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Li Haotian walked out of the revolving door of Tianhao Hotel.

The evening breeze brushed against my face, carrying a slight chill.

He didn't take a taxi, but walked slowly along the sidewalk, as if he were digesting his food.

After walking about two intersections, he turned into a dimly lit alley.

Behind them, footsteps, neither too close nor too far, followed and entered.

The footsteps were deliberate, heavy, as if afraid the person in front wouldn't hear them.

Li Haotian's lips curled slightly as he continued walking forward at a leisurely pace.

After walking another hundred meters or so, we came to an even more secluded dead end, with only a dim streetlamp illuminating the corner of the wall piled with clutter.

He stopped and turned around.

The follower behind them stopped and emerged from the shadows.

He was a muscular man with a buzz cut and a scar that ran from his eyebrow to the corner of his mouth, making his face look fierce.

"Aren't you tired of following me all this way?" Li Haotian asked calmly.

The scarred man grinned, revealing two rows of teeth stained yellow by smoke.

He didn't say anything, but walked to the wall and picked up a half-broken red brick from the ground.

He held the red brick in his palm, facing Li Haotian, and slowly clenched his fist with his other hand.

"Kid, Brother Long asked me to pass on a message to you."

Scarface's voice was very hoarse.

He said, "You're arrogant in the game, and you're just as arrogant in real life."

As soon as he finished speaking, he slammed his clenched fist down.

"Snap!"

The hard red brick shattered under his fist, turning into a pile of powder and fragments that fell through his fingers.

He shook his hand as if he were just brushing off some dust.

Scarface was very satisfied with the perfectly timed "surprise" on Li Haotian's face.

"Let me introduce myself, I'm also a gamer."

He took two steps forward, his eyes filled with the playful glint of a cat catching a mouse.

"Level 3, Strength-based enhancement."

"To be honest, killing an ordinary person like you who has never even entered a game is a bit unfair."

He cracked his wrists.

"But there's no way around it; you take people's money and you have to solve their problems."

"If you have someone to blame, blame yourself for offending the wrong person."

Li Haotian looked at him, and the "surprise" on his face slowly faded, turning into a strange expression.

It was a mix of curiosity, disappointment, and a little bit of wanting to laugh.

"Level 3?"

He spoke, asking a question for confirmation.

"What, scared out of your wits?" Scarface thought his power had completely intimidated the other party.

"No, I'm just a little curious."

Li Haotian held up a finger and pointed to the brick the man had just crushed.

"this one?"

Scarface's smile froze.

"What did you say?"

"I said," Li Haotian couldn't hold back his smile any longer and burst out laughing, "that's it? You call this power?"

He shook his head, his expression as if he were watching a clown who had put on a great performance but messed it up.

"Brother, do you have some huge misunderstanding about the word 'power'?"

Scarface's face instantly turned a deep liver color.

This is an insult.

Naked humiliation.

"You fucking want to die!"

He roared, his whole body like an enraged bull, bringing with it a gust of evil wind, and punched Li Haotian in the face.

He used all his strength in that punch.

He could almost see the scene of this reckless kid's head exploding like a watermelon.

The fist rapidly enlarged in Li Haotian's pupils.

Li Haotian didn't move.

Just as the force of the punch was about to touch the tip of his nose, he moved.

His head tilted to the left by an extremely small margin.

The powerful punch, capable of shattering bricks, grazed his cheek and whistled past.

Scarface missed his punch, and staggered forward due to the force of the blow.

His pupils contracted sharply in shock.

How is that possible?

How could he possibly dodge it?

The thought had barely crossed his mind when an irresistible force came from his right wrist as he swung it out.

He looked down.

A hand, a thin and even pale hand, was gripping his wrist tightly.

Like a pair of iron pliers.

No, it's more stable than pliers.

"you……"

Scarface only managed to utter one word.

The next second, a sharp pain that made his scalp tingle exploded from his wrist.

"Snap!"

The sound of bones breaking was particularly jarring in the quiet alley.

His right wrist was bent backward at an odd angle, ninety degrees.

"ah--!"

A heart-wrenching scream pierced the night sky.

Scarface's fierce face contorted instantly with pain, and cold sweat poured out like a waterfall.

His strength, his proud Level 3 strength, was as fragile as a piece of paper in front of his opponent.

Li Haotian grabbed his already useless hand and gently pulled it.

Scarface's 160-170 pound body was like a weightless doll, easily pulled in front of Li Haotian.

"Now, this hand is mine."

Li Haotian looked at his pupils, which were contracting violently with fear, and his smile was both bright and cold.

He let go.

"Give it to me!"

The moment he finished speaking, Li Haotian raised his right foot.

There are no fancy moves, just a simple and direct front kick.

"Bang!"

A muffled thud.

Li Haotian's foot landed squarely on the scarred man's chest.

Scarface's body felt as if it had been hit head-on by a speeding truck.

He flew backward, his feet leaving the ground, tracing an arc in the air.

"Boom!"

He slammed heavily against the wall at the end of the alley, then slid down the wall to the ground like a lump of mud.

"puff--"

A mouthful of blood spurted from his mouth, staining the ground in front of him red.

He lay on the ground, his chest heaving violently, feeling as if his internal organs were out of place and that he had broken countless ribs.

He tried to struggle to get up, but found that he had no strength in any part of his body.

He could only watch in horror as the figure walked towards him step by step.

Li Haotian squatted down in front of him.

"Now, tell me again, what is power?"

His voice was soft and gentle, but to Scarface it was more terrifying than the whispers of the devil.

"You...you're a player too?" Scarface's voice trembled, tinged with blood.

"No, that's not important."

Li Haotian shook his head.

He reached out and wiped his hands on Scarface's dusty clothes, as if he were wiping something dirty.

"I'm rather curious," Li Haotian looked at him, "where did Wang Feilong find someone like you... well, a 'talent'?"

"How much did he spend?"

Scarface's lips trembled as he looked at the smiling face before him, feeling a chill run from his tailbone straight to the top of his head.

This is not human.

This is a monster.

"Five...five hundred thousand..."

"Five hundred thousand?" Li Haotian exclaimed as if he'd heard a joke. "You're just here to die?"

He patted Scarface's cheek, not hard, but full of insult.

"It seems Wang Feilong's judgment isn't all that great."

"Besides you, is there anyone else?" Li Haotian continued to ask.

Scarface's eyes darted away, and he dared not answer.

"Not going to tell?"

The smile on Li Haotian's face disappeared.

He grasped Scarface's intact left hand, his five fingers, and slowly tightened his grip.

"Click...click click..."

The tingling, numbing sound of his knuckles being squeezed inch by inch completely shattered Scarface's psychological defenses.

"I'll talk! I'll talk!" he screamed. "There are two more! Brother Long... he recently recruited a group of people, all... all players who have awakened their abilities!"

"Oh?"

Li Haotian stopped what he was doing, a hint of interest flashing in his eyes.

Where are they all?

"I...I don't know where they are," Scarface cried, tears streaming down his face. "I only know...tomorrow...tomorrow Brother Long will gather everyone at the 'Royal No. 1' club in the west of the city...he's going to consolidate his forces to deal with you!"

"Royal One?"

Li Haotian released his grip.

He stood up and looked down at the pile of mud on the ground.

"Okay, thanks."

He turned and walked out of the alley.

"No...don't kill me..." Scarface pleaded with his last breath as he watched him leave.

Li Haotian didn't stop walking.

"rest assured."

His voice drifted back from the front.

"I don't kill useless people."

As soon as he finished speaking, his figure disappeared into the alleyway lights.

Only Scarface was left, lying on the cold ground, slowly losing consciousness amidst endless pain and fear.