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In the darkness, the newcomer was like a demon god emerging from hell.

He wore a crimson demon mask on his face.

Its fangs were fully exposed, its face was ferocious, and curved horns extended outward from both sides of its forehead.

A pair of scarlet eyes exuded a suffocating sense of oppression in the darkness.

Without pausing, the man's massive body, like a human steamroller, charged in.

The wall was broken in an unusually precise location, wedged precisely between the load-bearing column on the west side of the living room and the main door.

The rubble, cement blocks, and dust from the explosion were all carried by the howling wind towards Ghost Fox and Blood Jackal.

The man ignored them completely, his gaze fixed on Li Jie, who was tied to the support pillar.

His hands shot out instantly, his ten fingers gripping the steel chains wrapped around Li Jie like iron clamps.

He suddenly pulled with all his might.

"Clang—"

A piercing metallic snapping sound rang out as a thumb-thick iron chain broke and crashed to the ground.

Upon seeing this, the fox spirit was startled.

He also quickly pushed his hands forward, and a powerful surge of mental energy burst forth from his body.

Dozens of sharp cement fragments and twisted steel bars instantly changed direction.

Like a cannonball, it tore through the air and headed straight for the back of the demon mask's head.

The person didn't even turn his head; his broad back was like an unbreakable barrier.

A dazzling golden flame erupted from his body.

The cement block struck the surface of the flame and was instantly crushed into dust by the terrifying recoil, falling down in a flurry.

The newcomer grabbed Li Jie by the back of his collar, bent his legs slightly, and stomped down hard.

The blue brick ground beneath their feet suddenly collapsed with a roar.

"boom!"

A deafening sonic boom echoed through the living room.

The air was forcibly torn apart by extreme speed, forming a white air wave that could be seen with the naked eye.

A violent hurricane swept through the entire area in an instant, blowing away all the broken sofas and coffee tables.

Li Jie's mind was still foggy, and he hadn't quite processed what was happening.

Suddenly, everything blurred before my eyes, and the surrounding scenery became indistinct lines. The sound of the wind in my ears turned into a sharp whistling.

He gaped in astonishment, unable to take a breath, as his body was propelled out of the gap in the wall by a terrifying force.

The air currents rolled and the smoke and dust surged.

Bloodjackal was thrown back three steps, his back slamming heavily against the wall.

He steadied himself, stared wide-eyed at the empty hole, and roared:
"Boss, who is that?! They've kidnapped him, what do we do now?"

Outside the window, a burst of gunfire suddenly rang out, shattering the quiet night of Peace Farm.

Ghost Fox stood there, his face ashen, his eyes burning with fury.

The fact that his prey was forcibly taken away right under his nose was a blatant display of force that made him lose face.

He gritted his teeth and gave a stern order:

"Go and arrest those two in the yard. Detain Li Fei and that fake chairman first!"

Inside the farmyard, smoke filled the air and bullets flew everywhere.

Da da da da—

Assault rifles spewed fire from the surrounding bungalows and bunkers.

"Don't shoot! You're all blind! I'm still here!"

The old badger lay face down in the mud, covering its head with its hands, and scrambled to hide in the ditch beside it.

The moment the gunshot rang out, Fatty Tiger scooped up Li Fei, tucked him under his arm, and sprinted away.

The bullet whizzed past my ear, hitting the ground and scattering clusters of pebbles and clods of dirt.

Fat Tiger let out a low growl.

His burly body swelled in the wind, his already strong muscles expanding and hardening, completely tearing his black vest.

On the surface of his bronze skin, a layer of hard, coarse black bristles even grew rapidly.

"puff!"

A stray bullet struck his back, making a dull thud like hitting tire rubber.

Fat Tiger staggered, then yelled at the top of his lungs:

"Damn! These bastards used armor-piercing rounds, the shockwave is making my insides hurt!"

Li Fei, who was being jostled around under his arm, was completely disoriented and coughed up a mouthful of blood.
"Why the hell are you running in an S-shape?! You're such a big target, do you want to be a sitting duck?!"

Upon hearing this, Fat Tiger slapped his head hard with his large hand:
"Yeah, how come I didn't think of that? You're pretty smart!"

As he spoke, he suddenly exerted force with both legs, like a maddened black bear, swaying Li Fei left and right in the mud.

He actually managed to forcefully create a crooked, zigzag line, avoiding the intertwined barrage of fire.

However, the two hadn't run far when the beam of a flashlight swept erratically in all directions.

A dozen or so assassins wearing tactical vests emerged from the three bungalows.

They raised their rifles and aimed them at the two men, completely cutting off their path.

Although Gian has completed his beast transformation, his physical defense and strength have been greatly enhanced.

However, with one person in tow, their speed was greatly reduced, making it impossible to break through the encirclement.

Li Fei patted Fatty Tiger's thick arm and advised him:

"Put me down. If you take me with you, no one can escape."

Fat Tiger didn't hesitate and immediately let go.

Li Fei steadied himself and took a breath.

The two stood back to back, staring at the increasingly tight encirclement around them.

"Are your legs shaking?"

Fat Tiger spat out a mouthful of saliva that tasted like mud.

"I've already died once, what's there to be afraid of?"

Li Fei drew the dagger from his waist, gripped it in the back of his hand, and answered without fear.

"Ah Fei, you've got guts!"

Fat Tiger grinned widely.

Then he clasped his hands together, cracking his knuckles, and roared at the assassin opposite him:
"Come on! Grandpa Tiger will teach you how to be human today!"

"Swish—"

A series of unsettling, rapid crawling sounds faintly came from behind.

The assassins surrounding the two immediately stepped aside, making way for them.

Ghost Fox walked ahead with a gloomy face, followed closely by Blood Jackal carrying a military knife.

Beneath their feet, countless centipedes, poisonous spiders, and scorpions surged rapidly along the muddy ground like a black carpet.

"Running? Why did you stop running?"

Blood Jackal raised his military knife, pointing it at Fat Tiger, his face full of arrogance:

"A meat shield and a half-crippled guy, do you really think you can get out of our clutches alive? What kind of saints do you take the Black Shark organization for?"

Ghost Fox stopped ten paces away, his gaze fixed on Li Fei like a venomous snake:
"The one who was wearing a mask and saving people just now, isn't that the real president of your Illuminati?"

Without waiting for a reply, he let out a cold laugh, his voice carrying an icy chill:
"He's fast. But it's alright. I'll use my telekinesis to crush your bones inch by inch and see if he comes back to save you."

Li Fei spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, gripped the dagger tightly in front of his chest, and cursed through gritted teeth:
"Come on if you dare! Even if my senior brother and I die, we'll take you bunch of heartless scum with us!"

Fat Tiger twisted his thick neck, then said with a disdainful look:
"Stop bragging. I've never experienced having my bones crushed before. If you're going to do it, then do it already. Stop dawdling like a woman!"

The fleshy muscles on the Blood Jackal's face twitched, and a fierce glint appeared in his eyes.

He took a heavy step forward, sword in hand, blade pointed directly at Fat Tiger:
"You fool, I'll break off your arm, roast it, and eat it to see just how thick your skin is and how tough your flesh is!"

The fox spirit's face was grim, and his gaze grew increasingly sharp.
"You're still putting on an act even when you're about to die. Tonight, I'll let you experience the most brutal torture in the Black Shark organization. I hope you can keep up this stubbornness."

He then decisively raised his hand and gave the order:

"Move on, take them down first, then catch the two who escaped later."

At a command, the swarm of insects on the ground surged towards the two men's feet like a black tide receiving a signal. The assassins with guns around them immediately tightened their encirclement, their index fingers lightly pressing the triggers.

The gun barrels moved slowly with the two men's movements, ready to unleash a barrage of fire at any moment.

Fat Tiger's eye twitched violently.

He wouldn't even flinch if asked to engage in hand-to-hand combat with an armed assassin.

But if he were to play with those disgusting creatures that are densely packed with compound eyes and poisonous hooks, it would be the death of him.

Fat Tiger's hair stood on end, and he felt a chill run down his spine.

"No need to wait, I'm already here."

A calm, clear voice suddenly drifted down from the night sky above.

The fox spirit was startled and looked up abruptly.

In mid-air, the figure wearing a crimson demon mask was hovering.

The strong wind whipped the oversized black hoodie, making it flutter loudly.

The hood had long been blown off by the wind, and a few slightly messy strands of black hair danced wildly in front of his forehead, further highlighting the mystery and arrogance of the mask.

All the assassins present were shocked and immediately turned their guns towards the night sky.

The newcomer crossed his arms and looked down at the crowd below like a god.

An extremely terrifying pressure descended from the sky and crashed down.

The once-boiling swarm of insects froze instantly, as if they had encountered the most terrifying natural enemy in the world, cowering in the mud, not daring to move an inch.

Fang Cheng looked down from his high vantage point, his clothes fluttering in the wind.

Beneath the mask, his gaze calmly swept across the entire room.

All the previous rescue plans were executed perfectly.

The rat swarm controlled by Douzi not only discovered the details of the farm and the location of Guihu and others, but also precisely located Li Jie's coordinates.

Fang Cheng, who was lurking in the shadows, obtained accurate information and calculated the route.

Waiting for the bean to give the instruction that the rats would bite through the main cable, push your physical strength to the limit.

He deliberately chose to smash through the side wall behind Li Jie, which would both distract Ghost Fox and the others immediately and prevent the wall from collapsing and injuring the hostages.

After succeeding, using the explosive power of breaking the sound barrier, he delivered Li Jie to the beans on the outskirts of the farm in one go.

Then, they returned to the battlefield.

Now that the hostages are safe, there are no more worries.

He can finally let go and do whatever he wants!
Fat Tiger tilted his head back, his big, round eyes wide open.

Seeing the familiar figure in mid-air, the fat on his face instantly relaxed, and he shouted excitedly:

"President!"

Li Fei, standing to the side, froze in place, staring blankly at the figure hovering in mid-air.

The fox spirit narrowed its long, narrow eyes and stared at the suddenly appearing enemy.

Despite the overwhelming pressure pouring down from above, he took half a step forward and tentatively raised his voice:

"So, you are the true president of the Illuminati."

Fang Cheng looked down at him, his tone flat and devoid of any inflection:
"Your Black Shark organization brought so many people to Dongdu just to capture defectors? Where is your leader? Why hasn't he shown up?"

"Hehe, you don't need to worry about these things."

Ghost Fox answered calmly, but a strong sense of dread rose in his heart.

The image of the load-bearing walls inside the house crumbling like paper kept replaying in his mind.

That terrifying physical strength, comparable to a human bulldozer, combined with the ability to stay airborne at this moment.

The masked man in front of me is definitely an extremely dangerous variable.

"Playing tricks!"

Blood Jackal spat and strode forward, carrying the serrated military knife.

Veins bulged on his tattooed head, completely oblivious to his boss's tense expression, and he continued shouting at the top of his lungs:

"You're an S-rank, and so is the boss! What are you afraid of? Get down here and talk, or I'll bring my brothers and drag you down and bleed you dry!"

The Blood Jackals believed they had the advantage in numbers and the presence of their leader, so they acted without any scruples.

Ghost Fox's eyes twitched violently, and he couldn't help but curse under his breath as an idiot.

He opened his mouth, about to speak and stop him.

In mid-air, Fang Cheng's cold gaze swept over the Blood Jackal.

Then he suddenly raised his right hand, palm like a knife, and swung it down from mid-air.

The internal energy is compressed to a high density in an instant, condensing into a powerful aura at the fingertips.

With a sonic boom and a sharp whistle, a dazzling golden crescent-shaped blade of energy flew out of his hand, cutting through the air and spinning as it approached.

"Get out of the way!"

Ghost Fox's expression changed drastically, and he shouted sharply.

But it was too late.

A flash of golden light appeared.

The blood jackal's forward stride suddenly froze.

His military knife froze in mid-air, his mouth still agape, still in the shape of a shout.

A thin line of blood suddenly appeared on his thick neck.

"Gurgle...gurgle...crack..."

He forced out a series of bursting bubbles from his throat, as if he wanted to spit out the swear words he hadn't finished saying.

Immediately afterwards, the bald head fell to the ground with a thud along the smooth cut.

The headless cavity acted like a high-pressure water pump, spraying crimson blood more than two meters high, splattering the heads and faces of the surrounding assassins.

The intense stench of blood exploded instantly.

Seeing his trusted subordinate killed so easily, Ghost Fox was furious, and the last trace of fear in his heart vanished instantly.

He immediately roared:

"Fire! Concentrate your firepower and kill him!"

The assassins around them snapped out of their daze and immediately pulled the trigger.

More than a dozen tongues of fire intertwined to form a dense net of fire, pouring down on the figure in mid-air.

Fang Cheng neither dodged nor avoided, remaining suspended and still.

A layer of golden flame, visible to the naked eye, faintly appeared on his body.

The alloy bullet struck the golden light as if hitting a thick armor plate, only producing tiny sparks.

The deformed bullets, deflected and scattered across the ground, clanged and clattered.

Fang Cheng's eyes sharpened, and then his body sank, crashing to the ground like a meteorite.

boom!
The moment it landed, a shockwave rippled outwards, sending dirt and gravel flying in all directions.

He stomped his right foot hard, and the ground exploded into another deep crater.

He transformed into a blur, crashing directly into the formation of the four Black Shark assassins on the left.

The opening moves are devoid of any fancy techniques, consisting only of the purest expression of violence.

Fang Cheng raised his left arm and delivered a powerful jab to the chest of the person in front.

"boom!"

There was a heartbreaking sound of bone cracking.

Before the man could react, his sternum collapsed instantly.

The powerful punch pierced through his back, directly blasting his spine and fragments of internal organs out of his body, causing a large cloud of blood mist to erupt.

The two men next to him had just turned their guns around, ready to fire.

Fang Cheng twisted his waist and swept his right leg out like a steel whip.

The overwhelming force instantly flattened the hard gun barrel, and the rifle slammed into the heads of the two men.

The metal twisted and broke, and the cervical vertebrae also snapped, the crisp sounds echoing in one line.

The two heads were like watermelons hit by a baseball bat; their facial features were instantly crushed and deformed, twisted 180 degrees at the neck.

It then exploded completely, splattering thick blood, bone fragments, and grayish-white brain matter in a fan shape onto the courtyard wall behind it. (End of Chapter)