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Identification: Human
Threat Level: Dangerous and Lethal
Combat Power:
Note: Dangerous and lethal is the limit of the rating, not his limit. His physical Combat Power has nearly reached the baseline limit. Host, please handle with caution!
What on earth is this?
Seeing Xu Duan’s Combat Power, Ye Wumeng’s mind momentarily went blank.
Nine!
Suppressing his shock, he had only one thought in mind.
Quietly leave, do not disturb this deity!
I—I’m called Dao, I didn’t bring my weapon. I killed a few people for Southern Industry, so I’m a wanted criminal, hoping to gain protection from Lanstad.
A burly man, nearly two meters tall, stepped forward with trembling legs, stuttering as he spoke. He was half a head taller than Xu Duan, appearing more intimidating, yet at this moment, he seemed unusually docile, creating an extremely bizarre scene.
Hmm, a wanted criminal? Come on, kill me and I’ll let you in. Xu Duan smirked, spinning the gun in his hand, the butt end facing the burly man as he gestured for him to pick it up.
The burly man’s right hand trembled as he took the strange handgun, glancing at the mountain of corpses nearby. The events that had just transpired flashed repeatedly through his mind.
He! Is not human!
His heart tightened; his fingers lost strength, and the gun slipped from his grip, falling toward the ground.
Clang!
The metallic shell struck the ground with a crisp sound, triggering a chain reaction that shattered the burly man's psychological defenses in that instant. He roared loudly.
You’re not human! What are you—human or ghost? Two people! Two whole people! Shooting at you means death! Not shooting also means death! I’ve had enough!
He quickly picked up the strange handgun from the ground and without hesitation pressed it against his own forehead and pulled the trigger!
Bang!
The burly man's pupils slowly dilated, losing focus as his body swayed unsteadily. Xu Duan took the gun from the burly man's hand and kicked his lifeless body to the top of the pile of corpses, holding the still-smoking handgun with an unchanged tone.
Next one.
This isn’t screening; it’s mockery! It’s slaughter!
He shook his head, forcing himself to calm down.
He turned and sprinted back down the path he had come from. Xu Duan watched the corner where Ye Wumeng was hiding, a faint smile playing on his lips.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
As he ran, the rushing air whipped past his ears. However, due to the numerous attributes he had acquired, Ye Wumeng's physical condition had surpassed that of an ordinary person. At his current speed, he could easily outpace Bolt.
In just a minute, he reached the entrance from which he had come. An analysis in his mind tried to determine what Xu Duan was filtering through, but the conclusion was simply: unknown.
There was no logic to it; it was as if he killed for the sake of killing, seeking pleasure through murder. This was the only explanation.
But whatever the outcome, it no longer concerned him. He needed to leave this place first and then find a way into the city!
Ye Wumeng bent his legs slightly and then leaped forward.
But just then!
A familiar voice rang out beside him, causing alarm bells to go off in Ye Wumeng's mind. He turned and felt his heart drop; his pupils trembled uncontrollably.
The little mouse has been caught.
Wasn't he still killing at the entrance? How could he appear here?
Ye Wumeng hurriedly dodged to create distance between himself and Xu Duan, instinctively raising his hands in a gesture of surrender.
"Wait! I surrender; I have something to say!"
He knew that resisting would be tantamount to seeking death. Surviving wasn’t shameful; after all, this wasn’t his first time.
Xu Duan paused for a moment, then smiled as he looked at Ye Wumeng and said, "Weren't you trying to enter the city? What do you have to say? Who knows, I might let you in if I'm in a good mood."
The more Xu Duan smiled, the more unsettling it became; his eyes seemed to possess some kind of magic that filled Ye Wumeng with an unprecedented sense of fear and helplessness.
What should I do?
Just go along with it for now.
"My name is Ye Youcai, and I'm from Southern Industry. I used to be a cigarette vendor there, but later I was pursued by enemies and came to Lanstad seeking refuge."
Due to the lack of effective responses, he simply adapted the words about the wanted muscular man and said them aloud.
"Southern Industry? Again with Southern Industry," he chuckled. "You say you're from Southern Industry..."
Xu Duan twirled the strange pistol in his hand, but before he could finish his sentence, Ye Wumeng swiftly pulled out a box of trustworthy Southern Industry Cigarettes from his pocket and handed it to Xu Duan.
Xu Duan paused for a moment, looking at the Cigarette in his hand, shaking his head as he continued, "This still isn't enough."
"Isn't it enough?" Ye Wumeng's eyes lit up. He quickly pulled out a single Cigarette from behind him and stuffed it into Xu Duan's hand.
Looking at the Cigarette in his hand, Xu Duan felt a twitch at the corner of his eye, momentarily unsure of what to say.
"What an interesting kid."
"Alright then, one last question. Come on, shoot me."
Bang!
The action was unlike any script he had ever encountered. The moment Ye Wumeng received the strange pistol, he shot without hesitation.
In his mind echoed the desperate roar of the wanted criminal at that time: "If you shoot me, I’ll die! If you don’t shoot me, I’ll die!"
"Then why not just not aim at him?"
The bullet whizzed past Xu Duan and struck the ground far away, kicking up a small cloud of dust.
Clap! Clap! Clap!
When I asked my final question, most people would choose to either commit suicide under pressure or genuinely shoot at me, losing their rationality. But you managed to keep your cool.
"Weren't you the one who told others to shoot at you? Who would have thought that either choice would be wrong?"
I could only describe it as... yes, yes, yes.
Ye Wumeng silently cursed in his heart but still showed no emotion on his face as he handed the strange pistol back to Xu Duan.
Taking the gun from Ye Wumeng's hands, Xu Duan turned it around and tucked it back into its holster. He looked at Ye Wumeng casually and said, "Remember this: once that person rises to power, this Lanstad won't take in anyone."
For some inexplicable reason, Ye Wumeng shivered under that gaze but still nodded in agreement.
"Sign your name here, and find the Coordination Center before two o'clock. Someone will deliver your identification to you. By the way, it's a Third Level one," Xu Duan said.
He handed Ye Wumeng a form that resembled a sheet of paper, along with a pencil. Well, a pencil would do.
As Ye Wumeng filled out the information sheet, he asked Xu Duan about the benefits of the Third Level identification.
"The resident levels in Lanst Camp are divided into four tiers: the lowest being one and the highest four. Generally, the refugees entering through the main gate don’t have any level," Xu Duan explained. "The Third Level identification is basically the highest rank you can obtain without making any significant contributions to the camp. It allows for more purchasing options and some discounts when buying things. But most importantly, it enables you to participate in basic infrastructure projects within the camp, like opening a shop or something similar."
"That sounds pretty good," Ye Wumeng thought, feeling that Xu Duan didn’t seem so intimidating after all.
"By the way, aren’t you still screening people? What about those others?" he asked as he finished writing and returned the paper to Xu Duan.
"If I remember correctly, there should be about a few people left over there," Ye Wumeng continued. "Aren't you worried they might take this opportunity to sneak into the city?"
"They? They're dead," Xu Duan replied casually, as if he were swatting a few mosquitoes.
Ye Wumeng's eyes twitched slightly, silently retracting his previous assessment of him. This guy was a killing machine! From now on, he would steer clear of him!
After all, Ye Wumeng wasn’t someone who liked to leave his fate in others' hands. Well, extreme situations aside!
"Uh, just follow the pipe; you should be familiar with it by now. You can enter the city from here," Xu Duan said.
Hearing his words, Ye Wumeng jumped into the pit and started running for his life.
"Am I really that scary?" Xu Duan chuckled, pulling out the cigarette that Ye Wumeng had given him earlier from Southern Industry. He glanced at it briefly before putting it back in his pocket.
"This cigarette doesn’t seem like it’s from Southern Industry."
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