants had reached the doorway by now. Fearing an ambush, they advanced cautiously. Fang Senyan used this pause. "You must see now that I mean you no harm? Otherwise, you wouldn't have survived until this point even without my intervention." "Thank you." Even in his despair, Li Xianhai’s poise remained unshaken; he appeared thoroughly cultured. Fang Senyan, perceptive as always, understood the thoughts churning within him and shrugged easily. "I’m only 22 years old. Do I look like someone intent on courting death?" While Li Xianhai was stunned, an object emitting smoke sailed through the air—another grenade. Having witnessed Fang Senyan’s ability to kick grenades away, the assailants had deliberately held this one for an extra three seconds before throwing it, aiming for it to detonate at a person’s standing height, ensuring certain death whether the occupants were prone, crouching, or standing.

These robbers were unaware that Fang Senyan’s perception was several times that of an ordinary man, and thus the grenade posed a threat to him as well. He sensed it long before it landed and sprang up, executing a volleyball-style block. The grenade seemed to fly directly into the path of his hands; he punched it back before it could descend even slightly. Before Fang Senyan landed, a massive explosion thundered from the outer room, followed by an unending chorus of piercing screams. Fang Senyan smiled at Li Xianhai, revealing perfectly white teeth. "Stay put here, Mr. Li." For some inexplicable reason, Li Xianhai, a great man who could face life and death with equanimity, felt an indescribable chill rise within him after seeing Fang Senyan’s smile. Then, Fang Senyan pushed off with his legs and shot outward. As he moved, the screams outside began to die down, extinguished into silence within mere tens of seconds, juxtaposed with the distant sounds of gunfire and angry shouts, creating a bizarre and profound stillness. Not long after, the blood-splattered Fang Senyan returned, leading in a blonde, blue-eyed foreign bodyguard. The bodyguard’s left arm was severely wounded, crudely bandaged with a torn piece of clothing tied around his body. The moment he saw Li Xianhai, relief flooded his face. "Boss, you’re alive!" Seeing a familiar face, Li Xianhai’s heart finally settled, and he smiled. "Well done, Dick. Where are the others?" Li Xianhai was usually a man who valued grace and composure; casual praise was something few ever received from him. Dick was naturally pleased by the commendation but grew somber upon hearing the last question. "They're all dead. If it hadn't been for…" He looked up at the composed Fang Senyan. Unsure how to address him, he assumed this must be a hidden trump card Li Xianhai kept reserved, his final ace in the hole! He bowed respectfully. "For this gentleman to suddenly charge in and help, then I too would surely have faced death." Fang Senyan smiled and tossed over two bottles of purified water. "The bandits have gone after the other two fleeing groups now. Mr. Li, you can rest for a moment and have a drink. Dick, re-bandage that wound. We must wait; I suspect another fierce battle awaits."

Fang Senyan suddenly asked, "Then it seems Mr. Li is their primary target?" Dick nodded. "The new Prime Minister, He Jiren, is Boss's cousin. If Boss were to be killed here without leaving any last words, the family would inevitably descend into internal chaos. Prime Minister He, having lost the family's financial backing, wouldn't last a full term before being forced into ignominious retirement."

Just then, the door burst open, and a Malaysian soldier who had been searching the rooms rushed in. He raised his weapon to fire, but Fang Senyan shifted his feet in a blurring slide, closing the distance instantly. The man was a well-trained soldier; knowing that an enemy reaching for his barrel meant extreme danger, he immediately abandoned his rifle and drew his military dagger, lunging forward with ferocious intensity. Fang Senyan’s agility was not his highest attribute, making dodging and maneuvering difficult in such close quarters. However, his grappling techniques had reached LV2. With a flick of his wrist, he caught the incoming dagger. The blade bit into his palm, yet it refused to budge against the resistance of bone! The Malaysian soldier was horrified. Suddenly, he felt an immense force radiating from the hand gripping the dagger; he couldn't hold it, and it was forcibly wrenched away. Simultaneously, Fang Senyan drove a knee upward, literally launching the soldier half a meter into the air. His left hand, now holding the captured military dagger, slashed sideways like lightning. The Malaysian soldier flew backward without making a sound, his neck bearing a smooth wound. The warm, bright crimson blood sprayed across the wall in a ghastly, sweeping arc!

Another soldier charged in, gun raised, aiming! Fang Senyan casually grabbed the barrel and wrenched it, causing the man to stumble forward as the muzzle spat random fire, making the carpet hiss and sending scraps of fiber flying. Fang Senyan pressed lightly against the man’s back, and the soldier immediately pitched forward, lying still with his eyes wide open in unconcealed resentment. Dick rushed over, quickly checked the body, then turned back to Li Xianhai, stating in a low voice, "He was stabbed through the heart from behind and died instantly." Li Xianhai calmly asked, "What do you think of his combat skills?" Dick's eyes showed awe. "Extremely formidable. Among everyone I’ve ever seen, only my former special training instructor in the Delta Force could compare." Fang Senyan turned back and beckoned them to follow. Despite his lost arm, Dick displayed high military discipline, swiftly gathering the rifle and ammunition from the dead man, then tossing a rifle to Fang Senyan. Fang Senyan caught it one-handed and immediately threw it back. Dick was bewildered but heard Fang Senyan say calmly, "This thing is useless to me. You take Mr. Li and follow!" With that, he sank his weight and charged out, heading directly toward the auction hall from which they had just fought their way! Dick followed in confusion, but in the auction hall, only a few gunmen remained, greedily looting the corpses. Fang Senyan charged straight through, trampling them like a maddened bull. Enemies struck head-on were flung one to two meters high, tumbled, and crashed to the ground groaning loudly—they were likely maimed for life, if not dead.

Taking advantage of the chaos in the hall, Dick used his remaining hand to fire short bursts, methodically eliminating the panicked, wounded assailants, making it feel as easy and enjoyable as shooting stationary targets in training. Fang Senyan smashed open a door and used it as a shield to clear a path, truly feeling invincible. He did not charge toward the elevators but bolted directly down the fire escape toward the stairs. Dick silently praised this move and helped Mr. Li flee downward, but Fang Senyan stopped them with a raised hand, calmly stating, "We're going up." Dick was stunned, but Li Xianhai's eyes showed approval. He made the final call: "Good, we go up!" Since there are matters tonight, I've updated early. While you enjoy the read, please don't forget to cast your monthly and recommendation votes. Thank you!