"Okay, take to see your boss!"
Ryan said nonchalantly, his face calm and unflushed, not a trace of fatigue in his deanor. He had just killed more than a dozen people, yet there wasn't a drop of blood on him. It was precisely this that made the n opposite him even more terrified.
As Ryan slowly approached, several of them instinctively stepped aside out of fear, allowing him to pass. He walked up the stairs with ease. Despite being outnumbered, it felt as though the tables had turned.
At the top of the stairs, in the middle of the wide corridor, stood Banner, his face fierce and nacing. He was flanked by a few of his underlings, exuding an aura of danger, like a tiger ready to pounce.
The underling who had co up earlier had already briefed him on the situation. Banner knew that the ordinary-looking man before him was, in fact, a terrifyingly powerful killer.
Yet, Ryan's casual deanor and relaxed expression made it seem as though he was strolling through a mall—if not for the blood-stained long sword in his hand.
Banner glanced at the underling who had reported the situation, his confusion evident. The underling trembled, lowered his head in fear, and whispered a few more words to his boss.
Banner's heart sank. The man's attitude was unmistakable. This was the ruthless killer who had slaughtered dozens of his n without breaking a sweat. Ryan's calmness only heightened Banner's wariness.
Though Ryan appeared unthreatening, Banner's instincts scread that sothing was off. Facing the siege of more than a dozen n and three or four guns, Ryan's composure was anything but normal.
"Brother, you've got impressive skills. We can talk this through. I see potential in you. If you join , you'll have a top position in this base. Money, power, won—you'll have it all," Banner began, attempting to recruit him.
"What do you think? Interested? Or if there's sothing else you want, we can negotiate," Banner added, his tone persuasive. He wasn't foolish. Even though Ryan had killed dozens of his n, it didn't matter. If he could recruit Ryan, the loss would be worth it.
"Wow, those are so tempting conditions..." Ryan took a few steps forward, sensing Banner's sincerity. If it weren't for the system, he might have been swayed.
But now, Ryan sneered, "Recruit ? Make submit to you? Let ask you this—are you even worthy?"
Banner's smile froze, replaced by shock. His expression darkened. "Kid, you've got so nerve..."
"I know you're a good fighter, but so what? Do you see this? It's a gun. A pistol. No matter how skilled you are, can you outmatch this? Can you stop bullets?" Banner snarled, pointing the pistol at Ryan.
"I'll give you one last chance. Submit to , and I'll let bygones be bygones. How about it?"
"A gun? Is this what you're talking about?" Ryan smirked. With a flick of his wrist, a submachine gun materialized in his hands, its barrel aid directly at Banner.
The n around them stared in stunned silence, unable to believe what they were seeing.
"You... stop playing tricks! You think this is so kind of magic show? Ah—" Before Banner could finish, Ryan pulled the trigger. A burst of gunfire erupted, and the bullets struck Banner's wrist with precision, shattering the pistol in his hand and sending it clattering to the ground.
"Is this what you call a gun?"
Banner collapsed with a scream, blood gushing from his wound. The ground beneath him was soon stained red. His mind reeled in disbelief. One mont, Ryan had been holding a long sword; the next, a submachine gun had appeared out of thin air—and it was real.
No wonder Ryan had been so dismissive. With their limited strength, they were no match for him. It was a miracle they hadn't been wiped out already.
"So, I ask again—are you worthy?" Ryan stepped on Banner's broken arm, eliciting another agonized scream. Banner nearly passed out from the pain.
"I was wrong, I was wrong! Big brother, let's talk this over. I have won here. I'll make it up to you. There's a very beautiful one..." Banner kowtowed frantically, begging for rcy. He turned to one of his underlings and barked, "Go! Bring that bitch Rose out to serve this big brother!"
"Brother, please spare . I was wrong. Just wait a mont. I'll make it up to you. You can have any woman here. Do whatever you want with them," Banner pleaded, his voice trembling.
The once-feared gangster boss was now reduced to a groveling ss, willing to do anything to save his life.
As Banner knelt and begged, his underlings followed suit, too terrified to resist. They had seen their boss, ard with a pistol, get disard and maid in an instant. How could they possibly stand against soone with a submachine gun?
One by one, they dropped to their knees, pleading for rcy.
Seeing the underling beside him frozen in fear, Banner cursed under his breath. "Hurry up and bring that bitch down to serve this master!"
The underling scrambled to his feet and rushed upstairs. Banner forced a smile, his face pale and sweaty. "Sir, please wait a mont. The most beautiful woman will be here soon. She's the wife of A City's mayor. You'll be very satisfied."
"Your smile is disgusting. Stop it," Ryan said with a look of disdain, kicking Banner aside.
Banner no longer had any trace of his forr arrogance. He lay on the ground, humbled and submissive, like a dog wagging its tail for rcy.
"The wife of A City's mayor?" Ryan's lips curled into a faint smile. Her status was undoubtedly high. Even in the apocalypse, soone like her wouldn't live like an ordinary person. So, why was she here?
Before long, two underlings dragged a beautiful woman down the stairs. She struggled fiercely, but her resistance was futile against the strength of the two n.
Rose's eyes darted around in fear as she took in the scene—n kneeling on the ground, Banner bleeding and broken. The pungent sll of blood filled the air, intensifying her terror.
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