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Chapter 474 Unlock
"What's going on? Where are we going?"

"Run this way! Follow me!"

Footsteps echoed hurriedly in the dimly lit brick corridor.

VIPs from all over the world, wearing masks, fled in panic, led by bodyguards and guards.

This group included hedge fund CEOs, hotel chain tycoons, Latin American billionaires, and Middle Eastern princes. Those with a net worth below the "hundred million dollar" mark weren't even eligible to participate in the slave auctions at underground wineries.

The lights went out, leaving only the flickering beams of flashlights. Gunshots rang out intermittently in the distance, each one sending a shiver down the spines of the VIPs.

Compared to those young people born with a silver spoon in their mouths, who naively believe that power and wealth come from bloodline inheritance and think they are the chosen ones,
Those older, more experienced business tycoons, however, had even greater fear in their eyes.

They are well aware that this is a dog-eat-dog world, that the essence of power is violence, and that bullets will not bounce off just because they are aimed at billionaires.

"arrive!"

The security personnel at the forefront braked abruptly to a stop in front of an alloy security door, took out an access card, swiped it forcefully into the card reader, and then entered the password.

No response.

The security personnel were taken aback for a moment, then quickly realized what was happening and raised their watches to check the time.

Influenced by the trend of so-called high-end and novel security systems, the underground winery recently replaced its security doors and reset the passwords daily.

Therefore, although the security door uses a built-in battery and is unaffected by power outages, it still cannot be opened without today's latest password.

"Fuck!"

The security guard slammed his fist into the brick wall, his heart pounding with adrenaline, his limbs going cold and numb. He turned to the VIPs and said in a low voice, "You wait here, I'll go back and get the password."

"Wait, don't—"

The VIPs reached out their hands but couldn't grab the guard. They could only watch as he disappeared around the dim corner with his gun and flashlight.

The atmosphere was incredibly tense. The remaining guards and bodyguards pointed their guns into the darkness and nervously swallowed hard.

The piercing screams echoing from afar seemed to materialize, cutting into the VIPs like blades.

Most of the doors on both sides of the corridor were open, with a row of luxury suites on the left. The beds, bathtubs, and wardrobes were all made of top-of-the-line furniture.

On the right is a row of circular rooms, each with a huge one-way floor-to-ceiling window embedded in the wall, allowing VIPs to see directly what the "auction items" look like in the central room.

The slave trade of the 16th century was not fundamentally different from the slave auctions of today.

The only difference was the variety of slaves: women lured from Eastern European countries like Romania, Ukraine, and Estonia, and illegal immigrants smuggled from Southeast Asian countries like Cambodia, Thailand, and Vietnam.

"and many more,"

A middle-aged woman with deep nasolabial folds and wearing expensive jewelry suddenly changed her expression and asked in a low voice, "Did you hear that? Someone is singing."

Ok?
Everyone strained their ears and, amidst the faint sound of the wind, they could indeed hear a faint singing voice.

"1, 2, Freddy's comin' for you"

The young girl's voice was innocent and pure, clear and melodious.

"3, 4, better lock your door"

Many VIPs' expressions changed drastically. This was no nursery rhyme at all; it was clearly the classic soundtrack from the 1984 horror film "A Nightmare on Elm Street."

As children's innocent songs echoed through the corridor, the sound of sharp tools scraping against bricks and stones followed.

It was as if Freddy the Ghost was truly there, cutting through the wall with his metal claws and slowly walking towards them.

"Harvey?"

The middle-aged noblewoman's voice trembled, and everyone turned to look at a bloated, middle-aged white man.

Harvey Weinstein, founder of Miramax Films, is a renowned Hollywood producer. Films he has produced and distributed have received over 300 Oscar nominations and won over 70, earning him the title of "King of Awards."

In the real world, this man was a sex addict. The Hollywood #MeToo movement, sparked by his victims in 2017, ruined his reputation and eventually affected Epstein.

"Don't look at me, I don't know!"

Weinstein growled in a low voice, "Miramax has produced horror films like 'The Haunted Cop Shop,' but 'A Nightmare on Elm Street' is from New Line Cinema."

"5, 6, grab your crucifix"

The innocent nursery rhyme drew closer, and just then, a series of rapid gunshots rang out, abruptly stopping the song.

Half a minute later, the security guard who had run to get the password appeared in sight, limping.

He was covered in blood, the gun was still smoking, three fingers on his left hand were broken, and the remaining two fingers were struggling to hold the access card.

"Solved, solved. Someone was carrying a stereo and acting like a ghost."

The security personnel approached with faltering steps, swiping their access cards heavily on the reader. While re-entering the password, they quickly said, "The attackers are armed; they're probably relatives of Eastern European slaves sold to the island, or Soviet veterans or something. We need to act fast and get out of here."

Click.

The pistol was pointed at the back of the security guard's head.

The man pointing the gun was a short, menacing-looking bodyguard of Southeast Asian descent, employed by the Sultan of Brunei, Bolkiah. Bang!
Without hesitation, the Sudanese bodyguard pulled the trigger, and the bullet spun out of the barrel, piercing the security guard's skull.

Before the VIPs could even scream in terror, the security guard whose skull had been flipped open slowly turned around, his lips twitching upwards, and said in a clear, childlike voice, "Oh dear, we've been discovered."

The next instant, Li Sheng broke free of the security guard's skin and forcefully swung his hand forward.

The [Mist Concealment Technique] has been reduced to the [Mist Humidification Technique], which creates a mist in front that will quickly dissipate. Although it cannot completely block the view, it can reflect the flashlight beam to the greatest extent, causing glare and interfering with the shooting of the bodyguards in the distance.

As for the nearby area, Li Sheng waved his hand again, flung out and grabbed the steel pipe hidden under his sleeve, and stabbed it at the Sudanese guard.

In the surprise attack, the Sudanese guard was unable to dodge in time, and his gun-wielding arm was pierced by a sharp steel pipe.

However, he was trained in Southeast Asian martial arts, having learned Khmer martial arts and Muay Thai from a young age. His ability to withstand blows and his pain tolerance far surpassed that of the pampered American soldiers who only bullied their fellow countrymen in the Middle East.

Without even blinking, he endured the excruciating pain in his hand, gripped the steel pipe with his left hand, and simultaneously delivered a whip kick that swept towards Li Sheng's head with a whooshing sound.

Children's physical attributes are ultimately weaker; Li Sheng leaned back, narrowly avoiding the whip kick.

The Sultan's guards moved with fluid grace, raising their thighs high and changing their whip kicks into downward strikes.

This move was powerful, fast, and swift, like a battle axe. Li Sheng crossed his arms to block in front of him, and at the moment of impact, his shoulder was dislocated.

Just then, a rustling sound rang out.
The Sultan's guard subconsciously glanced to the side and saw a ball of silver slime emerge from the guard's pouch, first compressing into a pancake on the ground, then bouncing high into the air and smashing Harvey Weinstein's skull with a single blow.

Using the recoil, the silver slime swung its hammer again, smashing the head of the Sultan of Brunei.

Do not!
The Sultan's guard glared angrily. He was not unaware that there were also child slaves from Southeast Asia on the island, but the money the Sultan had paid for his family's medical expenses was enough to buy his morality.

Without hesitation, he charged forward, shouting a warning to the guards behind him, "Fire!"

All of this happened in just a few seconds. The guards reacted quickly and pulled the triggers toward the thickest part of the fog.

The bullets struck the body of the Sudanese guard, and with continued force, they hit Li Sheng as well.

But he remained oblivious, still maintaining the posture of crossing his arms.

System notifications rang in my ears one after another.

[A VIP has died; the current player's ability unlock progress has increased by 2%]

[One VIP has died]

[One VIP has died]

[Current maximum Spirit Power: 76 points]

The long-lost extraordinary power regained a greater share, and the scaled-down version of the [Stubborn Rock Rooting Technique] was immediately released, turning the front of Li Sheng's body into marble, easily deflecting all bullets.

With the bodyguards' magazines empty, Li Sheng casually deactivated his petrified state while they reloaded, picked up the Sudanese guard's pistol that had fallen to the ground, and...
Bang bang bang!

After the gunfire, all the bodyguards at the scene were killed or wounded. The surviving VIPs also had their knees shattered by the dust rain and were laid on the ground like livestock waiting to die in a slaughterhouse.

squeak-

The sound of a wheelchair grew louder as the oracle pushed it closer. Behind her was a small stroller with a little boy lying face up on it, dressed in pink lace lingerie, looking like he was wrapping a Christmas present.

The latter's limbs were limp, but his eyes were rolling around, clearly indicating that he had been given some kind of strong anesthetic.

As for his identity
"Hey, isn't this the North Pole of the Central Sky?"

Li Sheng raised an eyebrow and recognized the handsome little boy as Gouchen's older brother, Tian Beiji, an old acquaintance.

"I found him in the VIP room." The Oracle glanced at the guests. "What should we do with these people?"

Li Sheng casually said, "Let's finish them off together and unlock more power."

Unlocking power also has a marginal effect; having an extra skill available to the entire player group is definitely more efficient than a 2% boost to a single player.

"Please, don't!"

A middle-aged man in a suit immediately knelt down and desperately pleaded with Li Sheng, "Please spare my wife and children! I brought them to the island; they are innocent. I'm willing to give 70% of my assets..."
No, all our wealth, in exchange for their lives!

The middle-aged man was a self-made bank speculator. He was crying his eyes out, while his wife was trembling and holding their eight- or nine-year-old son in her arms.

The family of three all wore lion masks.

"Among those who came to the island, some may have been coerced, but you all came to the underground slave auction house. Can you really say you are innocent? Perhaps you are looking for slaves for your children as gifts."

Li Sheng shook his head and waved his hand, saying, "Forget it, you can leave. I've always been a man of principle; I never kill women or children."

"Thank you, thank you!"

The middle-aged man nodded vigorously, frantically gesturing to his wife and son, urging them to use their only remaining good leg to help each other move laboriously towards the corner of the corridor.

Just a second before they disappeared around the corner,
boom!boom!
Two gunshots rang out, and two bodies fell to the ground.

Under the banker's dull, lifeless gaze, Li Sheng blew away the smoke from the gun and said casually, "I never kill women and children, but your wife is not a child, and your son is not a woman either."

(End of this chapter)