You've become the warden, and you're telling me I'm an undercover agent?

Chapter 200: Flesh and Blood Are Weak, Spirit Is Eternal
"Executioner!"

After these words were spoken, everyone became visibly nervous.

The two people closest to Hoba couldn't help but take a few steps back and bumped into the people behind them.

But no one laughs at those who retreat.

Executioners are in their heyday, and who hasn’t fantasized about becoming an executioner?

Now, facing the aggressive executioner, who in the entire Star City can remain calm?
The people surrounding Hoba exchanged glances with each other. Soon, a leader emerged from the crowd.

This guy's appearance is a bit hard to describe.

He was about the same height as Hoba, looking close to two meters, but he was much thicker than Hoba.

He was shirtless, wearing only boxer shorts. The most eye-catching thing about him was his tattoo.

The green dragon on his back, with its fangs bared and claws bared, looks quite majestic. On his left pectoral muscle is a tattoo of a Buddha head with closed eyes, which has a philosophical flavor.

But the most puzzling thing is that on the front of this guy, in a large area below the brow and above the navel, there is a tattoo of a not-very-powerful animal - a husky.

It's not his fault. When he got the wolf head tattoo, he didn't think he would gain weight.

Both of his arms have been transformed into Type II robotic arms, so he has no problem dealing with regular B-level ability users.

To the executioner—

No one with any sense would want to deal with the executioner.

"Sir," Husky said, "I wonder what you want—"

Huoba was silent. He was different from Wei San.

He is a reasonable man, and it is a good thing for him if others start to attack him.

But the other party was very polite from the beginning, and he didn't know how to get angry.

After all, Hoba has his own simple values and he is a reasonable and polite person.

Just when Hoba was in trouble, a loud noise came from the opposite side of the floor. Several people with mechanical arms flew out, hit the wall hard, and then slowly slid to the ground.

His body twitched, but he was still able to move slightly, but his mouth was already full of wails.

Then, I saw Wei San coming up from the corridor, cursing as he walked:

"I hate people with more tattoos than me. They're so flashy and annoying!"

When these words were spoken, everyone with tattoos in the club trembled in fear.

But there were even more fearless ones who fired all the bullets in their mechanical arms at Wei San. Wei San's skeleton armor was very strong, and after a barrage of bullets, Wei San did not move at all.

As he walked along, he beat half to death anyone with many tattoos; the rest were also beaten up as well.

Huoba was stunned. Could this be used as a reason to beat someone up?

He thought for a while, then kicked a young Iron Fist member next to him away.

While kicking, he imitated Wei San's curse:

"I hate people with clean skin the most. If you come out here and don't even have a tattoo, what's the point? You should just go home and raise pigs!"

This time, the "Husky" was stunned.

No, these two people have discussed this, right?
One specializes in hitting those with many tattoos, and the other only hits those with few tattoos.

Even if you want to find fault, what kind of excuse is this?

The Husky quickly thought of a solution.

He had thought the executioner was invincible, but he soon realized he was wrong.

Not only is the executioner unbeatable, but so is another invader.

They seemed unable to defeat him either.

The creature was like a demon, its body covered in white bones, with only a gap left where its right eye was, through which a single scarlet eye could be seen.

His skeleton armor was seamless, with no flaws to be found from the inside out.

The straight lines, simple appearance, and rough and bold style give people a great visual shock.

But what is more terrifying than the skeleton armor is Wei San's fighting style.

This guy completely gave up on defense.

Because he had the skeleton armor, he rushed into the crowd like a tank, rushing around and crushing them at will.

Whether it was a Type 1 or Type 2 cyborg, there was almost no difference in his hands; no one could defeat them in a single blow. At first, some people took up the challenge, as the people in the boxing club all had a certain level of bravery.

In addition, most of them are gangsters and come from underworld backgrounds, so there is no reason for them to back down at the first moment.

This bony fellow couldn't possibly be scarier than the executioner, right?

Then they discovered that Wei San was, to some extent, even more terrifying than Huoba!
Because Hoba is reasonable, as long as the crime is not extremely serious, he will usually leave a way out.

As for Wei San, he was born in the underworld and knew what the underworld was like. He was also well aware of the principle that "if you are not ruthless, you cannot stand firm."

He either doesn't do it, or he kills.

Ten minutes later, the only ones still standing on this floor were Hoba, Wei San, and the "Husky".

Huoba and Wei San looked at each other early on.

As for Huoba, he had met Wei San in the Silver Society's village. Wei San also vaguely guessed that although this "executioner" was not the warden, he might still have some connection with him.

"Everyone, is there anything that cannot be discussed?"

The "Husky" had a smile on his face that was uglier than crying.

Before Huoba could speak, Wei San spoke.

"Talk, sure." His skeleton armor was stained with blood and flesh, and he was slowly wiping it with the clothes of the dead and wounded. "Let those who can talk come and talk."

"I, I'm going to find our manager and boss." Husky pointed upstairs.

Wei San didn't comment, and at this time, two people finally came down from the stairs.

One of them made Wei San and Huoba's eyes freeze, not because they realized the other's strength, but because they "saw" the other's determination.

He has no flesh and blood, and all parts of his body except his face and brain have been replaced with machines.

Transforming people in a real way.

His entire body was pitch black. Compared to Wei San's skeleton armor, the cyborg's frame lines were smoother and the appearance was more beautiful.

More importantly, his face, about forty years old, has been weathered by time, but he always maintains a faint smile.

He is the owner of the club, named Tan Zhikui, and the club's first Type III cyborg.

Wei San was stunned when he learned his identity. He was not optimistic about the cyborgs. The cyborgs that cost a lot of money to build might not be worth as much as a rocket of the same price.

To put it bluntly, when it comes to combat, the cost-effectiveness of cyborgs is not high.

Therefore, a real big boss is unlikely to turn himself into a cyborg.

Tan Zhikui was accompanied by a female secretary, an ordinary person, but quite courageous. The sight of severed limbs at the scene did not deter her.

"Before you two kill me and destroy the Iron Fist, I think you could let me have a few words."

Even though Tan Zhikui had already smelled the blood on Wei San, he was still able to look at life and death calmly at this moment.

But who is Wei San?

He didn't want to give him a chance to show his strength, so he raised his sword and was about to kill Tan Zhikui. However, his bone blade was blocked by Huoba's hand.

"Let's listen to what he says first." said Huba.

Wei San glanced at Huoba and said, "For the sake of your mask."

After saying that, he found a place to sit down - the three corpses piled high just happened to become Wei San's real-life sofa.

"Please wait a moment, both of you." Tan Zhikui said, and then his "idea opened up".

It was a brain-opening experience in the physical sense. He pulled out a chip from the back of his head and handed it to the secretary behind him.

“If I die, I’ll hand over the technology to the Federation.

“Don’t be stupid and hold things in your hands, it’s dangerous.

"I think the executioner and another special hazard wouldn't attack an innocent woman."

As he was making arrangements for his funeral, he had a smile on his face, as if he was not preparing to die, but chatting with a stranger in a friendly manner.

"You two can tell from my reaction just now that my transformation is not focused on combat.

"With all due respect, applying cyborg technology to combat is the stupidest thing to do. Only those brainless people on Earth would think of resolving problems with violence.

“Most of human suffering comes from the body;
"Flesh and blood are weak, but the spirit is eternal!"

(End of this chapter)