Cthulhu America, I can see the kill line.

The madness of the weak.

[Sanity consumed per second: 2]

Kong Jiu's mind stirred slightly, and a faint green light flashed in his eyes.

In an instant, Windat's previously undetectable level rapidly dropped below level 30.

29, 28, 27...

At the same time, Kong Jiu felt his muscles bulging inch by inch, and his level skyrocketed!

19, 20, 21...

Winter, [Strength 23 (-9), Agility 22 (-9), Intelligence 1, High-level Enhanced Warrior.]

Kong Jiu, [Strength 5 (+9), Agility 4 (+9), Intelligence 10, Rank D Psionicist.]

Wintert was completely unaware that his power had been stolen; instead, he was shocked that an "ordinary person" could have such strength!

In an instant, their strength and agility reached an astonishing level.

At this moment, Kong Jiu's intelligence was even 9 points higher than that of the gang leader.

Correspondingly, even though he had a jade pendant around his neck, he could still hear the rustling of tiny microorganisms in the surrounding walls!

It looked as if a mouse was scurrying rapidly through the cracks in the wall!

Kong Jiu endured the almost whispering noise, gripping Wendat's forearm with his right hand like an iron clamp, and coldly stared at the embodiment of extreme evil before him.

"King Squich is very displeased with your betrayal. Would you like to explain yourself first, or should I escort you before him?"

However, Wintert was, after all, a veteran who had been through countless battles.

Seeing the astonishing strength of this Easterner, his shock lasted only a moment before he suddenly took a step back, spun around, and easily broke free from Kong Jiu's grasp using the momentum.

Although Kong Jiu stole Wendart's attributes, he clearly failed to steal his combat skills.

"Squiritch's messenger?"

In a flash, Wendart questioned them while rolling up his sleeves.

Wintert was very proud of his wrist strength. Not to mention ordinary people, even among veterans who were heavily boosted with enhancement drugs, few could compare to Wintert's wrist strength.

But this young man in front of me was able to suppress my power the moment he made a move.

A flicker of curiosity crossed Windat's mind.

He planted his feet firmly on the ground, leaned slightly forward like a fully drawn bow, raised his hands to his chest with palms facing outward and fingertips taut. His eyes were fixed on the Eastern man like nails, and he looked like a wild beast poised to pounce.

Wendart intended to exchange blows with this green-eyed, incredibly strong young man.

"I can wage war against the Purple Light Cult as agreed with Squich, so why are you questioning me?"

Wendart asked with a hint of arrogance in his voice.

"An agreement?"

Kong Jiu raised his eyebrows and said irritably, "Squich made you bleed a little, fired a couple of shots from the ordinary ship's cannons as a token gesture, to wake you up and cover your tracks, that's enough."

"When you throw a missile, do you want to bleed? Or are you risking your life?"

Wintert showed no remorse, his mouth twisted into a smug grin as he brazenly declared, "What? You thought you could stop that beast Farah? What's wrong with me testing his skills?"

As he spoke, he took a sudden step forward, instantly closing the distance between them, and his eagle-like claws gripped Kong Jiu's throat.

This yellow-skinned monkey may have some strength, but its reaction speed is definitely not as good as my enhanced body. It definitely can't dodge, definitely!

However, this is just wishful thinking on Wendart's part.

With the same agility as Wendart, Kongjiu lightly shifted to the side, dodging the pair of iron fingers.

Kong Jiu raised his hand, without any particular technique, simply using the same strength and agility as Wendart, and punched him, landing on his forearm as he blocked.

"What if Farah hadn't been in the church and hadn't stopped them? Would you not know the yield of those missiles?"

Kong Jiu's eyebrows suddenly shot up, and he reached out to grab Wendat, but the old soldier abruptly intercepted the outstretched hand, grabbed his ring finger, and yanked it sharply.

Kong Jiu winced in pain and withdrew his hand, quickly taking a few steps back and looking down to examine it.

The little finger went limp and collapsed, paralyzed by the blow.

As he felt the pain, his brows furrowed.

"I give up, even the cheat code from that dead rat isn't good enough?"

Even though their attributes were exactly the same, the difference in combat skills between Kong Jiu and this veteran who had seen blood was still too great.

You believe in paper-based equivalents?

Wendart chuckled as he looked at the young Eastern man, who was sweating profusely from the pain, but he didn't lower his stance.

"If we don't test it with live ammunition, who knows if the military equipment we swindled from those white gentlemen is genuine?"

Kong Jiu awkwardly covered his hands, but still stared intently at the underworld tycoon.

No, I can't beat them at all. I'll just use that rat's name to intimidate people.

He snapped, "Wintert, Squich is thinking you've been eating too much dog food and now you really want to be a white man's dog!"

"I am a white man, the rightful owner of this land."

Wintert raised his head, responding with a chilling sneer: "That fake white Briton, to expand the Purple Light Cult, will take anyone. I'm different; I haven't wanted a single yellow-skinned monkey except for whites and blacks!"

One insult after another pierced his ears, and Kong Jiu's eyes were so sharp they seemed to pierce through Wendat.

"The rednecks are causing trouble. Why don't they act like elders in front of the Native Americans?"

Before he could finish his provocative words, Kong Jiu had to raise his hand again and use his forearm to block Wendat's sudden iron claw.

Although he managed to block it with his strength, two bloody marks were still pressed onto his forearm, causing Kong Jiu to grimace in pain.

Clearly, there is a significant difference not only in combat skills but also in physical strength.

"Don't you want to explain to Squich why you threw the missile?"

Left with no other choice, Conju had to fight and retreat, resorting to the name of Squiche again.

"I'd also like to talk to the great Rat God and ask him where I went wrong?"

Wendart wore a forced smile, but his punches and kicks never stopped, and he looked completely self-righteous.

That expression was the composure that a villain uses to deceive himself before committing his evil deeds.

"Let's test Fara's skills, test the missile's yield, and while we're at it, fulfill the promise made to the Rat God. What did I do wrong, huh? Yellow-skinned monkey?"

Wintert threw punches relentlessly, even calmly adding a sarcastic remark.

"Squeak squeak squeak..."

"Shush, shush, shush..."

As Kong Jiu struggled to cope, countless cacophony, like whispers, surrounded his ears, accompanied by the sharp pain in his fingers and the burning sensation from the wound on his forearm, all harassing his mind.

My mind is becoming restless, my thoughts are wandering, and I'm losing my rationality!

The jade pendant maintained his non-mad state, but due to the side effects of stealing attributes, the pressure was clearly about to explode!

The effect of stealing Winter's attributes is about to come to an end as the mind wanders!

We need to resolve this quickly!

Kong Jiu barely managed to keep his composure and reached into his robes.

There was a gun there, a Beretta that old Chad had given him.

But just as he reached into his robes, Wintert suddenly took a half-step forward and flashed in front of him.

A gleaming knife was drawn from his sleeve at some point and pressed against Kong Jiu's throat.

"I didn't expect you to have such good strength and agility, but no fighting skills at all. You made me have high expectations for nothing."

Wendart shook his head, and the dagger drew a line of blood across Kong Jiu's throat.

Blood spurted out, splattering onto Wintert's clothes.

Kongjiu stared wide-eyed at Wendat in disbelief.

He collapsed before he could even utter a sob.

Winter shook his head and flicked the blood off his dagger.

"This yellow-skinned monkey talks too much nonsense. Squich sent someone to invite me, but he didn't even know to send a white man."

Winter shook his head, flicked the blood off the dagger, and then wiped the bloodstains with the corner of his clothes.

"If they sent a blonde with big waves in her hair, I might actually go with her."

Suddenly, he stopped wiping and his eyes narrowed.

Kong Jiu was using his hands to support himself as he shakily crawled up from the pool of blood.