Xiao Yang lay on the ground, struggling to breathe.
Someone was lying on top of him.
His face was buried—deep—in an impressive and terrifying chest.
Eyes wide, mouth agape, Xiao Yang looked like he was about to take a bite.
His expression screamed: My buddy and I were completely shocked.
That big?
Was she a damn dairy cow?!
The weight on his chest lifted as Chu Dongchan got up.
Xiao Yang looked around.
The modified shell bomb had packed a serious punch. The van was now a Swiss cheese.
Fortunately, Chu Dongchan had reacted fast and dodged skillfully—neither of them was hurt.
Unfortunately, Xiao Yang's gaze not only caught sight of a circling medical helicopter overhead...
He also saw an open cabin door, a hand reaching out—and a gun.
Big gun. Thick barrel. Looked like a sawed-off shotgun.
Xiao Yang's face changed. He reached out.
Because Chu Dongchan had already extended her hand.
Clap! Their hands clasped.
Chu Dongchan pulled him with explosive force, and the two of them darted two meters away.
BANG!
A shot rang out from the sky.
Dozens of pellets stormed down like a hurricane, peppering the spot where they'd just stood.
The concrete cracked and sparked, forming a cluster of deep impact craters.
Damn... whoever made this stuff didn't hold back, Xiao Yang mentally complained.
Thanks to his "King of War" combat skills, he had some familiarity with weapons.
But no known gun matched the one that had just fired.
Only one possibility... homemade black-market firearm.
That's why he thought "small workshop".
No precision, no rifling—just good ol' gunpowder buckshot.
At close range? Way more lethal than a pistol.
Cold sweat slicked Xiao Yang's back.
Forget legality—homemade or not, a gun was still a gun.
The helicopter's gun barrel swiveled back toward them.
Chu Dongchan didn't wait for another shot.
Her arm snapped up.
A flash of steel streaked through the air—a military spike.
Thunk.
It embedded in the shooter's lower jaw, driving upward, hilt-deep.
Crisis averted? Not yet.
Two sedans appeared on the road, speeding their way.
One of them swerved straight toward them.
"Duck!"
Chu Dongchan grabbed Xiao Yang by the collar and flung him toward the blown-up van.
Damn it... Xiao Yang rolled his eyes midair.
At least treat me like a person, huh?
Thud!
Xiao Yang crashed into the van, eyes locked on the car charging at Chu Dongchan.
He watched her lithe form lunge like a panther.
Before hitting the ground, she curled up mid-air, spinning into a compact ball.
Using momentum, she rolled four to five meters along the road—
Escaping the car's impact zone.
Just as the sedan braked hard, Chu Dongchan sprang up.
Still airborne, her legs bent—then shot down.
Crack!
Her feet shattered the car window and slammed into the driver's face.
Her whole body shot into the car with the force of a missile.
Goddamn, sis! Xiao Yang watched, stunned.
This wasn't some female soldier.
This was a damn monster.
Whoever dared marry her... Xiao Yang shivered.
Terrifying.
Meanwhile, the second car skidded to a halt. Doors opened.
Should I hide?
Nope. Hiding's for cowards. Not in this lifetime!
Time to show off the legendary North Sea Kindergarten Kick!
Xiao Yang sprinted forward.
He had spotted one of the men holding a gun.
As he ran, Xiao Yang's eyes sharpened. His body shifted.
The "King of War" skills he had copied from Chu Dongchan fully activated.
Transforming Xiao Yang—
Into a living weapon.
A human-shaped killing machine.
Just as the man stepped out, one leg exiting the car—
Xiao Yang's foot slammed the door shut.
Crunch!
The door trapped the man's ankle, bending it at an unnatural angle—snapping it.
Before the guy could even scream, the door was yanked open.
A hand reached for the man's gun hand.
Not to grab—but to twist, redirecting the muzzle.
Xiao Yang's finger hooked over the man's own finger on the trigger.
Bang!
The shot exploded point-blank—straight into the driver's face.
Blood and chunks sprayed across the windshield.
His head slammed into the glass.
First kill...
Xiao Yang froze, briefly.
Then instantly snapped out of it.
His elbow shot forward, slamming into the gunman's neck.
Crack.
The man's throat caved in.
Xiao Yang turned to the back seat.
Two more men had exited.
One raised his own short shotgun.
Too slow.
Xiao Yang's foot lashed out, kicking the man's shin backward.
He stumbled.
At the same time, Xiao Yang grabbed the shotgun's barrel.
A violent push.
Smack! The stock smashed into the man's nose.
Agonizing pain exploded through his body.
Before he could cry out—
The gun barrel jammed into his mouth.
"Uhhh—!"
His eyes widened in terror.
BOOM!
The shot echoed inside his skull.
The back of his head blew open.
Blood, brain, shattered vertebrae, pellets—
All sprayed toward the other man, mid-aim.
Exploding on his face like a crimson sledgehammer.
The man crumpled.
Dead?
Maybe not. Either luck, low power, or the first guy absorbed the blast.
The man writhed on the ground, screaming and clutching his face.
Xiao Yang charged, gripping the empty shotgun like a club.
THWACK!
The stock crashed down on the man's head.
Screams silenced.
Xiao Yang didn't stop.
He picked up the other dropped shotgun.
Spun, aimed at the sky—
At the medical helicopter.
Pulled the trigger.
BOOM!
A fiery storm of buckshot blasted upward.
Sparks danced across the helicopter's hull.
But it was useless.
The chopper pulled up—
And fled.
Suddenly—
A ringtone rang out beneath him.
Xiao Yang looked down.
It came from one of the downed men.
He hesitated—then crouched, found the phone, and answered.
"A building. Dozens of people. And one massive bomb inside."
A cold, low voice spoke through the line.
"Either you bring the package here alone—or I blow it all. Your call."
Xiao Yang laughed.
Was there really a choice?
Yes.
If he walked away, abandoned everyone, he'd be safe.
But could he swallow that?
No.
A cold smile twisted his lips.
"So... where are you?"