"The problem is huge, do you know how strong the penetration power of that weapon is?"

"How strong?"

"This weapon is designed with micro-pulse and secondary shell ejection for armor penetration. At such a short distance within tens of meters, it can pierce through alloy armor up to 1000mm thick. Even Sky Shadow Kexiao of that level would struggle to catch it with bare hands."

"No way, shouldn't we just leave then?"

"Leaving now means completely betraying them. Fatty, you keep them busy—I'll get the engine ready and wait for you guys over there."

"Eh? Why is it always me?" Zhang Xiaobo pointed at his own nose, only to turn around and find that Blade Warrior had disappeared without a trace...

Looking at the four people facing off ahead, and then at the direction Blade Warrior ran off to, Fatty suddenly felt the urge to curse. He really wanted to tear off that Blade Warrior, the bitch, the woman, the gossip—why did she leave him behind?

"But... even if this great one goes, it's useless, isn't it?"

At this moment, Fatty was habitually wrestling with his conscience. He was considering whether to make this fateful decision. Time seemed to freeze at this moment, and the world of black and white as if only his inner monologue was the only color.

"Go."

"Not go?"

"Go."

"Not go?"

"Go..."

"Not go..."

In the midst of this continuous questioning, Fatty fell into a mechanical loop...

Suddenly, an idea struck Fatty—flip a coin! At this moment, he had to leave it up to fate, since with his own abilities, what difference would it make even if he warned the two? They couldn't even escape.

Thinking of this, Fatty immediately took out the local currency, tossing it into the air without hesitation. The coin spinning in the void pulled on Fatty's heartstrings like Pandora's box...

His inner answer was, heads, he goes; tails, he takes off.

Thud!

The coin fell onto the hard-packed snow, and the result was... damn, heads up, even heaven wanted him dead.

Wait, best two out of three, that doesn't count. He hadn't said he would decide instantly. Moreover, with life at stake, he should be more cautious and think thrice before acting.

So, Fatty tossed the metal coin into the void again. Heads up, again?

No, no, no... best three out of five, believing that man is the master of his fate.

With no sense of shame, at such a critical juncture, Fatty actually played with the coin alone.

After several consecutive failures, he finally decided to put aside this childish and nonsensical idea. As a soldier, as a man, he should take responsibility. How could he flip-flop on such a matter?

Therefore, Fatty took back the coin and instead placed his fate on his own name.

Yes, that's right, his name was Zhang Xiaobo, but he had never studied how many strokes were in his name.

With this thought, Zhang Xiaobo decided for the second time to let the number of strokes in his name determine whether he should go or not.

Odd number, he goes; even, he doesn't.

Zhang Xiaobo quickly wrote his surname '张' on the ground.

No matter how he counted or looked at it, he thought the character '张' had seven strokes, in other words, odd number. So the result was still to go.

No, he only wrote the character "Zhang" but didn't write the "Xiao" character, so Zhang Xiaobo struggled again and scrawled the twisted "Xiao" character on the ground. Well, the term "kid" is definitely different since it's made up of three strokes.

MD, odd numbers again?

Zhang Xiaobo suddenly realized that today he might have some trouble with odd numbers—a bad omen when it comes to luck. Ultimately, he changed his mind and decided to make the last name an even number. In other words, if his last name turned out to be odd, he would turn around and leave; if it was even, he would go and notify the others to run immediately.

This time there must be no mistakes.

So, Zhang Xiaobo lifted his chubby hand and simply scrawled the "Bo" character on the ground...

"Bo."

With eight strokes, looking at the twisted character on the ground, the writing seemed to mock him silently, taunting that he could never escape. Cursed be the primary school teacher who died early—go to hell. Zhang Xiaobo suddenly felt an irrational anger, cursing himself out loud like a child who had lost his dreams, collapsing to the ground, staring blankly, and going into a moment of autism.

Wait a minute!

Zhang Xiaobo suddenly thought of something and hastily took out Blade Warrior's modified weapon.

Yes, Blade Warrior once claimed this weapon had amazing penetrating power, meaning the only reason he couldn't hurt Hasten Ressenbor was that he was on guard. If he launched a stealth attack, there was an eighty percent chance of success.

How could he not have thought of this?

His mind racing, Zhang Xiaobo didn't say another word as he slowly aimed the weapon at Hasten Ressenbor's position. He could see Hasten Ressenbor seemed to be talking about something with a few people; as for what exactly, Zhang Xiaobo couldn't hear clearly, but he knew that such a powerful weapon, even when used in a surprise attack against a master like Sky Shadow Mengdie, would almost certainly guarantee a hit—the average person wouldn't be able to react in time.

Hasten Ressenbor would be no different. No matter how skilled he was, he couldn't dodge this silent shot. As the saying goes, it's easy to dodge a jab thrown in plain sight but hard to avoid a secret arrow. If he could land a fatal blow in a critical moment, the man would be shot to the ground.

Buoyed by this thought, Zhang Xiaobo's confidence began to swell... Boasting military experience, he was quite confident in his marksmanship. Moving targets might pose some problems with hit-rate, but Hasten Ressenbor, who evidently hadn't noticed him, was like a marionette, a live target. Zhang Xiaobo was even sure that his next shot would accurately blow Hasten Ressenbor's head open—a hit rate of certainly over 99%.

With this thought, as the crosshair settled on Hasten Ressenbor, Zhang Xiaobo finally concentrated completely, holding his breath, and got serious.

As the trigger was pulled, a soundless laser shot out, the supersonic bullet didn't make any sound as it precisely aimed for the unguarded crown of Hasten Ressenbor's head.

Whoosh...

The whistling of the bullet tearing through the air was particularly chilling. Mengdie's eyes narrowed and dilated, her body flickered in place with a roll, dodging the bullet by nearly grazing it, stumbling back a step before stabilizing herself.

Looking at the scene before them, the fat man, Mengdie, Sky Shadow, and even Sara were somewhat incredulous—the fat man actually shot one of their own.

"What...? What am I doing?"

The fat man mumbled to himself, questioning...

"This idiot." Sky Shadow cursed under his breath and said to him: "You might as well come out in the open instead of sneaking attacks."

The fat man and Sara might not see clearly, but it didn't mean Mengdie and Sky Shadow couldn't sense it. His sneak attack was indeed unexpected, but even more unbelievable was that Hasten Ressenbor managed to flicker in place with ultra-high frequency, returning to the same spot, giving the illusion that he hadn't moved at all.

And that bullet followed its original trajectory and shot towards where Mengdie stood. With the bullet's initial velocity and Hasten Ressenbor blocking Mengdie's line of sight, she couldn't react in time, and even Mengdie had a narrow escape from being directly hit.

"Again, it's you…"

Sara said with a tone full of surprise, based on her understanding of the fat man, shouldn't he have run away as soon as he woke up? Could it be that his conscience made him decide to come and accompany her in death?

"Is it Zhang Xiaobo?" Hasten Ressenbor didn't turn around, but as if he did, he accurately identified the comer.

Xiao Bo, upon hearing this, decided not to hide anymore and saluted Hasten Ressenbor with clasped hands, "I am indeed Zhang Xiaobo."

Hearing this, Hasten Ressenbor's cheeks inexplicably broke out in a cold sweat. To tell the truth, he really didn't want to stoop to dealing with such an indestructible piece of trash. His facial expression was more of disgust, feeling that even fighting with such a thing would lower his own value, saying: "How about it, you haven't given up and still want to try?"

"No no no, I won't try anymore, that's enough, I was just saying hello," the fat man said, shaking his head frantically at a very high frequency.

What on earth is this idiot doing, Sky Shadow watched, his face turning green, and in a while, it turned to the color of liver…

Standing aside, Mengdie also seemed to have lingering frustrations and complaints, slightly swaying her body. There she was, standing up straight when she was sneak-attacked by her own people—no one would be in a good mood after such an incident.

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