Cultivating through increasing my stats in America Chapter 504 - 293: Charging Straight to Headquarters

Perhaps it was the equipnt from Professor Rupert that was formidable, or maybe Li Ang had just tid it right to slip through an overlooked mont by security, but either way, he was in.

Next, drawing from his previous experience, he naturally started looking for the leadership.

These individuals were not only easy to find, often marked by specific signs, but were also extrely useful, essentially the key to unlocking a wealth of opportunities.

Moreover, after capturing a leader, he wouldn’t have to worry about them using any mass destruction weapons, so safety was significantly enhanced.

However, halfway through, Li Ang suddenly rembered a serious problem, "Damn it, what if all the leaders were attending that competition?"

Fortunately, he soon found a place that truly reflected the Japanese dedication to craftsmanship, the "Leader’s whereabouts for today" board.

Li Ang saw that most leaders were indeed away that day, with only one deputy leader on duty in the building.

Well, there was no other option, it had to be you, who said a deputy doesn’t count as a leader.

After entering the building, unsurprisingly, security everywhere required card scans, palm prints, or iris recognition.

Li Ang couldn’t be bothered to disguise himself anymore, his approach was straightforward brute force, whether it was a turnstile, a reinforced glass door, or a regular wooden door, he never needed a second kick.

When he kicked open the first door, the alarm bells rang throughout the building, and by the ti soone responded and arrived, Li Ang had already entered the staircase.

"Stop, your actions have violated the law, please leave imdiately."

"Bastard! What are you doing?"

Security personnel quickly followed, launching into a verbal barrage.

Maybe it was the way Li Ang had opened the doors that made them only dare to keep a safe distance from him, afraid to co too close.

Li Ang completely ignored them and headed straight upstairs.

But soon, he was confronted by a man with long hair and a samurai sword at his waist.

"My na is Takahai Gao’oka, please hold your steps."

It had to be said, both his attire and the tone of his speech were quite old-fashioned.

Seeing that Li Ang didn’t react to him speaking Japanese, Takahai Gao’oka even repeated himself in Chinese.

His confidence in introducing himself right from the start ca from his formidable strength.

When X-level Mutant Warriors weren’t involved, his power was nearly at the ceiling of S-level.

The organization had actually invited him to the competition, but he simply asked pretentiously, "Is killing allowed?"

When he received a negative answer, he disdainfully said, "A battle that does not involve life and death is a waste of my ti." and decisively refused to participate.

Unfortunately, Li Ang had never heard of his na, nor would he stop because of Gao’oka’s presence.

In a flash, Li Ang had already entered his striking range.

Seeing this, Gao’oka couldn’t be bothered to speak further, and went straight for a swift sword draw aid at Li Ang’s neck.

This movent was intended for a one-strike fatal blow. Although drawing the sword seed like just the beginning of a swordfight, it was actually the most lethal move, aid to be unexpected, fast, accurate, and ruthless.

But when the sword was swung, to Gao’oka’s shock, Li Ang was still standing unhard in front of him, even closer than before.

Yet, how could that be possible? His strike felt no resistance; how could it have completely missed him?

Gao’oka’s mind was filled with frantic questions. He even wondered if he had already sliced through Li Ang’s neck but the blood hadn’t started flowing due to the speed of his cut?

As Gao’oka was lost in his fantasy, Li Ang had grabbed his neck with one hand, squeezed it tightly, and then discarded his body to the side.

The security personnel below were huffing and puffing their way upstairs, anxious not to be seen as neglectful by their leaders.

The unexpected drop of a body in front of them halted everyone’s steps, as if facing a ferocious beast.

How long had the man been out of their sight? Eight seconds, or perhaps ten?

Yet, in such a short span of ti, the body of the invincible Takahai Gao’oka was thrown in front of them.

No visible injuries except a twisted neck like a pretzel, and his unfocused eyes conveyed a shockingly incomprehensible sentint.

This was clearly beyond their capability to deal with!

If that were the case, they believed Mr. An Yuan would understand their difficulties.

With that thought, they all tacitly began to move slowly upwards, where they had once climbed three steps at a ti, now they barely managed one in three.

It was uncertain whether the low level of security was due to strict gun control or because they had never encountered anyone stirring trouble before, but the security level here was even a notch below where Li Ang had previously visited, the [Unknown] headquarters.

Back then, Li Ang had to smash his way into the grand leader’s office using tools he carried, but this ti, it only took him three kicks to break through the door.

Of course, this was partly due to his substantially improved strength.

Whether resigned to his fate or naturally bold, Matou An Yuan remained calmly seated at his desk after Li Ang walked in.