Only those who have approached death have a stronger will to kill.

It was still the crisp sound of bones shattering.

Wu Hui's eyes widened into perfect circles, his throat letting out a final sound like a broken bellows. Then, his head tilted to the side, and he went completely still.

This great overlord who could summon wind and rain in Guancheng had died just like that, at the hands of a lowly screw-turning wage slave.

There was no standoff, no shootout, not even a decent last word.

He died like a stray dog in the way, kicked to death with a single foot.

According to his original trajectory, he should have lived lavishly for another year before being arrested and sent to prison.

He wouldn't even have had to die.

Tang Ye casually tossed Wu Hui's corpse onto the floor. He lifted his leg and delivered a kick, directly busting open the door to the adjacent suite.

The door slammed into the wall with a loud bang.

Inside the room, two girls were suspended wretchedly from a metal rack, their limbs spread apart. Their mouths were taped shut, but they appeared to be unconscious.

Seeing that Chen Miao was still there, the heavy stone hanging in Tang Ye's heart finally fell.

Just then, President Yan's unbearable singing voice drifted out from the room's bathroom.

Tang Ye turned and walked back to the office, where Wu Hui's pistol was lying on the floor.

He strode over to pick it up, weighed it in his hand, and turned around. His arm was as steady as if it were welded to his body, the muzzle aimed directly at the frosted glass of the bathroom.

Behind the glass, a blurry silhouette was twisting about.

Tang Ye did not hesitate in the slightest and pulled the trigger.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Three shots, accurately fired, and all hitting their mark.

His immense strength helped him control the pistol perfectly.

The recoil was steadily absorbed by his tough muscles, and the three bullets practically hit a bullseye.

Three holes blasted open on the glass. The figure behind it suddenly stiffened, then limply slid down.

The humming from inside also stopped.

This President Yan probably couldn't understand even in death how he had managed to wash his life away just by taking a shower.

He could only blame the fact that the soundproofing here was simply too good.

It was also because Wu Hui was willing to spend a fortune on it.

Tang Ye blew on the still-smoking muzzle. A wondrous sense of excitement, mixed with the smell of gunpowder, surged into his heart.

So this was what firing a gun felt like. It was just a pity that there were no bullets left inside.

Just as Tang Ye was about to take the unconscious Chen Miao and the other girl down from the rack, a flurry of chaotic and heavy footsteps approached from behind, sounding like a group of people sprinting madly toward him.

"As expected, I knew it wouldn't be that simple."

Tang Ye muttered softly to himself, slowly exhaling a breath of stale air. The gentleness in his eyes was instantly replaced by an icy killing intent.

He had already gotten into the rhythm of killing; it wouldn't matter how many more came.

He spun around abruptly.

A whistling sound tore through the air, and a fist gleaming with a cold metallic light rapidly magnified before his eyes.

In a split second, Tang Ye advanced instead of retreating. He raised his right leg and delivered a vicious upward kick to the opponent's wrist.

"Clang!"

A piercing sound of metal clashing rang out, and that metallic fist was forcefully kicked upward, deviating from its trajectory.

At this very moment, Ning Qingcheng, standing opposite the hotel, couldn't help but cry out in alarm.

"It's an Ability User! To think that scum like Wu Hui actually has an Ability User working for him!"

Beside her, Lin Mo seemed completely uninterested, even letting out a yawn.

"Don't get so excited. He's not exactly a formidable character. Probably the kind of trash that even Yanhuang Awakening wouldn't bother recruiting. His ability development is a total mess; he has nothing but brute strength. He's only fit to be a high-level thug for someone like that."

Lin Mo could see it clearly: that guy could only metallize parts of his body, but his speed and reflexes were pitifully slow.

He could take a beating better than ordinary people, and his punches hurt more than ordinary people's.

The career paths for ordinary Ability Users weren't as plentiful as one might imagine.

After all, these Ability Users weren't invulnerable to swords and spears. But for acting as thugs, they were more than qualified.

The ceiling for this kind of ability wasn't high, and its floor was obvious. It was more than enough to bully ordinary people, but against a truly ruthless character, he was just a living target.

"Aren't you worried?" Seeing his leisurely demeanor, Ning Qingcheng couldn't help but turn her head and ask.

"Worried about what?" Lin Mo countered.

"What if he accidentally gets killed?"

Lin Mo smiled and shook his head. "He won't. With me around, it'd be hard for him to die even if he wanted to."

Only then did Ning Qingcheng feel slightly reassured, but when her gaze followed Lin Mo's divine sense again, she noticed a new problem.

"This Tang Ye has such a heavy killing intent."

In the mental image, the look in Tang Ye's eyes made even her heart palpitate.

"Because he almost died."

Lin Mo's tone was flat, yet it carried an unquestionable insight. "When you are only a hair's breadth away from death, you will understand that to survive, you must first kill those who want to kill you. It's a very simple truth."

Many people couldn't understand why some individuals possessed such heavy killing intent, especially male protagonists in novels.

The reason was actually very simple: it was because they had come close to death.

Since they couldn't die, it was better for the other party to die.

Inside the suite.

Having forced his opponent back with a single strike, Tang Ye did not pause for a moment.

He didn't know any exquisite boxing techniques, nor did he need any flashy footwork.

But he had the raw stats.

The Metal Man before him looked ferocious, but in Tang Ye's dynamic vision, the opponent's movements were like slow motion.

With just a slight turn of his body, Tang Ye appeared beside the man's waist like a phantom.

An unpretentious uppercut, aimed squarely at the opponent's kidney, smashed out viciously!

Alarm bells blared in Metal Man's heart. Sensing fatal danger, he let out a furious roar. The skin and flesh on his waist completed their metallization in an instant, becoming as hard as steel.

"Clang!"

A dull, massive crash echoed through the room, like a battering ram slamming into a city gate.

Metal Man was blasted off his feet by the tremendous force of the punch. He flew horizontally through the air and crashed with a boom, denting half the wall as rubble and dust filled the air.

Tang Ye shook his hand. A piercing pain came from his knuckles, making even him hiss in discomfort.

His gaze passed over the dozen or so security guards who had just rushed in, staring coldly at Metal Man struggling in the cratered wall.

"Scram now, and I'll spare your lives."

"F-fuck him up! Kill him, you have to kill him!"

Metal Man's roar, laced with pain and venomous resentment, echoed from the crater in the wall.

Motivated by the promise of heavy rewards, the group of security guards exchanged glances, grabbed their stun batons and telescopic batons, and swarmed forward.

"Then none of you are leaving."

Tang Ye's voice wasn't loud, but it seemed to drop the temperature in the entire corridor by a few degrees.

He moved.

No one could see his movements clearly.

The security guard charging at the very front only felt his vision blur before his throat was gripped by a hand like iron pincers. Then, a massive force surged, and his entire body was used as a weapon, swept horizontally into his companions beside him.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The crisp sounds of breaking bones and the dull thuds of bodies hitting the floor merged into one.

Tang Ye was like a tiger among a flock of sheep; every strike was precise and efficient.

Kicks, elbow strikes, knife hands.

There were no wasted movements, because no one could withstand Tang Ye's strength.

In less than a minute, the corridor was littered with bodies. Everyone suffered broken bones and snapped tendons, wailing as they lost their combat ability.

Some even died on the spot.

Tang Ye stood in the center of the devastation, still wearing his previous clothes. Although they were dirty and messy, at this moment, they didn't look too bad.

He slowly turned his head, his gaze locking onto the Metal Man, who was struggling to crawl out of the hole in the wall with a look of absolute terror on his face.

"Now, it is your turn."