Delta: Who are you saying has suffered a loss of strength?

Anderson took the punch, and although he wasn't seriously injured, he was momentarily enraged.

"Cough cough cough cough..." He hunched over and took two steps back, his face flushed red, and he coughed violently, his whole body shaking.

He could barely stand by covering his mouth with his left hand and supporting himself on his knee with his right.

Seeing his half-dead state, Han Che wanted to use the same trick again and give him another punch, hoping he could actually win.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Han Che threw a second punch. His body had already adjusted the motion code according to the mapping relationship he had just figured out, and he issued the command for a right hook.

However, the modified maneuver lacked fluidity, but the fist's trajectory was half an inch lower than he had anticipated, grazing past Anderson's chest.

Anderson leaned back, avoiding the attack.

Han Che hadn't tried what combination of commands to use for the next move, so he just stood there frozen.

Anderson then pulled the silver-gray asthma inhaler can from his pocket, put it over his mouth and nose, and inhaled deeply.

His chest heaved violently as he inhaled, and with each breath, his face gradually returned to normal, moving away from its flushed state.

After putting the spray can away, he stood up straight and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand.

"Good, very good!" After taking a few puffs, Anderson's voice calmed down, but his eyes turned cold. "You're still the same annoying person you always were."

Anderson fired a burst of bullets, and Han Che couldn't dodge it and was hit directly.

Gunshots rang out, and bullets pierced between Han Che's eyes. His vision was instantly covered in a deep red, and his body fell backward, crashing to the ground.

Not long after, Han Che was resurrected, but this time the perspective was different from before he was killed.

He then realized that he was lying on that single bed.

Han Che tried to struggle to get up, but his limbs were fixed in place by something. He felt the restraint and resistance from the straps around his wrists. His limbs were fixed to the four corners of the bed frame.

The restraints were not tight, but enough to restrict his range of motion, limiting his struggles to a very limited extent.

The excruciating pain from the bullet shattering his skull still lingered in his mind; his vision was blurred by a flurry of snowflakes.

But he could see Anderson standing next to him.

"Heh, does it hurt, Warden?" Anderson smiled mockingly, looking down at him as he struggled.

"What exactly... do you want?"

Anderson did not answer, and instead pointed the gun at Han Che.

boom!

Han Che felt a sharp pain in his throat, which then spread into a burning sensation.

Han Che felt like he couldn't breathe, and then everything went black.

But before his consciousness had faded for long, Han Che woke up again.

This time, the bullet hit his throat, but the excruciating pain in his head hadn't subsided yet. The two pains combined made it impossible for Han Che to even scream.

Anderson looked at him and sneered, "How's it going? Does this feel good?"

Han Che was speechless and could only glare at him fiercely.

Anderson smiled and fired another shot.

boom!

The bullet struck Han Che in the chest, passing through the space between his left ribs. His heart and lungs simultaneously lost function in that single blow.

Han Che's body convulsed violently on the bed frame, and a mouthful of bloody foam gushed from his mouth, flowing down the corner of his mouth and onto the white mattress.

It took about a full minute for him to die, and when he woke up again, he was in even more pain.

Han Che gritted his teeth and endured it. He was now quite certain that Anderson had some kind of grudge against him.

The other party's murderous intent was very pure; they simply wanted to torture him.

Although it's uncertain whether the person he has a grudge against is himself "Han Che" or the former warden.

Regardless, with the support of the Level 5 system, the opponent had no chance to resist.

Since that's the case, I have no choice but to endure it. When he brought me in, there were still three minutes left on the countdown. So much has happened, and a while has passed, it should be over soon.

"What are you thinking about?" Anderson suddenly asked, clearly having seen through Han Che's thoughts. "Are you waiting for the countdown to end?"

Han Che didn't say anything; he didn't even bother to look at him.

Anderson, displeased at being ignored, fired another shot, hitting Han Che in the leg.

Han Che groaned, tightening his limbs even more.

After several kills, blood splattered all over the single bed, and the dripping sound of blood could be heard even on the floor.

"Don't wait any longer, this isn't going to end!" Anderson sneered. "Those ten minutes were just a show; I could have extended it! Don't even think about it!"

As he spoke, another shot came, this time to the abdomen. I don't know if it was just my imagination, but the pain of being shot directly seemed to be slightly less than the pain of being resurrected.

However, the pain of resurrection gradually lessens, while the pain of being shot directly gradually intensifies.

Han Che was completely consumed by pain and suffering, and his mind was no longer able to function or think.

Even in this state, he believed that Anderson's Level 5 system was definitely not infinite in time.

But how long will it take to get through this?

As his consciousness faded, Han Che died again.

He was resurrected not long after, but was still in excruciating pain.

This time, Anderson walked over to the head where Han Che was lying, leaned down close, and looked down at Han Che.

"Did you feel it? This is the difference between us, this is the suppression of rank." Anderson sneered. "You think you, a mere level three leader, can really contend with me? Blocking a few of my attacks was just luck!"

Han Che was in so much pain that he couldn't speak. He was covered in cold sweat, and the sweat on his forehead was mixed with blood as it slid down.

"I'm somewhat wary of Said and Reis outside, but you? A piece of trash like you actually disgusts me!" Anderson didn't use a gun this time; the tip of his short knife pierced Han Che's shoulder, and he twisted it forcefully.

"What the hell do you want me to do? Stop beating around the bush!" Han Che's face was deathly pale. He didn't have the energy to think about the meaning behind Anderson's words; he just wanted him to get straight to the point. "We've been using torture for half a day already, just ask already!"

Anderson's expression froze, his mouth opened but he closed it again without saying a word. "Hmph! Do you think I need any reason? I just want you to suffer a fate worse than death!"

Anderson then turned slightly, avoiding looking at Han Che, and said, "I've already used all my Level 5 system privileges to deal with the other map leaders. These simple Level 4 methods are more than enough to deal with you!"

Han Che stared at Anderson, who wasn't looking at him, as if he were an idiot, completely bewildered.