Upon hearing this, Zhang Xiaobo seemed to be considering something. He nodded with difficulty, then hastily shook his head in denial, as if trying his best to argue against the reality unfolding before his eyes.

For a moment, Carl was stunned, as was everyone else around. If the previous fatso was considered to be scared stupid, people could understand that; they might even feel pitiable sympathy for the fat guy. But now, this scene suddenly made everyone realize just how appalling the fatso's behavior was. It was like watching someone brazenly lie, cheat and literally roll in their own shameless bullshit.

Zhang Xiaobo weakly and powerlessly retorted, "Making me point just because you told me to... wouldn't that be utterly humiliating?"

"Fuck, you're asking for it."

Finally unable to contain his rage, Carl roared and sent a slap thundering towards the fatso... Who the hell was Carl? A thug from the underground world, with an incredibly heavy hand. A normal bar girl could have been slapped flying with that kind of power.

With a loud slap...

The palm hit the fatso's chubby face but to Carl, it felt like slapping a thick, rubber punching bag; absolutely nothing happened, the fatso didn't even budge...

Zhang Xiaobo was stunned, "You hit me..."

"So what if I hit you? To be honest, I've been wanting to mess with you today."

"Dumbass." The response to Carl was disdain laid bare.

Carl was completely taken aback by that retort, asking the fatso as if he'd heard wrong, "What did you say?"

Calling him a dumbass, as if Carl couldn't grasp the simple principle of never trying to wake a person pretending to be asleep, nor attempt to stop someone who is willingly being pissed upon. Just now, it was Carl who had thrown the first punch.

Without waiting for Carl to react, the fatso swung a slap of his own, catching Carl's face unexpectedly and forcefully. The speed and sound of it was almost like a thunderclap, blasting Carl against the wall not far from the bar.

If Carl's smack was considered heavy, what about the fatso, a veteran soldier of the Federation who had fought to the death against the likes of world-renowned warriors such as Kexiao in Mecha battles? With the strength of a Rank 3 Explosive Fighter, why would he fear a mere violent thug?

Indeed, the fatso had always valued his life above all else, but he was no coward. When provoked, he was as ferocious and impulsive as any fighter with a stubborn streak; never one to hesitate.

And as a law-abiding citizen of the Federation, he was not accustomed to fighting because he was a soldier, with punches far heavier than ordinary people – he would either not strike at all or strike to kill. In fact, the fatso had been waiting for Carl to make a move. Only after being hit, would his inner rebellion and rebellious rage be ignited.

In short, it was Carl who had hit him first, so don't blame the fatso for being impolite – from the moment he walked in, he'd already seen Carl's intentions and tested his own limits. If it's meant to be a disaster, there's no avoiding it; he didn't think this dumbass would have the patience to adjust the surveillance, well fuck it then, let's just do this.

Out of nowhere, the scene took an unexpected 180-degree turn, shocking the group of freelance mercenaries in the distance. They thought, well if this guy gets killed, it's not their problem; since the fatso had chosen this path, it seemed the matter was no longer going to end well.

Carl and his gang instantly surrounded the fatso, each pulling out rods and other threatening weapons.

With a whoosh, the bar crowd scattered, witnessing the force of the fatso's move that was not something an ordinary person could produce. This place was definitely not somewhere to stay for long.

Once Zhang Xiaobo made his move, he knew things weren't going to end well. Fortunately, he wasn't there for reconciliation. Fuck it, he was from another dimension – after hitting you, who's to remember who.

Before anyone could react, the fatso moved like lightning, pivoting and throwing two lightning-fast, covert side kicks. The two closest to him were sent flying and slammed against the wall, collapsing limply to the ground without a twitch.

Such staggering explosive power from the fatso, considered Rank 3, but don't forget he was an Explosive Fighter whose attack power could soar up to that of a Rank 2 in a burst.

Carl's group of about fifteen couldn't have imagined the fatso would be so strong. Fuck it, at this point, they couldn't care less. Carl immediately drew an Ice Flame Gun, not bothering with aiming and immediately pulled the trigger. No matter where people were, just shoot in this tiny space.

Zhang Xiaobo didn't dare to slack off, he swiftly rolled in the opposite direction of the aimpoint and followed up with a kick, sending a two-meter long counter flying straight at Carl with a swift and fierce momentum.

Boom!

Carl, who was in a defensive position, was hit so hard that his body stiffened and numbed. Before he could move, the fatty already came leaping like an arrow. However, when he saw that other thugs were also drawing their weapons, he quickly changed direction. They were after his life.

Killers must be killed. Since you want to kill me, then please go die. Hardened at heart, the fatty fiercely surged forward and executed a military Rank 2 cyclone flash, a secret technique that Feng Yi had taught him. At that moment, the fatty's body spun like a top, ignoring the inertia in his charge and suddenly flipping to the side before launching a powerful punch.

Crack!

The chest of the man aiming at him caved in, clearly doomed.

Yet the fatty's movements didn't stop. While spinning, he continued to approach the next person, followed by a lightning-fast elbow strike to the man's abdomen—sudden.

How formidable was the fatty's one-man combat ability? Back during the Mars training period, he was hailed by Feng Yi as a paragon of special forces combat. Forged through the experience of hitting and being hit, along with extensive battlefield combat, such a cramped space was more than enough for him to show his prowess.

"What are you looking at? You too." The fatty went crazy and cursed, continuously dodging the weapons' aimpoints like a fat cat, shooting out a leg that whirled fiercely like a rapidly spinning windmill. With a crisp snap, the man holding a weapon the second before now had half an arm, skin and flesh dangling lifelessly, emitting a scream with all his might.

In the blink of an eye, 5 brothers were easily taken down. The fatty's strikes were both surprising and showed how fierce his combat ability was. At the very least, none of these guys combined were a match for him in a fight.

But, the opponents were armed with guns after all, and the space was too cramped for easy movement. The fatty zigzagged and decided to slip out the door and make a run for it. As he darted around, he had his attention fully locked on the people behind rather than the path ahead. Scanning the path ahead briefly, who knew that he would inadvertently smash the back of his head into something beneath the door.

Damn it, who designed this stupid door, the fatty complained in his mind.

Bang...

Just at that moment, a bullet harshly shot into his unsuspecting back...

The fatty endured the pain, unwillingly stood back up, but he hadn't run a few steps before tumbling down again.

"Damn fatso, today I'll make you regret coming into this world."

While talking, Carl strode forward and grabbed the fatty by the collar.

"Idiot."

Zhang Xiaobo cursed and fiercely headbutted the unsuspecting Carl in the face, causing Carl's nosebridge to collapse.

Zhang Xiaobo was certainly prepared. No one understood the value of life better than him. Even though he wore a thermal underwear, he was donned in a bulletproof vest with densely woven metal fibers; how could he be unprepared in a fight against so many? The bulletproof vest could protect the body but not the head. Considering the number of people behind, the fatty didn't dare delay and used Carl as a human shield to slip out of the hall.

"I'll fuck your grandfather! The ones in the back, notify the higher-ups to stop him right now."

It wasn't particularly dark outside, and with the sensing devices, it was quite easy to spot the fatty. Of course, he heard Carl's last order and hurriedly pulled out the communication device without daring to bet on whether there was a scanning device on the other side. In desperation, he dialed the Blade Warrior, "Big sister, I'm in trouble here, send someone to support me, support me!"

The Blade Warrior was still busy with that bizarre and mysterious incident. Looking at the not-too-distant coordinates, she could only ask for Miss Mengdie's help. Indeed, apart from Mengdie who was more amenable to talk to, others were truly hard to ask for.

Before long, Mengdie was already standing silently before the fatty on the vast, snow-covered plain. She, clad in a blue garment blending with the sky and earth, passed by without the fatty noticing until the last moment, nearly scaring the life out of him. If he didn't recognize her, he would have thought he ran into a female ghost in the middle of the night.

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