Su Mingan walked to the round table and met the drunken eyes of the four men.

"Ah, what happened to that good-for-nothing Awang? You actually let him back..." The man with slightly longer hair let out a big wine burp, his eyes were red.

"I, I'll take care of it..." A man stood up holding an iron bar.

"Alas..." Su Ming'an sighed, and his tone turned to compassion for a moment: "It's... it's really, really disappointing."

"What?" Several people's eyes turned cold, and the short-haired man seemed to be holding something in his arms.

"Games, you have to use your brain to think." Su Mingan squinted his eyes and pointed to his head: "Realistic experience is not completely useful. Just like now, how many people are locked up before you want to drink? Is it a celebration of your upcoming arrival?

A failure?"

"You——!" The man carrying the iron rod had a sharp look in his eyes, and his face turned red for a moment. He seemed to want to rush over with the rod, but the man with a short hair who seemed to have calmed down made a gesture to stop him.

In place.

"Let me think about it," the short-haired man stared at Su Mingan: "Awang didn't come back - you have killed him?"

Several people's eyes were startled, and then they looked at the ordinary-looking, student-looking young man standing over there with some confusion.

"Click." The iron box made a knocking sound, and blue flames lit up between the fingers of the short-haired man. He blew out a smoke ring with cold eyes: "That good-for-nothing Awang, he didn't have any defense at all. He died.

It just so happened that he didn’t hinder the team. You helped us get rid of him. We’re really lucky.”

"Did you guess that he might have left and never returned?"

"It doesn't matter, everything is under control anyway." The man pointed at Su Ming'an with the end of his cigarette: "Including you - the same."

Su Mingan smiled innocently.

"Let me think about the reason why you dare to provoke us like this... maybe the first personal level gave you a lot of points, and then you obtained a good skill, so you are confident that you can defeat us alone?" The man

Smoking a cigarette, clouds of white air floated up: "Or maybe you convinced the cowards who were imprisoned to dare to pick up weapons and follow you? But I didn't seem to hear anyone else's footsteps."

"How about giving it a try?" Su Mingan suggested.

"Okay." The man sneered and put out his cigarette: "Just give it a try."

The next moment, a dark pistol appeared in his hand.

"boom!"

There was a gunshot.

A bright blood flower exploded on Su Ming'an's chest.

[——HP-450! (Weak point attack, penetrating damage!)]

His figure fell to the ground in an instant, spitting out a large amount of bright red blood from his mouth.

"Crack."

The man's pitch-black leather shoes appeared in his field of vision, and then, the soles of the shoes crushed his head mercilessly.

The muzzle of the black hole was pointed at his head.

"Is this your strength?" The man smiled sarcastically and used more force on his shoes.

Several people behind also burst into wild laughter, and some of the drunk ones staggered with laughter, dropping their wine bottles to the ground.

"Come on, tell me, what words do you want to say before you die?" The man heard what sound the person below seemed to make. He leaned over with a smile, and used the soles of his shoes harder, crushing them repeatedly.

holding the man's head.

"I said..." Su Mingan uttered vague words. It was obviously an extremely dangerous situation, but his voice still contained a rising smile.

"What?" The man's smile deepened.

"——Sir, times have changed." Su Ming'an said.

The man's expression froze slightly.

The next moment, an extremely violent explosion roared——

…

The clone's self-destruction was very lethal. When Su Mingan's real body appeared at the intersection carrying an iron rod, he saw several figures lying on the ground and groaning.

"You...how could you have such a skill..." The lower body of the short-haired man was almost blown away, but he seemed to have good willpower. He lay on the ground and vomited blood, his eyes full of disbelief.

...what kind of skill is this.

Clone? Two lives? Two-line control?

The strength of this skill is a bit outrageous, and it is impossible to imagine that the player can master such a skill at this stage. He raised his head slightly and looked at the figure of the young man walking over there, and the blood bar in his field of vision was constantly falling.

…He’s going to die?

The short-haired man was still in disbelief. Although the pain all over his body had gradually become numb and was about to drown him, the thought of failure kept lingering in his mind.

He obviously already controls a team, controls the lives of several prey like a god, can easily take away other people's points, and support himself to be extremely wealthy - everything has just begun, he has just been locked from that upper limit.

When we emerge from the quagmire of a society dominated by violence, we face an extremely bright future that can be dominated by violence.

...Why did we end up in this situation?

"Wait! Wait, please wait..." The man vomited blood and begged: "You won't get any points by killing me! Let me go first, and I will trade all the points on me to you...

"

"I see, you use torture to force the players who become your prey to donate points to you?" Su Mingan stared at the man's eager eyes and smiled: "But, points are such a thing.

You need to be in close contact to trade, right?”

The man's eyes froze.

"You still have strength after being blown up like this. Let me guess... it's a skill similar to [Battle Continue]?" Su Mingan not only didn't step forward, but even took half a step back: "I don't want to talk nonsense to you anymore.

, it’s better...goodbye."

As he spoke, he suddenly noticed that a man who had been bombed into a corner suddenly stood up with a gloomy face, and ran towards him carrying an iron rod.

Su Ming'an stretched out his hand and pointed, and his clone instantly appeared behind the man who was rushing towards him. He hugged the man's arm in an attitude that was completely unafraid of death, and then he was hit in the head with a stick.

"Bang!"

Although there were no wounds on his body, the severe pain from his clone gave Su Mingan the illusion that he had also been hit. He squinted his eyes, stretched out his hand holding the iron rod, and stabbed the man in front of him directly.

throat.

【——HP-520! (Fatal injury, penetrating injury!)】

…

Su Mingan discovered the shortcomings of the bug skill of clone.

Every death of the clone was like a mental injury, which kept deteriorating his mental state. For example, when he self-destructed before, the hallucinatory pain that spread throughout his body almost made him collapse in the corridor.

fainted.

[Get equipment (unrusty iron rod)]

[Unrusty iron rod (white level): It looks like a good weapon, at least it can break a person's head.

Attack power: 4~10 (damage is increased according to the strength used)

Durability:6/10

Equipment requirements: One-handed weapon, strength requirement 5 or above

Special attribute: stained with blood, it will become more powerful]

[Combat power 195+6]

…

[Obtain items (Guide map)]

[Guide map: This is an internal map of the Central Hospital of X City, which may be helpful for exploration. 】

…

Su Mingan picked up the things and heard the sound of breaking through the air. He instantly switched his attention to the clone and saw the man with slightly longer hair picking up the table and throwing it at him.

He was just about to let his half-dead clone die again when he suddenly heard the sound of slight footsteps coming from behind.

"Wow--"

A bloody light flashed at the edge of his vision.

A bloody gash opened on the long-haired man's neck, and then the figure collapsed uncontrollably.

A handsome young man with a scar at the corner of his eye appeared at the intersection with drooped eyelids. On his fingertips, there was a blood-colored butterfly spreading its wings and about to fly.

The person who accurately took the life of a man was a mantis whose body was as green as a gem. The damage that appeared in an instant amounted to four digits, directly overflowing the player's blood volume by one times.

After it killed another drunk man, it flapped its wings and flew back to the young man's shoulders, its pair of blade-like forelimbs still carrying the blood from the human throat.

Su Ming'an met the young man's gloomy eyes for a moment, but he quickly looked away because the short-haired man who was still in the [Battle Continues] state was not dead yet.

"Whoa!"

Su Mingan thrust an iron rod into the person's head, and large swaths of blood-like flowers popped out from the ground.
To be continued...