Chapter 76

Kill the leader?

Are you kidding? You are one of the members of the S-Class Club, and you actually want to kill the leader?

Wu Xiaode's eyes twitched.

The marksman immediately noticed the subtle change in Wu Xiaode's expression.

He calmly took his hands off the table, letting them hang by his legs, and with a smile on his face, he said:

"Xiao Wu, what's wrong?"

"I'm thinking about what it feels like to kill someone with a gun." Wu Xiaode gripped the pistol, a faint killing intent surging from his body.

Cai Mo and the others had dealt with Xiao Baihong.

Xiao Baihong had always wanted to kill him.

Cai Mo was dead.

So in this team of S-Class fugitives, no one was truly at ease.

They banded together only for some common interests.

Wu Xiaode instantly figured everything out and assumed a shooting stance.

"Brother, give me some pointers," he said.

The marksman glanced at him.

Wu Xiaode's gun wasn't even safety-unlocked.

Indeed, Wu Xiaode had learned some basic gun skills from the soldier spirits in this world.

But with just these basics, his shooting stance was barely passable.

In front of a gun expert like the marksman, he looked like a beginner.

Time jumped forward by a second.

"Do you want to kill someone?" the marksman asked.

"Of course, I'll take out those guys in the Empire's upper echelons, one by one," Wu Xiaode said through gritted teeth.

The marksman naturally knew about this and grinned, "Xiao Wu, you can just use your fists to kill people; a gun is more of a burden for you."

As he spoke, he placed his hands back on the table and began loading a magazine with bullets.

The matter from earlier was forgotten.

—If Wu Xiaode really wanted to act, he should have used his fists just now, because he was a martial artist.

But Wu Xiaode had a gun in his hand.

He hadn't shown any signs of being off.

The marksman relaxed.

He wasn't afraid of someone pointing a gun at him.

However, a new voice came from within him:

"Was I overreacting just now? This kid is always targeted by those big shots in the Empire, so he naturally has some resentment. It has nothing to do with me!"

Wu Xiaode put away his gun and said, "You're right, thanks."

With that, he walked out of the cockpit and returned to the carriage.

Xiao Baihong should be fine.

Eagle was immersed in the grief of losing his brother.

—The marksman wanted to kill the leader and knew the leader's true identity.

There was one more person to check.

The leader.

Now he needed to confirm her identity.

After all, internal conflicts among humans were easy to handle, but if something unknown and terrifying had infiltrated, that would be real trouble.

Wu Xiaode sat down next to the leader and said, "Sorry, leader, I ate a lot of your snacks."

"It's fine, they're not expensive. Just buy double the amount when we get back," the leader said, her head down as she flipped through the scientists' logs.

Apart from the secret on the last page, she seemed to care about the rock exploration content as well.

—This was a true leader.

She was calm, smart, capable, and decisive.

Hopefully, she hadn't been replaced by a monster.

Wu Xiaode took a deep breath and waited quietly.

The next moment.

A voice indeed came from the leader:

"Damn Xiao Wu! Those green bean pastries are the best among all the pastries! You took them all at once! You didn't leave any for me! You're so mean!"

Wu Xiaode: "…"

Five exclamation marks.

Alright.

I take back my evaluation.

…Actually, this mind-reading ability is quite useful.

Wu Xiaode opened his bag, placed the remaining green bean pastries on the table, and said seriously, "Leader, these green bean pastries are all for you. I'll eat something else."

"It's fine, you can eat them," the leader said indifferently.

"I don't like them; they stick to my teeth. I'll eat some bread," Wu Xiaode said.

"Sticky? I'll try."

The leader said this indifferently, tore open a green bean pastry, and slowly ate it.

At that moment, the surroundings suddenly darkened.

All the lights in this section of the tunnel had long been extinguished.

Then, the train began to slow down.

"Marksman, what's going on?" Xiao Baihong asked loudly.

"Five minutes to T5 passage—there's no power ahead!" the marksman's voice came from the cockpit.

Eagle snapped his fingers.

Butterflies emitting a bright light flew out from his fingertips, landing ahead in the tunnel, illuminating the way.

Five minutes later.

The train stopped at a platform.

There was no light here, and the entire tunnel was dark.

"What's happening?" the leader asked.

"It seems to be a remote control program. I think we should head back immediately to avoid any surprises ahead," the marksman said.

Everyone looked at Wu Xiaode.

Wu Xiaode stood next to the marksman, silently listening to his thoughts:

"This is a dead end. Everyone is gathered together, making it inconvenient to act. It would be better if the team members could spread out… then there would be a chance."

Wu Xiaode's face showed a hint of a smile.

"Everyone, from the tunnel structure diagram, this is a dead end. No matter what, we won't be separated, and we can maintain our strongest combat power."

"By the way, I'll walk in front, so everyone can rest assured."

Everyone's spirits were lifted by these words.

When a martial artist said this, it meant he was willing to face all dangers at the front.

The others could still escape if things got bad.

But the martial artist had no retreat.

From another perspective—

"There should be supplies and ventilation here. We can explore a bit, and if it doesn't work out, we can return," the leader said.

Since the leader said this, everyone stood up and quietly prepared to get off the train.

The marksman glanced at Wu Xiaode.

"Don't worry, I'll go in front," Wu Xiaode said with a smile.

"Good, thanks to Xiao Wu's reliability," the marksman also said with a smile.

Everyone jumped off the train.

The glowing butterflies gradually flew over from the back of the tunnel, illuminating the platform.

Naturally, Wu Xiaode walked in front.

But he looked at his soul power and his skills, feeling a bit reluctant.

If he could just sacrifice one more skill.

Silent Mist would be upgraded!

How could he get another skill?

The marksman…

No, he just had a confrontation with him.

The leader wouldn't work either; she just blew out a light. He'd need to find some earth-shattering secret to get another one.

Xiao Baihong was holding an umbrella and eating a cake.

—Why should he have to please this milk-drinking, organ-eating, manic child?

Eagle…

Wu Xiaode thought for a moment, then suddenly turned around and patted Eagle's shoulder, saying:

"I remember when we were on the bone dragon's back, you helped me block those people."

Eagle was surprised, not knowing why he was saying this.

"If there's a chance later, I'll come back with you to find Falcon's body and try to bring him back for burial," Wu Xiaode said.

Eagle paused, then said coldly, "Let's ensure the team's safety first. We can consider the rest later."

Wu Xiaode nodded, "Of course, as long as everyone is safe, we'll go back to that platform to find his body."

With that, he turned around and continued walking forward.

"Bang"!

A loud noise came from behind.

The starlight slowly rose, illuminating the tunnel ahead.

The Book of the Dead opened, revealing a line of icy small letters:

"You have gained Eagle's recognition and drawn—"

Wu Xiaode didn't even look, and said directly, "Sacrifice."

As he spoke,

The yet-to-appear icy small letters changed, forming new content:

"Skill progress is full."

"Your Death Trait Skill: Silent Mist has been upgraded to Level 1."

"This skill has gained a new trait:"

"Dirty Hands."

"From now on, the mist can condense into two physical hands."

"They will act according to your nature and style;"

"When you give no orders, they will remain hidden in the mist, always ready to assist you in battle."

"—Dirty people, dirty hands, invincible in the world."

"—Even in the realm of death, this is an extremely rare ability, striking fear into the hearts of all."

Physical hands…

From now on, Silent Mist would have two traits.

They were "Illusion" and "Dirty Hands."

Would this be useful in battle?

Actually, the more important thing was how to use it, whether it would be as flexible as "Illusion."

Wu Xiaode was thinking when he suddenly heard a noise from the tunnel ahead.

"Something's happening," the leader said.

Everyone entered a combat state.

Wu Xiaode walked to the front of the team without hesitation.

A wave of mist spread invisibly from him, enveloping the surroundings.

Suddenly.

About a hundred meters ahead, a humanoid figure appeared.

A lizardman.

It held a staff and stared at Wu Xiaode and the others, saying, "One of us was killed by you, right?"

The buzzing sound echoed through the tunnel, filled with pressure.

The leader said coldly, "Whatever you are, if you attack us, we will counterattack."

"You killed it?" the lizardman asked again.

"Yes, because it killed one of ours first," the leader said.

"Die!" the lizardman roared.

It raised its staff, pointing it at the entire S-Class Club team, and began chanting a spell loudly.

Swish—

An arrow flew over but was blocked by an invisible magical force.

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!

Gunshots rang out continuously.

But there seemed to be a force around the lizardman, making these ranged attacks ineffective!

"It's a ranged lock spell. Our strength can't overwhelm it, so ranged attacks won't work!" the leader said quickly.

Ranged attacks were ineffective.

Only close combat!

Wu Xiaode's figure flashed as he charged at the lizardman.

But it was too late. The tunnel was a hundred meters long, and the spell on the lizardman's staff was about to be completed!

The lizardman's face showed a look of triumph, and it said loudly:

"Wave of magic, engulf these—uh!"

Its voice suddenly cut off.

A hand appeared from the void, directly stuffing itself into its mouth.

The lizardman couldn't continue its spell.

It swung its staff, trying to force the spell to be cast—

Slap!

Another hand appeared from the void, slapping it hard, making it tremble.

The power on the staff dissipated.

The lizardman was confused.

When did humans invent this kind of spell?

Why could it stuff my mouth and slap me?

But there was no time to think about it now—

The lizardman threw away its staff, extending long, sharp claws from its hands, and took a stance.

Because Wu Xiaode was already charging over!

The two sides engaged!

Wu Xiaode's punch was like lightning, and the lizardman was not to be underestimated, drawing a cross slash with its hands.

Just as the two were about to clash, a sudden change occurred—

The two hands suddenly left the lizardman's mouth, moving up to cover its eyes!

The lizardman froze.

It couldn't see anything!

Thud!

It was punched away by Wu Xiaode.

"Cheater!" the lizardman roared.

A dangerous-looking crystal suddenly appeared in its claw behind its back.

Throw it, blow this place up, and the humans will all die!

Just as the lizardman was about to act, it found the crystal had disappeared from its hand.

It turned around—

A hand was playing with the crystal, then suddenly disappeared back into the void.

"Give it back!" the lizardman shouted angrily.

Wu Xiaode said, "Listen, is this thing valuable? If it is, I'll give it back."

"That's a super powerful magic crystal bomb—" the lizardman realized and immediately shut up.

"Bomb? You want to blow this place up?" Wu Xiaode said with a cold laugh.

He charged again.

The lizardman was about to engage when it suddenly remembered his dirty hands.

This time, it was careless.

When did humans develop such a shameless combat spell?

Is this the ultimate advancement of a close-combat mage?

Can't handle it, better retreat.

Call more companions later, ambush from the shadows, and deal with this shameless opponent.

I'll eat you alive then!

The lizardman gritted its teeth, turned, and was about to dash into the depths of the tunnel.

There was a hidden ventilation shaft there, which could help it escape the battle.

Call more people back and fight again!

The lizardman's toes touched the ground, and it shot out.

"Don't run!" Wu Xiaode shouted.

The lizardman's body had just left the ground when it froze in mid-air, unable to run.

It slowly looked down.

Two hands emerged from the ground, firmly grabbing its ankles.

Can't run…

The lizardman had to turn to face Wu Xiaode's punch.

But the two hands immediately flew up, covering its eyes again.

The lizardman froze for a moment, then burst into a hysterical, angry roar:

"You fight too dirty, human!"

"I'm using a fair and square blind-fighting technique!" Wu Xiaode shouted.

The two fought again!