The whole nation: You're put to survive on a desolate planet, you'll be running an alien b

showdown?

These two words were like two needles, piercing Wang Feilong's ears.

His face, which had been flushed from alcohol and anger, was now deathly pale.

The hall was deathly quiet.

Dozens of thugs, armed with weapons, even deliberately kept their breathing low.

They looked at the slender young man standing in the center of the hall, then at the violently demolished gate, their palms sweating profusely.

One kick.

The door, along with its frame, was kicked more than ten meters away.

It smashed a marble countertop weighing half a ton.

Is this something a human can do?

Wang Feilong's knuckles turned white from gripping the shotgun so tightly.

His lips trembled, and he wanted to say something harsh, but he found that his throat felt like it was blocked with cotton, and he couldn't squeeze out a single word.

Seeing his expression, Li Haotian laughed even harder.

"Why aren't you saying anything?"

He took two steps forward, stepping on a piece of broken marble with a soft "creak".

"Didn't you gather everyone together to confront me?"

Where are they?

Li Haotian looked around.

"That's all?"

"You're just playing house with a bunch of oddly shaped gourds and cracked dates, aren't you?"

insult.

A blatant insult.

Wang Feilong's rationality was finally ignited by this seemingly casual remark.

"You fucking..."

He roared, and all the fear and anger he had accumulated transformed into the force that pulled the trigger.

He pointed the dark, double-barreled gun at Li Haotian's chest.

"Go to hell!"

"boom--!"

The deafening gunshots rang out in the luxurious, empty hall like a thunderclap.

The double-barreled shotgun firing at close range illuminated Wang Feilong's ferocious face with its muzzle flash.

Countless tiny steel balls, carrying enormous kinetic energy, formed a barrage of death, raining down on Li Haotian.

It’s over.

This was the only thought in the minds of all the thugs in the hall.

At such close range, even a god couldn't avoid it.

however.

Just 0.1 seconds before Wang Feilong pulled the trigger.

Li Haotian's body moved.

His movements were very small; he only took half a step back with his right foot and twisted his entire upper body to the left at an incredible angle.

The movement was so fast it was like a blur.

"Puff puff puff puff—!"

The dense barrage of steel pellets flew past Li Haotian's T-shirt almost grazing the edge.

Most of them were driven deep into the gold-leaf-covered Roman column behind him, sending gold leaf and stone chips flying everywhere.

A few seeds even tore several holes in his T-shirt.

Time seemed to slow down at that moment.

Everyone saw it clearly.

Li Haotian dodged it.

He actually dodged a shotgun blast that was meant to kill him.

Wang Feilong's pupils shrank to the size of pinpoints.

The ferocity on his face froze into incomprehensible horror.

How is that possible?

How could he possibly dodge it?

But he didn't have time to think it through; his survival instinct made him instinctively want to pull the trigger a second time.

Unfortunately, he never got that chance.

"this one?"

Li Haotian's voice seemed to be right next to his ear.

Wang Feilong didn't even see how Li Haotian moved; he only felt a blur before his eyes.

The next second, Li Haotian appeared in front of him.

Li Haotian casually picked up the heavy crystal ashtray used for holding cigars from a nearby coffee table.

A flick of the wrist.

"call--!"

The heavy ashtray, with a sharp whooshing sound, flew out of my hand like a cannonball.

The target was Wang Feilong's right hand, which was gripping the shotgun.

"Snap!"

A cracking sound, even clearer than a gunshot, echoed through the hall.

Wang Feilong felt an irresistible force coming from his wrist, and the excruciating pain instantly overwhelmed him.

He could no longer hold onto the double-barreled shotgun; it flew out of his hand and crashed to the floor a few meters away with a loud thud.

"ah--!"

The belated scream finally erupted from Wang Feilong's throat.

He clutched his right wrist, which was now bent at an odd angle, writhing in pain as he curled up like a shrimp.

And this is just the beginning.

Li Haotian stepped forward, giving no one time to react.

He reached out his left hand and grabbed Wang Feilong by the neck.

Wang Feilong's nearly 200-pound body was lifted up with one hand, and his feet instantly left the ground.

"Uh...uh..."

A feeling of suffocation instantly swept through my entire body.

Wang Feilong's face quickly turned a deep purplish-red. He gripped Li Haotian's wrists tightly with both hands, his legs kicking helplessly in the air like a fat fish being pulled out of the water.

The entire hall was completely silent.

Those dozens of so-called "elite thugs," gripping their weapons, stood rooted to the spot, like a group of puppets frozen in place.

Their legs were trembling; they didn't even have the courage to back down, let alone move forward.

Are you kidding me?

He kicked the door open.

He used his body to dodge the shot.

Just tossing an ashtray aside crippled Brother Long's gunman.

Now, they're lifting the arrogant Brother Long in mid-air like he's a chick.

Is this even human?

This is a monster in human skin!

"You now..."

Li Haotian picked up Wang Feilong and brought him close to his face, looking into his eyes that bulged out from fear and lack of oxygen.

His voice was soft and flat.

"As weak as a chicken."

He looked Wang Feilong up and down, who was struggling futilely in his hands, and a look of disgust appeared on his face.

"Killing you would be too dirty for my hands."

After saying that, he flicked his arm.

"Bang!"

Wang Feilong's obese body was slammed onto the messy gambling table in the center of the hall like trash.

The solid wood gambling table groaned under the weight and was smashed to pieces.

Wang Feilong fell to the ground amidst the mess, panting heavily, his breathing a mixture of coughing and dry heaving.

His whole body ached as if his bones were falling apart.

But the physical pain was nothing compared to the fear in my heart.

He watched the figure slowly walking towards him, and his whole body trembled like a leaf.

"You... what kind of monster are you...?"

Li Haotian walked up to him and looked down at him.

"monster?"

Li Haotian smiled.

"When you were pushing me to the brink of suicide with twenty million, why didn't you call me a monster then?"

"When they sent people to break my arms and legs and throw me into the river, didn't you think that was monstrous behavior?"

He stepped on the back of Wang Feilong's uninjured left hand.

Then, the toes begin to slowly exert force, grinding.

"Click...click click..."

The faint sound of finger bones cracking was so clear in the silent hall that it sent chills down one's spine.

"Aaaaaah—!"

Wang Feilong let out a bloodcurdling scream like a pig being slaughtered.

Li Haotian seemed not to hear him. He bent down and looked at Wang Feilong's face, which was contorted with pain.

"Now, do you feel pain?"

He increased the pressure on his feet even further.

"Tell me, where are all those players you recruited?"