Jiangdong District, Jinhai Road.
The skyscrapers towering hundreds of ters pierce the night sky.
On the giant LED screen, an international model holds a new fragrance, smiling charmingly at the passersby.
The dazzling lights of neon signs and billboards flash and intertwine, painting the city in a myriad of colors.
And above this shimring scene, a black ard helicopter trails thick smoke, cutting through the bustling, noisy night.
It looks like a vulture whose head has been blasted apart by a shotgun, its nose severely dented, tail rotor in a deadlock.
The massive fuselage has lost control, violently trembling in the air, plumting towards the ground with a chaotic flight path.
Inside the cabin, red alert lights flash urgently, illuminating the narrow space like purgatory.
The special forces mbers are tossed around by the enormous centrifugal force.
So are even thrown from their seats, colliding with the cabin walls, screams echoing relentlessly.
In the chaotic center of this whirlwind, only one figure remains unmoved.
Fang Cheng’s feet are firmly planted on the slanted cabin floor as if rooted.
He stands bare-chested, his steel-like muscles radiating incredible heat.
Golden flas, tinged with white smoke, swirl around him, unable to dissipate.
That ghastly white Evil Ghost Mask reflects a blood-red hue from the alert lights, emitting a suffocating nace.
He stands there calmly, overlooking the soldiers below him who were plunged into panic.
Like a Demon God who has just crashed through the gates of Hell and entered the human realm.
"Monster... Monster!!"
A soldier who had fallen to his feet struggled to get up, accidentally eting Fang Cheng face to face.
Terror-stricken, he backed away, lifting the assault rifle hung on his chest, ready to pull the trigger.
Fang Cheng didn’t even glance, extending his hand, fingers wide.
Just as the bullet was about to fire, his broad palm covered the muzzle brake, plugging the barrel.
Bang!
With a dull explosion, the muzzle’s fire ceased abruptly.
The high-pressure propellant gas, unable to escape, imdiately detonated inside the barrel.
The fragile receiver couldn’t withstand this pressure and burst on the spot.
Countless tiny tal fragnts splattered backward, shattering the soldier’s hands gripping the gun, flesh and blood everywhere.
"Ahhhhh—"
The soldier cried out in agony, dropping the weapon and rolling on the ground, clutching his bleeding hands.
Fang Cheng grasped the now deford barrel, crushing it with his iron-like fingers.
Crunch!
With a nerve-wracking sound, the steel-forged barrel twisted into a spiral effortlessly in his grip.
Fang Cheng casually tossed the scrap aside, spreading his palm open.
He examined the layer of black powder residue on his skin, gently blowing it away.
The soot dispersed, revealing his unmarred skin beneath, without a trace of red marks.
The sight of this spectacle made two other soldiers fall to the ground in fear, trembling all over, losing the courage to draw their weapons.
Captain Hu in the cockpit managed to lift his head, his face covered in blood and gri, looking disheveled.
When he finally saw the mask on his opponent’s face, he froze as if electrocuted, his heart pierced by a bolt.
A flood of intel about the S-Class wanted criminal surged into his mind.
White Evil Ghost Mask... terrifying physical strength... extrely violent thods of killing...
"White... White Owl?!"
Captain Hu’s voice trembled as he forced out his query:
"Are you the one who slaughtered more than two hundred Red Tiger Gang mbers, single-handedly annihilating the Noah Organization East Capital Branch... White Owl?!"
Fang Cheng tilted his head slightly, the ruby eye sockets of the mask gleaming coldly.
"Oh?"
"So my reputation, has grown this much already?"
With this nearly certain answer, the fear in Captain Hu’s eyes intensified.
He knew very well what this codena represented.
It’s said to be a slaughter machine without human form, a vengeful demon.
"Misunderstanding! This really is a misunderstanding!"
Captain Hu swallowed hard, stamring in panic:
"If it’s you, Mr. White Owl... we can find a place to sit down and negotiate, our military really appreciates your strength."
"Whatever conditions you want, money? Status? Or a pardon? I can apply to the higher-ups for you!"
"Now you want to talk? Too late."
Fang Cheng’s voice remained calm, devoid of any emotion:
"Not too late! Not too late at all!"
Captain Hu, on the verge of tears, hurriedly explained:
"We have no deep hatred, as long as you spare ..."
Before he could finish his sentence.
Fang Cheng’s form blurred, crossing over two ters in an instant, his right hand clamping down on Captain Hu’s throat like a vise.
"Cough cough... Let... let go..."
Captain Hu’s feet dangled off the ground as he desperately slapped at the arm choking him, his face turning ashen.
The opponent’s speed and strength were too formidable.
Despite being a special forces captain enhanced by the enhancing potion, he had no strength to fight back, as fragile as a chick.
At this mont, all his previous arrogance and arrogance vanished, his eyes filled with the fear of facing death.
"Don’t kill ... I’m the only one who can control this aircraft... without ... everyone will die..."
Fang Cheng was indifferent.
Just calmly watching this special forces officer struggle in his hand, like an insignificant insect.
"You... You maniac!!"
Feeling the grip on his throat grow tighter, Captain Hu finally broke down, screaming weakly:
"From hundreds of ters up... even you won’t survive! We’ll all end up as minced flesh!!"
"That’s my concern."
Fang Cheng stated flatly, squeezing his fingers tight.
Crunch.
The crisp sound of bones breaking lded into the deafening roar of air currents.
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