Chapter 1 After the First Shot

But after that first shot, hitting Feng Bujue again became difficult.

Now that his location was exposed, Brother Jue didn't need to crawl and hide anymore; he could just dodge out in the open.

With his current skills, if he got even a little serious, he could disappear from the sight of ordinary people, and even those with exceptional dynamic vision couldn't keep up.

"What?" The middle-aged man's expression changed as the next three shots missed unexpectedly; clearly, Brother Jue's speed astonished him.

*Pa—*

Just as he was reeling from the shock, Feng Bujue flashed in front of him, kicking the gun out of his hand.

The next second, Brother Jue spun and moved again, appearing like a ghost behind the middle-aged man.

He grabbed the man's shoulder with his left hand, held a [Cola Handgun] to the back of his head with his right, and said coldly, "Don't move."

The tone in which Feng Bujue spoke those words was equivalent to telling the man—"The moment you move, I'll shoot."

"Heh..." Unexpectedly, the middle-aged man chuckled twice upon hearing this. "You think... a mere handgun can hurt Liang Feifan?"

Before he finished speaking, a chilling internal energy erupted from his body, causing the surrounding air to turn cold.

Fortunately, Brother Jue was prepared. He knew this little boss wasn't simple and definitely wasn't just wielding a special weapon. So, he retreated out of the range of the internal energy's attack in the first instant, backing up about ten feet.

With his retreat, he created distance between himself and Liang Feifan. Seeing this, the surrounding special forces immediately raised their weapons, instantly forming an arc-shaped formation that opened a net of fire at him.

"Put your guns away." Just as the special forces were about to fire, Liang Feifan suddenly raised a hand, ordering them to stop. He locked eyes with Brother Jue and said, "I'll deal with this one... personally."

"Ho~" Feng Bujue squinted at him. "You're quite confident."

Liang Feifan's confidence stemmed from his underestimation of his opponent's strength...

After that brief exchange, Liang Feifan's assessment of Feng Bujue was: This person is very fast; if he were to run with all his might, not only would bullets not hit him, but escaping the jungle wouldn't be difficult either. However, his combat strength is average, since he didn't even dare to withstand my internal energy attack head-on.

Thinking this way... Liang Feifan naturally had to stop the special forces from firing. After all, bullets weren't very effective against this target, and if he forced the opponent to run away, wouldn't he be letting go of the credit that was already within reach?

"Confident?" Two seconds later, Liang Feifan looked back at Brother Jue with a contemptuous gaze. "You're the one who should be confident..." As he spoke, he loosened his tie. "Compared to us, true experts who use 'Golden Nitrogen Pills' to increase our power, you miscellaneous martial art practitioners are fundamentally lacking by a hundred and eight thousand miles... Although your qinggong (light body technique) seems to be well-practiced, it's naive to think you can cause trouble here in Santiago with just qinggong, isn't it?"

"Hey, hey..." Feng Bujue listened to his words, internally complaining non-stop. "What's with martial art practitioners? And what's with this power? That bizarre script introduction insists on speculating... It's true that one can infer that this world has strong black technology, but what's with this dialogue that seems to be hinting that this is also a 'high-martial world'?"

"What?" Seeing Brother Jue's wandering gaze and thoughtful expression, Liang Feifan assumed he had the upper hand, and his face showed even more triumph. "Now you're afraid?"

"Yeah, I'm afraid." Unexpectedly, in less than a second, Feng Bujue actually nodded, replying with a blank expression.

Not to mention that this guy wouldn't feel fear at all, even if he did, his demeanor wouldn't be convincing in the slightest.

"Or how about this..." Feng Bujue continued before the other party could respond. "I'll surrender and go with you, and I'll tell you everything I know. Feifan-ge, you'll be merciful and spare my life."

Liang Feifan was also stunned. He hadn't expected... this guy in front of him to be so "sensible", actually proactively suggesting the conditions he was preparing to propose.

"Uh..." Liang Feifan had no reason to reject this suggestion, because capturing the intruder alive and extracting information was obviously a greater achievement than killing the target.

"Heh... alright." After hesitating for two seconds, Liang Feifan ordered the soldiers on either side, "What are you waiting for? Seize him!"

The smoothness of this development... made Liang Feifan feel like it was unreal. In less than ten seconds, two special forces soldiers stepped forward to search Feng Bujue and put on the [Cola Handcuffs]. Throughout the entire process, Brother Jue showed no signs of resistance, fully cooperating with their actions.

Then, they escorted Feng Bujue towards the headquarters building.

Two minutes later, Liang Feifan, who was walking halfway there, even took out a communicator to report the matter directly to Count William, exaggerating his "great achievements" in passing, describing himself as wise and mighty, like a divine soldier descending from the heavens.

What he didn't know at this point was that he... was already being affected by the [“Friend’s” Mask].

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Being "escorted," Feng Bujue approached his destination in a way that was faster than he could have moved on his own. In less than twenty minutes, he saw the "American Santiago International Agriculture Group Headquarters" building.

This place was surrounded by jungle, with watchtowers standing tall—easy to defend and difficult to attack, impregnable.

As he approached the building, Feng Bujue spotted a man in a brown suit from afar, whose data intensity was slightly higher than Liang Feifan's.

That... was Liu Xing.

He had been waiting here for some time. Seeing Liang Feifan's smug expression, a hint of displeasure couldn't help but appear between Liu Xing's eyebrows.

However, he didn't say anything to Liang Feifan. He seemed to be waiting there just to take a look at what the intruder looked like. After confirming this, he left.

"Hmph... putting on airs." Liang Feifan spat viciously, watching the other party's departing figure from afar.

Feng Bujue saw all of this. Although he didn't know the grudges between Liang Feifan and Liu Xing, nor was he interested in them, he still remembered this plot information for future reference.

Soon, Brother Jue was taken into the Santiago Group's headquarters building. At that moment, the system notification arrived...

[Current Mission Completed]

[Main Mission Progress Updated]

[Side Mission Triggered]

Upon hearing this, Feng Bujue glanced at the mission panel, discovering that [Explore the Jungle, Find and Infiltrate the American Santiago International Agriculture Group Headquarters] had been checked off, and a new main mission had been refreshed below: [Obtain Golden Fertilizer Related Archives and Leave the Building]

And beyond this main mission, an additional side mission had also been refreshed: [Defeat at Least Seven Santiago Group Management Members, Current Progress 0/7]

"Very good, it feels like this side mission can be done incidentally while doing the main mission..." Feng Bujue muttered softly after reading the missions.

"What are you muttering about? Hurry up and move!" Because he had just seen Liu Xing, Liang Feifan felt a bit displeased. Seeing Brother Jue slow down and talk to himself at this moment, he wanted to find fault and vent his anger. So, while scolding him, he deliberately walked behind Brother Jue and kicked him in the back.

And Feng Bujue, after being kicked by him, actually fell out in an exaggerated manner. He rushed forward face-down, squatting on the ground in a strange posture, motionless for several seconds.

The two special forces soldiers responsible for escorting him didn't know whether they should go forward to help him up.

"What are you doing? Playing dead?" Seeing this, Liang Feifan took the initiative to step forward and kicked Brother Jue's thigh again. "Get up!"

He felt that the other party was "playing dead" with good reason because his two kicks hadn't actually used much force. Even if they hit an ordinary person, they wouldn't be a big deal, let alone Brother Jue, a "martial art practitioner."

"Not playing dead..." A second later, Feng Bujue maintained his face-down squatting posture, replying in a lazy voice, "Just wanted to use this to block your line of sight..."

"Huh?" Liang Feifan didn't initially react to what he was saying, repeating the other party's words with a puzzled expression. "Block our line of..."

But before he could finish speaking, Feng Bujue suddenly straightened up and sprung to his feet, waving a string of handcuffs that had already come loose from his wrists in front of his eyes: "Blocking so I could take off the handcuffs."

"You!" At the moment of Liang Feifan's shock...

Feng Bujue had already made his move.

No one knew where he had pulled out a pipe wrench (Brother Jue had been searched when he was captured, but the other party only took away the handgun and some ammunition he had placed outside his knapsack), and with two *duang~duang* sounds, he knocked down the two special forces soldiers next to him. Under the attack of a level 57 player's legendary weapon, helmets were indeed just for show.

"Ha!" Liang Feifan's reaction wasn't slow either. At the same time as the two cannon fodder fell, he had already gathered his power and struck out with a palm.

That enormous palm force attacked Feng Bujue's chest fiercely, like a滔滔 (tāo tāo - torrential) wave, and was chilling to the bone.

"Tch... another ice-attribute move..."

The last time Liang Feifan's internal energy erupted, Brother Jue retreated without receiving it head-on because he sensed that strange "chill." Of course, there was no reason for him to withstand it this time either.

After muttering inwardly, Feng Bujue instantly activated [Spiritual Consciousness Convergence - Extreme], dodging this close-range attack, and took the opportunity to go around behind Liang Feifan, swinging the [Z Pipe Wrench] to smash down.

*Ping ping ping…*

It was undoubtedly impossible to knock down a small boss with a normal weapon attack (at least not for Feng Bujue, but a few swordsmen of his level should be able to)... so, this time Brother Jue used "Rapid Strikes."

Everyone knew his hand speed. Even without relying on any moves, simply "repeatedly hitting" could generate an extremely high attack frequency in a short period of time.

But as a result, his attacks hit Liang Feifan's back... and produced a series of sounds similar to hitting solid ice.

"Heh heh heh..." Liang Feifan's cold laughter followed. From this laughter, one could tell that he hadn't suffered much damage. "I told you... being fast isn't enough!"

Saying this, he shouted loudly again, releasing his internal energy outward in an explosion.

"Ha! I have [Heaven and Earth Great Art] within me, and I practice the [Ice Silkworm Poison Palm] externally. I can freely absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and convert it into internal energy, release cold poison, protect my body with cold light, be impervious to knives and guns, and split rocks and shatter gold with my energy. The capacity of the two energies in my dantian is like the sea, and the backflow pressurization can increase my power fourfold... How can you fight me? Hahahaha..." As Liang Feifan spoke, his data intensity did indeed rapidly climb at a visible speed, actually increasing fourfold.

"Ah~ ah..." Feng Bujue looked at the other party weakly and muttered, "Your lines are like a Hong Kong comic villain..." At this point, suddenly, his tone and expression became exceptionally sharp. "...Making this daddy fired up too!"

As soon as he said this, Brother Jue took a big step backward, retracted the pipe wrench, gripped it with both hands... and pulled it to both sides. The pipe wrench instantly transformed into the form of nunchucks.

"To tell you the truth! I've been hiding my strength all along! Actually, I cultivate the [Supreme Pole Divine Path] internally and the [Cross Chasing Soul Staff] externally, possess [Shadowless], and mobilize [Mahākāśyapa Dharma], divine power is boundless, staff technique is peerless, stepping on snow leaves no trace, Buddhist dharma is boundless! How can you fight me?" He finished saying all of this at a speed several times faster than the other party, all while showing off his nunchucks.

Whether it was because of the equipment's bonus or not, after Liang Feifan heard his introduction... a cold sweat broke out.

"This kid isn't telling the truth, is he..." Brother Fei, who was strong on the outside but weak on the inside, still put on a show on the surface, but was already feeling uneasy in his heart. "I remember Liu Xing also practices the [Supreme Pole Divine Path]... and ordinary people don't even know the name of this superior martial art. Could it be that he..."

"I'm a reasonable person." Feng Bujue didn't give the other party too much time to think, and continued, "You and I originally had no grievances or animosity, but you inexplicably used force against me just now. As the saying goes—an eye for an eye, repay double what you received. You... kicked me twice, I'll... cripple you, fair enough!"