Chapter 1 The Nick of Time

It was Li Ang who had arrived just in the nick of time.

He had Tang Rannuo waiting downstairs for backup, the two communicating via walkie-talkie.

He himself was wearing an ordinary black windbreaker, sunglasses, and carrying a bulging yellow opaque plastic bag,

Looking like an ordinary delivery guy, standing in the corridor, peering into the floor.

He used the Cat's Eye's hallucinatory ability to temporarily control the programmer who had suddenly turned violent, making him look like he was suddenly stunned.

"Holy shit!"

Seeing the scene on the floor, Li Ang's tiger body trembled, and he rushed forward in three steps and two steps, bypassing the crowd, and shouting to Chen Furuo, who was standing there in a daze, "Let's talk it out, don't use the stapler!"

He snatched the stapler from Chen Furuo's hand, shook it in his hand, and casually put it in his pocket.

The fat executive lying on the ground, still in shock, was panting heavily. Seeing Li Ang come over, a grateful, forced smile appeared on his face. "Brother, help me up..."

*Whoosh*—

Li Ang pulled out a shiny fruit knife from his windbreaker, stuffed it into Chen Furuo's hand, who was in a daze, and patted him on the shoulder. "The stapler is weak, this is more powerful."

Damn it! Another madman!

The executive cursed inwardly, struggling to get up from the ground, but Li Ang stepped on his chest, unable to move.

Li Ang looked at the executive seriously and said, "Brother, I see that your face is full of fat, your limbs are weak and bloated, and your tongue coating is blue. It's obvious that you have liver fire, high blood lipids, and clogged blood vessels.

You could have a blood vessel rupture or a sudden cardiac arrest at any time. So, you better lie here and don't move."

After saying that, he ignored the fat executive's struggle and inserted a knife into the floor next to the executive's neck, the sharp blade diagonally against the executive's carotid artery.

*Whoosh*—

Li Ang took out several fruit knives from the inner pocket of his coat and stuck them into the floor around the executive's body. As long as he dared to move, he would be seriously cut by the blades in minutes.

While sticking the knives, he said with a smile on his face, "Brother, I'm doing this for your own good. This is to exercise your perseverance."

The executive felt the coldness of the blades coming from his neck, head, armpits, and other places, and cold sweat kept冒出on his forehead. He couldn't turn his head, so he could only look at his subordinates with the corner of his eye for help.

Several employees came back to their senses, stepped back, and took out their mobile phones from their pockets, trying to seek help from the authorities.

Before they could walk far, Li Ang grabbed a knife from the ground and threw it out casually.

The flying knife rotated forward, brushing past the ear of an employee who had just raised his mobile phone, and embedded itself into the wall with a "thump."

"Don't call for help."

Li Ang smiled. "I'm very accurate at throwing knives."

This time, no one dared to move, and could only stand there foolishly.

The fat executive lying on the ground almost cried, "You... who are you?"

"Me? You don't even know who I am?"

Li Ang smiled and said, "In North America, just got off the aircraft carrier. Not much wealth, but lavish spending. Graduated from MIT, looks like Yanzu. Elegant, five-foot-one. Works at the White House, knows everything. Just got engaged to a European princess. Ruddy complexion and youthful spirit. Play Zhihu when I'm free. Too many acquaintances, so I'm anonymous."

The executive was stunned for a moment, his greasy face full of confusion. "...What?"

"Can't even understand this?" Li Ang frowned and said impatiently, "I'm your Brother Hu."

Faced with this delivery guy who might be a little mentally unstable, the executive didn't dare to make any threats, and could only barely squeeze out a flattering expression. "Brother Hu, you're my own brother, what do you want? I'll satisfy you as much as possible, even money..."

"Shut up!"

Li Ang glared and shouted, "Don't use your stinky money to insult me."

The executive was even more confused. "You, you don't want money, then what do you want?"

Li Ang said with heartache, "Is there only money left in the world in your eyes?

I just don't understand why such vulgar words that do not conform to the core values are so widely spread, and even some people are proud of this distorted value.

I don't know who these people are, and I don't want to know who these people are. I only hope that everyone can calm down and jointly build a harmonious and friendly city,

And protect our best Yin City.

Yin City upup."

Li Ang's tone was filled with heartache, but the corners of his mouth were smiling upward.

However, the executive couldn't laugh at all, he was crying without tears, and tears were swirling in his stomach. "Brother Hu, please spare me, I have old people above me and young people below me."

"Hey, don't always talk about old people above you and young people below you."

Li Ang waved his hand and said kindly to the executive, "Man is mortal. Your wife, I will raise her myself, so don't worry."

"..."

This time, the executive was really about to cry. Two lines of clear tears flowed down his cheeks. "Big brother, please let me go."

"Let you go for what? Didn't you just say you were going to invite brothers from the underworld to cripple this brother?"

Li Ang rubbed his chin and said, "It's too easy for a boss like you with hundreds of millions of assets to mess with a commoner."

The executive hurriedly shouted loudly, "I was joking, I was joking. How could I harm him?

Everyone works in the same company. I am responsible for management and coordination, and he is responsible for writing programs. The division of labor is different, and the personalities are equal.

Everyone is a good brother."

"Shut up, don't insult the word brother."

Li Ang said angrily, "Can you respect men? Hearing your words, I'm trembling with anger. I'm sweating all over on a hot day, my hands and feet are cold, can this society still be good, how do you want boys to live to be satisfied, my eyes shed tears unwillingly, this land is full of oppression of men, when can men truly stand up?"

Li Ang's angry expression did not seem fake, and the executive's brain couldn't help but freeze for a moment. He didn't know how to answer, and whispered after a long time, "He scolded me first..."

"Narrow-minded!"

Li Ang rebuked, "Why do you only see the thorns in other people's eyes, but don't want to see the log in your own eyes? If you don't provoke him, can he come and scold you?

It takes two to tango."

After saying that, Li Ang pinched the executive's neck with one hand, and slapped the executive's face back and forth several times with the other hand, the crisp sounds of slaps resounded throughout the floor.

"Well, it seems that one hand can also clap loudly."

Li Ang looked at the executive whose cheeks were red and swollen and his nose was bleeding, and sighed, "Let you know what the power of the working people is, and see if you dare to exploit employees while talking big.

In the future, you have to take good care of yourself, remember to drink alcohol on time, add a few cephalosporin pills to the wine,

If you feel uncomfortable, smoke more, remember to stay up late every day, wear short sleeves and sandals when it's cold,

Don't forget to browse Weibo when crossing the road,

Remember to eat more late-night snacks and don't eat breakfast,

If you are sick, just take whatever medicine you can find, and you can't reduce ten packs of cigarettes a day.

Do you understand?"

The executive's face was swollen, his jaw was dislocated, and several of his teeth were knocked out. His consciousness was completely blurred, and he could no longer say anything.

According to this injury, in the future, he will probably only be able to rely on drinking liquid food to maintain his life with a crooked mouth and eyes.

Li Ang nodded in satisfaction, picked up the knife from the floor around the executive's body, and casually released the illusion control over Chen Furuo.

After the control was released, Chen Furuo, who had been stunned in place, blinked his eyes, and the red bloodshot eyes faded a little, but his brain was still a little muddled.

"What...what's wrong with me?"

He staggered back a few steps, and the fruit knife in his hand fell down, just in time to be caught by Li Ang.

"Kidney deficiency, always after overwork."

Li Ang put the fruit knife into the inner side of his windbreaker, patted Chen Furuo on the shoulder, controlled him again with illusion, and turned his head to nod to the silly employees. "You can call now."

A group of employees were still trembling and didn't dare to move. Li Ang walked through the crowd, reached out and pulled out the fruit knife nailed to the wall, put it into the inner side of his windbreaker, and took the elevator downstairs with Chen Furuo, who was full of daze.

Downstairs, Tang Rannuo's pupils suddenly shrank when he saw him walking down with an ordinary person, and his brows furrowed. "Resolved?"

"Sort of."

Li Ang said casually, "But I haven't heard the system prompt that the task is completed.

This may be because the task objective of the second stage is to prevent the attack—I estimate that I have to make this programmer completely lose the ability to attack before it is considered complete.

This is not to say that I have to beat this programmer into paralysis.

As long as he is tied up with chains and thrown into a corner of the city where no one cares, until the curse is completely eliminated, it should also be considered complete.

By the way, where is your friend who is proficient in mystics and said to be able to lift the curse?"

Tang Rannuo said without hesitation, "He's out of town and can't make it over."

This was of course a lie.

In fact, her furry girlfriend was racing against time to rush over here, determined to arrive by Tang Rannuo's side to provide support before the task was completed.

After the task is completed, the shielding effect of friendly fire will disappear…

Li Ang nodded, but didn't tell her that his Cat's Eye special effect also had the ability to create illusions and conduct mental attacks.

Constantly controlling Chen Furuo with illusion can continuously weaken the influence of the curse.

The two took Chen Furuo, who was in a daze, for a distance and entered a dark alley.

Suddenly, Tang Rannuo's face changed drastically, and she looked at a hooded figure across the street. Her hands took out a complete set of knuckle dusters from the void, put them on instantly, and directly entered a combat state.

This model's title skill is called Wan Jia Xiong Meng (Crowd Attention), and its special effect is that whenever someone looks at her, she can passively distinguish the emotional meaning contained in these gazes.

This skill can not only predict the opponent's attack direction to a certain extent in life-and-death battles,

Usually, you can also detect hidden enemies who harbor hostility.

Tang Rannuo looked at the hooded figure across the street, fully alert, and shouted urgently, "He's a Wan Jia Xiong Meng (Player)!"

The visitor was not her furry girlfriend.

Without her saying it, Li Ang, who also felt something was wrong, directly activated the Cat's Eye special effect, trying his best to release high-intensity illusion towards the opponent,

At the same time, he activated the special effect of the Phase Boots, and the whole person sank to the ground, and under Chai Daixiao's drag, he moved rapidly under the surface,

Quickly crossed the entire street, rushed to the side of the unidentified Wan Jia Xiong Meng (Player), reached out and grabbed his ankle, and dragged him into the unmanned dark alley on the opposite street.

Li Ang's illusion skill could only last for less than half a second for this Wan Jia Xiong Meng (Player),

But when the other party regained consciousness, he found that his wrists and ankles were all fractured and broken, and he was lying on the ground, with the tip of the San Leng Gu Jianqiang (Three-Edged Bone Spear) already against his back.

Li Ang created illusions before and after this alley without surveillance, shielding the sight of pedestrians on the street,

And said coldly to the mysterious Wan Jia Xiong Meng (Player), "Don't move."

The hooded man didn't dare to move, and could only let Li Ang bend down and pull off his hat, sunglasses, and mask.

It was a young face that Li Ang vaguely recognized. Instead of ordinary eyeballs, his left eye socket contained a constantly vibrating mechanical electronic eye.

This was the teammate he had matched with in Ibaraki High School before…

Hei Deng Xia Huo (Black Trojan Horse)?