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The immense impact penetrated his defenses without any resistance and pierced his chest!

"(One) (0775 left group ah——!"

A mouthful of blood gushed uncontrollably from Reg's mouth, staining the polluted air in front of him red!

He was like a kite with a broken string, violently blasted away by that overwhelming force!

His body tumbled uncontrollably through the air several times, tracing a long parabola, before finally crashing heavily onto a pile of abandoned wooden crates and debris seven or eight meters away!

Crash-!

The wooden crate was smashed to pieces, and debris flew everywhere.

Reg's body convulsed painfully amidst the ruins, coughing up another mouthful of blood. His arms hung limply at his sides, his forearms twisted at a shocking angle, the white bone fragments even piercing through his flesh.

Intense pain surged through his nerves like a tidal wave, his vision blurred, and his chest felt as if a boulder was pressing down on it, each breath bringing excruciating agony.

He tried to struggle to his feet, but the shattered arms and the churning pain in his chest made it impossible for him to exert any strength. He could only fall helplessly into the ruins, staring intently at the approaching giant Charon with unyielding and angry eyes.

"Big brother—!!" Terry's cries were heart-wrenching.

The members of the boy band watched as their invincible leader was sent flying by a single punch, his arms broken and blood gushing from his mouth. It was as if their backbone had been ripped out, and they were plunged into immense panic and despair once again!

This scene made them realize how ridiculous and lucky their victory had been.

They are so weak in the face of true power!

Volume 2: Chapter 18: Do you crave power?

The giant Kalon's figure moved like a mountain, each step he took causing the dark corners of the slum to tremble slightly. He grinned as he approached Reg, who lay in the ruins, his arms twisted and blood flowing from his mouth and nose, and the boys surrounding Reg, who held crude weapons but trembled with fear.

"Look! This is the 'big brother' you're so proud of?" Caron's voice was like the grinding of gravel, filled with cruel pleasure. "Like a wild dog with its spine broken! And you? A bunch of little mice scurrying around scraps! Where did your arrogance go? Hmm?"

His massive feet stomped on the broken wooden crate, making a teeth-grinding creak. He was only a few steps away from Reg, and the shadow of death loomed over him completely.

"Terry...take everyone...away..." Reg gritted his teeth, forcing out a hoarse command through excruciating pain. Broken bone fragments rippled beneath his skin with each breath, each breath accompanied by a churning, dull ache in his chest and abdomen. Yet, his star-like eyes still burned with an indomitable flame, fixed on the approaching giant. "Don't worry about me...run!"

“No! Big brother! We want to stay with you!” Terry’s eyes were bloodshot, tears mixed with dust streaming down his face. He roared, raising the rusty iron bar once more, even though his arm trembled like a leaf in the wind. The other boys also whimpered, some angry, some fearful, gripping their “weapons” tightly, but not taking a single step back. This unwavering loyalty, clinging on even in despair, pierced Caron’s nerves, only fueling his rage.

"Swear to follow him to the death? Ha! Touching! So touching!" Caron laughed exaggeratedly, but his laughter was filled with only cold killing intent. "A bunch of maggots living in a stinking ditch, what right do you have to talk about loyalty? Since you're so eager to go to hell with him, I'm in a good mood today, so I'll take pity on you and send you on your way!"

Before he finished speaking, his massive fist, adorned with blood-stained knuckle dusters and resembling a clay pot, was already raised, his muscles bulging, and his extraordinary power was once again concentrated. He aimed it at Terry, who was blocking the way, and Reg, who was lying on the ground, and it looked like it was about to smash down like a heavy hammer!

At this critical moment——

A peculiar "aura" suddenly emanated from behind the boys' group!

This aura was so sudden and powerful that it instantly pierced through Caron's adrenaline, which was boiling with bloodlust, like a bucket of ice water being poured over his head!

It is not a physical temperature change, but a sense of "personhood" originating from a higher level of existence!

A chill ran through his very soul, even as a Sequence 10 "violent element"!

Caron's pupils contracted sharply, and his punching motion froze in mid-air!

The hairs on his body stood on end instantly, and a fear stemming from his biological instincts gripped him, a hundred times stronger than when he faced Reg!

He suddenly looked up, his fierce gaze sweeping like a searchlight towards the shadows behind Terry and the others!

In the shadowy corner filled with discarded wooden barrels and tattered canvas, two figures had silently appeared without anyone noticing!

On the left stands a tall, almost perfect woman, dressed in a form-fitting black combat suit that accentuates her lithe curves. She possesses a stunningly beautiful, classically oriental face, exquisite as porcelain, yet expressionless, radiating only cold indifference. Her long black hair is neatly tied back, and her eyes, like a deep, icy pool, remain calmly fixed on the giant Charon.

Caron's extraordinary spirituality is alarming—Sequence 9! This woman is definitely a Sequence 9 being!

On the right is a figure wearing a perfectly tailored, sharply defined black suit and a bowler hat pulled very low.

The shadow cast by the brim of his hat completely swallowed the upper half of his face, revealing only his taut jawline and a cold, lifeless corner of his mouth.

He casually put his hands in his trouser pockets, his posture relaxed and elegant, yet he exuded a chill that was more somber and profound than that of the woman in black.

Caron's spirituality almost screamed at this moment—not just Sequence 9! This man in the hat and suit... his aura was even more obscure and difficult to discern, his status was even higher!

The blurry black figure that caused chaos in the crowd and made his men fall down inexplicably was definitely one of them!

One against two? And two extraordinary individuals whose sequences are clearly higher than his own?

Ka (II) Yishan? Wuzaki Jiuchanlong's heart felt as if it were being gripped by an invisible hand, and his previous fierce and domineering demeanor was instantly replaced by immense fear! His forehead was instantly covered in cold sweat.

"Wait...wait!" Caron's voice was dry and hoarse, filled with unprecedented tension. He even subconsciously took a small step back, his massive body stiff with tension. "Two...friends! Which gang are you from? Bloodfinger is here on Caron's business! Is there some misunderstanding? These are just a bunch of worthless slum punks..."

He tried to negotiate, attempting to use the gang's name to make the other party think twice.

However, he didn't finish speaking—

hum!

A pressure that was far clearer and many times more terrifying than before suddenly descended!

This oppressive force was not a physical impact, but rather like an invisible mountain, carrying an immense will to crush everything, and slammed down on Kalon with perfect precision!

It acts directly on the core of his soul, on the very source upon which his extraordinary power rests!

"Ugh—!" Kalon let out a painful and horrified groan as his legs felt as if they had been slammed into his knees by an invisible giant hammer!

Pfft!

His massive, towering body was no match for the force of the impact; his knees slammed heavily onto the muddy, filthy ground, sinking deep into the soft soil.

At the same time, the blood and qi in his body, which had been temporarily strengthened by the sequence ability "violent element", dissipated instantly like a punctured balloon. His bulging muscles visibly relaxed, and the bulging veins on his skin also subsided—his extraordinary state was forcibly removed!

At this moment, he was just an ordinary strong man who was a little stronger than the average person!

Caron struggled to lift his head, overwhelmed by immense fear. He saw the mysterious man in the top hat and suit in the shadows tilt his head slightly.

Beneath the brim of the hat, a cold gaze seemed to be fixed on Yue Yi Er Yi SanV Qi Liu San E.

Then, he saw the other person's lips, hidden in the shadows, open and close silently.

There was no sound, but Caron clearly "read" the lips, the word that was branded into his soul like a law: "Get out."

The pronunciation is simple, yet it carries an undeniable sense of finality.

Caron instantly understood what the other person meant. He no longer harbored any hope, only boundless fear and the instinct to escape remained in his heart.

“I can leave, but my men are still unconscious. I can’t take them all by myself. At least give me some time to wake him up…” Caron’s voice trembled with fear. He didn’t even dare to look at the two figures in the shadows again, struggling to get up from the mud.

But just as he tried to get up—

boom!

That terrifying pressure descended once more! Even heavier than before! Like a massive boulder pressing down on us!

"puff--!"

Kalon felt as if his internal organs were being violently kneaded and squeezed by a giant hand. A sweet taste rose in his throat, and a mouthful of blood gushed out uncontrollably! His knees slammed uncontrollably into the mud again, sinking even deeper than before! His bones groaned under the unbearable pressure.

Now he understood completely—the other party wasn't discussing things with him! They were giving orders! Orders that brooked no argument or delay! Even taking his men with him was a pipe dream!

Overwhelmed by immense humiliation and the fear of death, Caron was filled with resentment, but ultimately, the will to survive overcame everything.

He dared not hesitate any longer. With the last bit of strength in his body, he pulled himself out of the mud. He didn't even bother to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth or glance at his unconscious subordinate on the ground. Like a stray dog, he staggered and ran wildly towards the alley entrance without looking back. His huge body stumbled and fell, looking disheveled, and disappeared into the intricate alleyways of the slum in the blink of an eye.

The battlefield fell into a deathly silence.

Reg, Terry, and all the teenagers stared in disbelief at this incredible scene.

One second the giant Charon was as invincible as the Grim Reaper, the next second he suddenly knelt down and vomited blood, then fled in panic as if he had seen a ghost.

What did he say behind us? What else did he see?

The boys turned their heads blankly and in unison to look in the direction that Caron had been staring intently at—that corner piled with junk.

There was nothing there.

Only a few flies buzzed around the abandoned wooden barrel, a scene of constant desolation, as if the fear they had just experienced and Caron's strange behavior were all an illusion.

"What...what's going on?" Terry muttered to himself, the rusty iron rod in his hand falling to the ground with a clatter.

Just then, a calm and gentle voice came from behind them:

"Don't worry, it's okay."

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw Zhang Su calmly walk out from the shadows behind a pile of broken wooden boxes, with a faint smile on his face, as if he had everything under control.

He dusted off his hands, glanced at the unconscious Bloodfinger gang members on the ground, and said in a relaxed tone:

"I just used a little trick to scare that big guy a bit, and it seems to have worked. He's too scared to come back."

Zhang Su walked to Reg's side, ignoring the confused yet awe-inspiring gazes of the boys, squatted down and looked at Reg's mangled arms and pale face. A hint of appreciation flashed in his eyes, but then his expression returned to calm:

“As for the rest of these scum…” He casually kicked a Bloodfinger gang member lying unconscious at his feet with his toe, “They’re too much of an eyesore lying here, they need to be cleared out. Terry, you all throw them out of the alley, and then the Bloodfinger gang will come and take them away.”

Upon hearing this, the boys' tense nerves finally relaxed, like a snapped bowstring. Many of them collapsed to the ground, panting heavily, their faces a mixture of triumphant elation and lingering fear.

The air was thick with the smells of blood, sweat, and the gasps of survivors.

However, this brief moment of relaxation was shattered by a heart-wrenching cry.

"Big brother, are you alright? Hang in there, we'll take you to see a doctor right away!"

Terry scrambled toward the pile of abandoned wooden crates that Reg had smashed.

Reg lay amidst broken pieces of wood and debris, his arms twisted at an extremely bizarre angle, the white bone fragments piercing through his flesh and exposed to the air, blood soaking through his tattered sleeves.

His face was as pale as paper, and each difficult breath was accompanied by a painful thud in his chest. The blood he coughed up stained his mouth and chin. Although his eyes were still sharp, they were somewhat unfocused due to the intense pain.

"Big brother! How are you? Don't scare me!" Terry knelt beside Reg, his hands hanging in mid-air, wanting to touch him but not daring to, his voice trembling with tears welling up in his eyes.

The other teenagers also gathered around, their faces filled with panic. The joy of defeating the Blood Finger Gang had been completely shattered by the reality of their leader's serious injury.

Just then, Zhang Su walked towards them again.

His approach aroused the boys' vigilance again.

Several quick-thinking teenagers immediately grabbed the sticks they had on hand, placed them in front of Reg, and stared fiercely at this "outsider."

"Stop! Who are you?!" a tall boy with abrasions on his face shouted sharply. "What are you doing here? What do you want?"

Although Zhang Su had just announced the end of the battle, they did not trust this stranger and remained vigilant.

Zhang Su stopped in his tracks, his gaze passing over the tense teenagers and landing on Reg, who was panting in pain amidst the ruins but still trying to stay conscious.

Reg also struggled to raise his head, his deep, star-like eyes now filled with sharp scrutiny and immense doubt, fixed intently on Zhang Su.

He endured the excruciating pain and asked in a hoarse voice, "Who...cough...are you? Why...are you here?" He keenly sensed that this unique "rare person" was definitely not simple.

Zhang Su did not answer Reg's question immediately. Instead, he walked slowly to Reg's side, easily passing the few teenagers blocking his way. He squatted down and carefully examined Reg's twisted arms and bloodstained chest, his brows furrowing slightly.

“Now is not the time for explanations,” Zhang Su’s voice was gentle yet carried an undeniable decisiveness. He looked into Reg’s eyes. “You are badly injured, with comminuted fractures in both arms and possible internal organ damage. You must receive immediate treatment, or your life will be in danger. Fortunately, I know some treatment methods and can help you with your injuries. However, it will be a little painful later, so please bear with it.”

The boys blocking Reg's path were stunned for a couple of seconds when they saw Zhang Su easily pass by them. They quickly turned around and shouted:

"What are you going to do?!"

"Don't touch the eldest brother!"

"Go away!"

When the boys saw that this unknown "rare person" was about to touch their seriously injured older brother, they immediately panicked and raised their weapons to stop him.

"Stop!" Terry quickly stood up, spread his arms, and stood in front of Zhang Su and Reg like a mother hen protecting her chicks, facing his emotionally charged companions.

He said solemnly, "It's alright! Everyone calm down! This is someone I know, Mr. Zhang Su! We can trust him!"

"Terry? You know him?" "What's going on?" "How could he know such a rare person?" The boys were even more confused and bombarded the questions with questions.

Reg also turned his head with difficulty to look at Terry, his eyes filled with even deeper questions.

How could Terry know such a "rare person" who could appear so easily in the depths of the slums? And trust him so much?

"I'll explain later! I swear!" Terry was sweating profusely, knowing that every second was crucial for his brother. "But the most important thing right now is his brother's injury! Mr. Zhang Su said he can heal him! Trust me this once! Now, get rid of these Blood Finger Gang scum on the ground! Throw them outside the alley! Don't let them wake up and cause trouble again!" He pointed to the Blood Finger Gang members lying unconscious on the ground.

The boys exchanged bewildered glances, looking at Terry's anxious yet determined eyes, then at their eldest brother lying on the ground, barely alive. Despite their doubts, their long-held trust in Terry ultimately led them to obey.

"Okay... alright, Terry, you'd better really explain yourself!"

"Let's go, let's throw this trash out first!"

Filled with doubt, the boys hurriedly dragged the unconscious gang members away, treating them like garbage, towards the alley entrance.

The scene quieted down considerably, leaving only Terry, Zhang Su, and the seriously injured Reg.

Reg's gaze remained fixed on Terry, as if trying to find the answer in his face.

Terry took a deep breath, turned to Zhang Su, and pleaded, "Sir, do you need my help?"