Chapter 84: Identity Exposed

Sprinting through the empty city, Fang Can's figure became a scythe of death.

At this moment, the so-called Human Purge Plan seemed tailor-made for him.

On this day of revelry, it should have been criminals hunting civilians, but now the roles were completely reversed.

Fang Can was like a giant crocodile entering a pond full of small fish and shrimp—there was no predator to speak of, and he could slaughter en masse with ease.

It was as if he, this invasive species, had been sent to purge the human criminals—wasn't this another kind of Human Purge Plan?

"According to Qu Hua, it won't be long before I encounter an unstoppable superpowered individual; until then, I'll help eliminate some of their enemies."

While sprinting, Fang Can twisted his body, and a squad of armed killers blocked his path.

"Stop! Don't move!"

At the sharp command, Fang Can's figure actually halted in place.

The criminals' eyes held vigilance and unease.

Too many strange things had happened today—the sudden explosion of airplanes, the mysterious unconsciousness of thousands in the city center.

And now came a barefoot, handsome boy strolling casually during the day of revelry—this was beyond absurd.

"Hey, kid, tell us where the civilians are hiding, and we won't kill you," one thug wielding a pistol threatened.

Facing their questions, the boy had no need to reply—he simply grinned a dazzling smile.

"Bang!"

In an instant, a muffled sound surged from afar and echoed beside their ears.

A distortion wave shot from Fang Can's thumb, striking one thug's skull with pinpoint accuracy and blasting him to the ground.

Seeing their companion collapse backward, every heart froze.

"What the hell is this? Is this guy a superpowered individual?"

Before he could think further, a comrade's shout rang in his ear: "He's got superpowers—shoot him now!"

Hearing the cry, the thugs instinctively racked their bolts and fired bullets at Fang Can like they had no cost.

"Tatata-tatata!"

Amid a barrage of piercing muzzle flashes, bullets screamed toward Fang Can like a metal storm—hundreds of rounds converged on him at once.

Fang Can didn't even bother to dodge.

These mere mechanical objects couldn't possibly match his thousand-times-forged flesh and blood.

But his clothes were still ordinary—so many bullets pouring down would surely shred them to pieces.

In an instant, Fang Can's right hand shot forward, leaving dozens, even hundreds, of afterimages in the air.

"How is this possible…"

All eyes filled with terror as they watched Fang Can catch every single bullet with one arm.

"Ding-dang, ding-dang, ding-dang…"

After the last round was fired, the boy's feet were densely carpeted with smoking bullet casings.

Gazing at the slender boy before them, every man trembled, knowing they'd met a hardened opponent.

Before they could kneel and beg, a low voice whispered: "Done shooting? Now it's my turn."

Startled, they looked up to see the boy holding dozens of bullets in his hand.

His left arm bent across his chest, right hand braced on his left wrist, one eye narrowed as he aimed at them.

They recognized this pose well—it was how they'd mimicked movie characters when they were children.

"Bang!"

With a thunderous report, a bullet launched from the boy's thumb pierced a man's forehead at supersonic speed, flinging the victim backward.

When he crashed to the ground, they saw his skull had been shattered—the bullet was deeply embedded in his braincase.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Within a single second, five or six bullets were fired by the boy's thumb.

Each struck a comrade with perfect precision—a chilling dread rose in every heart.

In the space of a single stunned moment, seven or eight comrades lay dead, brains splattered.

"Run—this—is—a—su—"

Panic erupted from their mouths, but their cries cut off mid-sentence.

Because Fang Can fired too fast—four seconds later, after the last bullet was spent, over a dozen corpses lay on the ground, none with a final word.

Having dealt with this group, Fang Can glanced up at the drones hovering like leeches and frowned.

"Tsk~"

He muttered, raised his hand, and fired another bullet.

After blasting one drone to pieces, he continued onward toward his next target.

Many more criminals still hid in the city—he had no time to rest today.

"Who the hell is this guy?"

In Long Group HQ, A City, Ji Donglai asked, watching the screen turn to snow after the drone was destroyed:

"Who is this superpowered individual? I've never seen him before?"

"And his name is Fang Can? Same name as the Fang Can from the neighboring world? And he displays traits of martial arts and mind-image cultivation—how could this be coincidence?"

Beside him, a boy shoveling potato chips into his mouth replied casually: "How should I know? Z City is Li Huowang's turf, and the day of revelry is under his jurisdiction—this is definitely his mess."

Hearing the boy's remark and recalling that guy's temperament, it was exactly the kind of mess he'd create.

"I'll send him a message," Ji Donglai said, watching the drone's live feed, deciding he needed to find out.

Thinking this, he dialed Li Huowang's number directly.

The phone rang only briefly before being answered—he said coldly: "I'm Ji Donglai. What's going on with this Fang Can? Why wasn't I notified?"

"Team Leader Ji, please wait a moment. My lord Li Huowang is currently singing in the broadcast hall; he has ordered that no one disturb him during this time." An awkward voice came from the other end of the phone.

Ji Donglai:...

"Wait until he finishes that B-song, then immediately tell him to call me back." Ji Donglai gritted his teeth and said.

After hanging up, the youth beside him spoke slowly: "How should we handle this now? Should we go bring Fang Can back?"

"His realm has improved so quickly; he is most likely one of our own. Bring him back for careful cultivation, and before long, he will be another national-level combat power."

"Leave it. Wait until this Carnival Day is over first." Ji Donglai looked at Fang Can on the screen: "We must observe him regardless."

After finishing the last piece of potato chips, the youth said: "I remember Da Li Wang is there too. If a fight breaks out, given the strength he has shown so far, he might not fare well."

"It matters not. We have healing-type ability users; as long as he can be saved, let him play for a while."

"I think you just want a river of blood to flow." The youth glanced wordlessly at the Dragon Group leader beside him.

(End of this chapter)