A heretical cultivator in Bureau 749, I'm the fiercest at pulling out tendons and skinning peop

Drair, the top executive of Tek Biotech, watched helplessly as his "biological weapons," which he had built with countless resources, were dismembered, hunted down, and finally turned into puddles of steaming, still slightly wriggling viscous paste in the thick fog...

His well-maintained fangs, which were said to be able to bite through steel plates, were almost crushed.

But now, there's nothing he can do.

Because opposite him, Zhang Yucheng's black trench coat wasn't even wrinkled; he just stood there calmly, smiling at him.

That smile was gentle, refined, and even carried a hint of the helplessness of an elder watching a younger person throw a tantrum.

But it was that smile that sent chills down Dreyer's spine.

He attempted a surprise attack, hoping to risk injury to rescue a few key personnel, or at least destroy the experimental data and samples on the third underground floor that must never be exposed to the light of day.

No matter which direction he attacked from, or what tricky angle he used, even resorting to his most powerful forbidden technique that could briefly tear through space...

He was always met with a single finger.

Zhang Yucheng casually raised a finger, its tip shimmering with a wisp of condensed, all-encompassing starlight, and gently touched it—

"clang!"

"Pfft!"

"Snap!"

Whether it was the dark torrent that Dreyer unleashed with all his might, the spatial rift that tore open, or even the curse he secretly laid...

It was all right in front of that finger, as brittle as a wafer, crumbling at the slightest touch and breaking at the slightest poke.

Let alone injuring Zhang Yucheng, it couldn't even make him move his feet.

suffocated.

So frustrating!

With red eyes and heavy breathing, Derek stared intently at the damned, perpetually smiling Eastern man opposite him, his mind a complete mess.

That shouldn't be happening!

This old man's strength... wait a minute!

This wasn't Derek's first time visiting this red country, nor was it his first time visiting Jinghai.

Seven or eight years ago, under the guise of "international academic exchange" and "friendly discussion," he actually fought with Zhang Yucheng several times.

Although they didn't kill them, they did manage to get a basic understanding of their opponent's "background"—

They are slightly stronger than me, but only to a limited extent. Relying on home advantage and those mystical Eastern magic techniques, they can barely manage to fight me to a draw, and even occasionally gain a slight advantage.

But that's it.

De Layle always felt that if it were a life-or-death battle, and he had to use all his cards, he would have at least a 60% chance of winning.

But given the current situation...

60%?

Not even a fraction!

This is basically a grown man playing with kindergarten kids! And he's even tied up with his hands tied, only using one finger!

"call--!!!"

On the other side, an even more tragic commotion came from.

Drair glanced over out of the corner of his eye, and his heart sank even further.

The company had hired Thor at a hefty sum, a man who claimed to possess "Thor's bloodline," and who was arrogant and disrespectful to everyone except himself—

That muscular man, nearly three meters tall, with muscles bulging like granite, wielding a replica of Thor's hammer, was a force to be reckoned with, capable of wiping out a small nation's superhuman organization.

At this moment, he was being watched by the seemingly harmless deputy director of Bureau 749, who always wore a wrinkled uniform, had a cigarette dangling from his mouth, and appeared completely harmless…

Pressed to the ground.

锤。

A hammer in the literal sense.

Deputy Director Liu didn't even use any fancy tricks; he used the simplest, most direct, and most primitive methods—

fist.

Each strike was like a fist unleashing a volcanic eruption of ferocious power.

"Bang!"

"boom!"

"Thump!"

A punch slammed into Thor's hastily raised Mjolnir, the hammer groaned and the lightning dissipated.

A punch landed squarely on Thor's chest, which was said to be able to withstand missiles. The chest armor caved in, and the sound of bones cracking was clearly audible.

A punch landed squarely on Thor's face as he tried to retaliate, causing his nose to cave in and his teeth to spit out blood.

Thor wanted to rebel, to erupt, to unleash a thunderous attack.

But every time he managed to gather a spark of lightning, Deputy Director Liu's fist seemed to have eyes, precisely striking the point where his spiritual energy was circulating, forcefully shattering the lightning that was about to take shape.

Then, continue hammering.

Simple, efficient, and full of a kind of unpretentious, violent aesthetic of "I'm in a bad mood today and I want to beat someone up".

Dreyer could even see how Saul's face, once etched with arrogance and cruelty, now shifted from ferocity to shock and anger, to fear, and finally to utter bewilderment and despair...

It's like a salted fish being repeatedly forged on a blacksmith's anvil, gradually losing its dreams.

No, the salted fish can still thrash around a couple of times.

Thor couldn't even flail.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!!"

Delaire roared inwardly, cold sweat already soaking through the lining of his expensive handmade suit.

What the hell is going on?!

Zhang Yucheng suddenly became ridiculously strong, which is bad enough, but how come even the deputy director, who usually keeps a low profile and looks like a heavy smoker, suddenly became incredibly incompetent?!

That idiot Thor swore that in terms of absolute strength, the entire 749th Division, apart from Zhang Yucheng who was barely passable, was trash, not even worthy of shining his shoes?

What is this now?

Is someone using it as a human pile driver to tamp down the foundation?!

Seemingly seeing through the turbulent, bewildered, and furious look in Dreyer's eyes, Zhang Yucheng, who had been only on the defensive and had not taken the initiative to attack, suddenly spoke up.

The voice remained gentle, even tinged with amusement, clearly piercing through the turbulent energy currents and reaching Dreyer's ears:

"What, are you surprised?"

Zhang Yucheng tilted his head to look at Saul, who was being pounded by Deputy Director Liu and was almost unrecognizable. He then turned back to look at Dreyer, his smile deepening and turning colder.

"We used to 'exchange ideas' with you guys..."

"That was just to tease you two idiots."

"You actually took it seriously?"

He lightly dusted off non-existent dust from the cuffs of his trench coat, speaking casually as if he were discussing what to have for dinner.

"After all, you are international friends."

"You've come all this way, so I should at least give you some face and make you think... well, you're not so bad after all?"

Zhang Yucheng paused, his gaze sweeping across the gradually calming battlefield, over the pools of viscous, melted matter, and over the cages gently enveloped in mist and receiving starlight healing.

Finally, the gaze fell once again on Dreyer's face, contorted with extreme shock and rage.

"What a pity."

"You're being too kind, aren't you?"

"They insist on stretching out their claws and touching lines they shouldn't."

He slowly raised his right hand, which had been hanging by his side, with his five fingers slightly spread.

On the palm of his hand, a single, dazzling, pure white starlight, seemingly capable of piercing through all darkness and illusion, silently coalesced.

The rosy clouds, mist, and starlight within the entire Cloud Tower Palace seemed to resonate and tremble in response to his simple gesture.

A terrifying pressure, pure, superior, and belonging to the realm of rules, slowly descended, making even Dreyer's soul tremble.

"Since you don't want to play gracefully..."

Zhang Yucheng looked at De Laier, his smile completely vanished, leaving only an unfathomable coldness.

"Then we'll..."

"I'm not in the mood."

"You're just kidding me."

The moment the words left his mouth.

The pure white starlight in his palm suddenly burst forth with boundless light that could tear the heavens and earth apart!