Published: March 1, 2025
In the central city, Wen Yu had just finished dinner and taken a shower when he received a message from Wang Zhigang.
According to news relayed by Wang's subordinates, a guy named Guan Tao, the “underworld” leader, was already dead. Now, everyone under Guan Tao was managed by someone named Wan Ping.
“Wan Ping???”
Hearing Wan Ping's name, Wen Yu was instantly taken aback.
“Are you sure it’s Wan Ping?”
Seeing the surprised and puzzled look on Wen Yu's face, Wang Zhigang nodded slightly.
“It’s definitely Wan Ping, and according to the information, this guy has two faces on his chest that can emit shockwaves, one of which is Guan Tao's!”
Upon hearing Wang Zhigang's description of Wan Ping's characteristics, Wen Yu fell silent immediately.
To think that in a small Mudanjiang City, two professionals of that caliber appeared—Wen Yu would never believe it, even if he were killed!
It was a simple reason: there weren't enough resources!
Mudanjiang City could barely sustain one Simba, and to support another Wan Ping would have almost exhausted the local resources, including mutated beasts and zombies. If another one popped up...
Wen Yu shook his head, pulling himself out of the confusion regarding Wan Ping’s “rebirth” and directly asked Wang Zhigang.
“Where is Wan Ping now?”
“He's right in the headquarters of their group.”
Wen Yu nodded and walked straight outside.
Since he had been reborn, it was just a matter of killing him again. For Wen Yu, this was a very simple choice, and it was also a very simple task.
...
Wen Yu moved quickly, and it didn’t take long for him to reach the location provided by Wang Zhigang.
This was a huge factory area, surrounded by barbed wire that the professionals inside had set up, declaring that this area had an owner.
Wen Yu, with the stars overhead and holding the one-eyed pet in his arms, slowly walked toward the entrance of the factory.
“Stop! Who are you?”
Before Wen Yu could get close, he was already stopped by the guard stationed there.
Perhaps feeling that the guy in front of him, accompanied by two battle pets, was not easy to mess with, the professional guarding the entrance first picked up a steel knife from the side. Then he took out a communicator from his waist and spoke to someone inside the factory, regaining a bit of courage before striding toward Wen Yu.
“I’m asking you a question! What are you doing standing there? Don’t you know this is our Fierce Tiger Battle Group’s territory?”
Faced with the advancing professional, Wen Yu glanced at him a few times and directly spoke up.
“Is Wan Ping inside?”
“Who the hell are you to ask about brother Ping?”
Hearing Wen Yu's question, the professional immediately began to curse, wanting to reach out and “teach” Wen Yu a lesson.
Unfortunately, Wen Yu's question was not directed at this professional at all.
“Woof woof.”
“There’s the scent of Wan Ping inside.”
“Hmm.”
Wen Yu nodded knowingly, casually pulling out his firearm, the “Pulse,” and aimed it at the professional who was about to reach out.
“Wait...”
Seeing the gun, the professional was instantly taken aback, wanting to say something.
“Bang!”
The gunshot rang out.
Wen Yu stepped over the fallen body of the professional and walked into the factory area.
Since Wan Ping was here, there was nothing more to say—he would simply annihilate everything here!
...
Upon hearing the news coming from the guard room at the entrance, the professionals inside the factory quickly rushed out.
When they saw Wen Yu striding forward, along with the already deceased guard behind him, they were immediately astonished.
Then, the alarms in the factory went off, and the rushing professionals, armed with steel knives or ready to release their skills, charged at Wen Yu with ferocity.
Looking at the professionals in front of him, Wen Yu did not hesitate to draw out both the “Pulse” and “Frenzy,” targeting these oblivious fish, and wildly pulled the triggers!