Chapter 2 The Fate of Being Rejected and Hated

Faced with Fang Senyan's actions, a chilling light that was absolutely unlike that of a human being appeared in the bartender's eyes; it was completely like the way a creature at the top of the food chain observes those at the bottom.

Fang Senyan really didn't want to cause trouble—at least not before he awakened—but frustratingly, the development of this world doesn't shift according to one's subjective wishes.

Just like now, who would have known that this guy's secret would be revealed right before his eyes? Okay, since he saw something he shouldn't have, there's no point in saying anything. Even if Fang Senyan didn't beckon, would that guy just let it go?

The bartender slowly walked over, and even bowed politely to Fang Senyan, saying:

"Sir, what can I get for you?"

The fat black guy, Martin, was busy breaking through the defenses, successfully reaching into the chest of the girl next to him. Hearing the bartender speak so seriously, he said in surprise:

"Ritz, wow, aren't you coming over to have a drink with us? Today you have to make me your best Fiery Ice, and remember to add some Spanish fly."

Ritz turned his head, a flawless smile on his face:

"Of course, but I have to ask Steven what he needs first."

Martin impatiently shouted:

"Ritz, he had a little accident today, so the best thing for his health is water and bread. If you put liquor and a girl's plump butt in front of him, you'll only be hurting him!"

Fang Senyan could also feel the friendship of these rude guys, so he didn't plan to involve them. He pressed his temples, swayed a few times, and grumbled:

"Martin, you bastard! Knowing that I can't touch alcohol and women, you still brought me to this damn place. Are you doing this on purpose? My head hurts like it's about to split in two, so I really need to get some fresh air."

Martin and the others burst into laughter:

"Oh! You're finished, daring to call this place a damn place! This is Ritz's beloved bar, more than his own wife. Just wait, either Ritz will kill you himself, or the bill he gives you will make you want to commit suicide!"

Fang Senyan staggered, supporting himself against the wall, walked out of the back door of the bar, and left everyone's sight. He immediately ran, but after running five or six hundred meters, he ran into a narrow dead end because he wasn't familiar with the terrain.

It was very messy here, full of garbage and sewage, and even traces of urination and defecation. The damp stench was nauseating, and drug addicts liked to choose this kind of place to enter a state of blissful immortality—because the police rarely came to this kind of place—behind the glamorous New York City, there were also dirty and chaotic negatives.

"You are not Steven," a voice suddenly came from behind Fang Senyan.

"Your sprinting speed just now has reached about 6 seconds per 100 meters. Not to mention that Steven, who had nephritis, gallstones, Meniere's syndrome, and mild fatty liver, couldn't run that fast, even the most talented Olympic champion in running couldn't reach that speed."

Fang Senyan spread his hands and sighed:

"You're not the bartender either, are you?"

Ritz's answer was wonderful:

"When I'm in the bar, what appears before you is the polite Earthling bartender, Ritz. When facing drunken Earthlings, I am Ritz, a researcher of the Three Dwarfs Star stationed on Earth. When facing an unknown monster like you, who is full of disgusting and suffocating bloody stench, I am Ritz, the second-class military attache of the Three Dwarfs Star stationed on Earth, a defender."

"So that's how it is. Because they carry the bloody world invitation, the participating members are also disgusted, rejected, and attacked by aliens hidden among humans when they stay in this world?"

A realization arose in Fang Senyan's heart. He took a step forward and said in a deep voice:

"Then come on, I'm in a hurry."

A strange smile appeared on the corner of the bartender Ritz's mouth, and then he suddenly stretched out his hands, grabbed his head, and twisted it hard!

This twist actually twisted his head off in an extremely bizarre way, and then he threw it to Fang Senyan.

Fearing that it was a bomb or something, Fang Senyan immediately dodged, but as soon as the head landed, it rolled and spread out a large amount of white smoke, like an extremely dense fog, quickly covering the alley, and the visibility immediately dropped to less than half a meter.

Fang Senyan slowly pulled out the +7 Wesson, and then unhesitatingly followed the exit of the alley in his memory and strode away. Obviously, fighting this guy in the thick fog was definitely not a wise thing, and it could be seen that Ritz also seemed to value his Earthling identity and didn't want to make things big.

There was also another advantage to doing this, which was to take the initiative. Fang Senyan had calculated that it would take about thirty-one seconds for him to walk from the alley to the street at his speed. If he waited in place, then Ritz could always lurk in the dark, while Fang Senyan would have to be on guard at all times, and this would drag Fang Senyan down.

But now that Fang Senyan left, he forced Ritz to attack within thirty-one seconds. The benefits of this were not difficult to imagine.

The sound of wind suddenly sounded from Fang Senyan's right side, and Fang Senyan raised his arm to block.

With a "clang," it was a garbage can that had been thrown over.

At this time, the thick fog surged on Fang Senyan's left side, and Ritz, without his head, rushed over extremely quickly. Fang Senyan, who was on guard, pushed his knife horizontally, and the blade of the +7 Wesson immediately cut into his chest and abdomen. However, the feeling from the blade was very strange, very difficult, tough, and dense, as if this guy's skin was made of calluses, and was a full foot thick!

Ritz, who had been slashed, didn't feel any pain, and his knee hit Fang Senyan's stomach. Fang Senyan grunted, suddenly stretched out his right hand, raised it high, and then drew an arc in the air, shrinking his flattened palm tightly in the air like a bird's beak, and then pierced it into the cross-section of Ritz's neck!

Milky white liquid splashed out, and fresh red blood mixed together. The twisted and deformed spine was grabbed by Fang Senyan, but a smooth and hard feeling came from his fingers, as if it were made of steel. Obviously, this body was a specially made biochemical body, like clothes worn by aliens. Such injuries would not cause them to feel pain.

At the same time, Fang Senyan felt that sharp bone spurs had grown out of Ritz's knees, and were thrusting towards him. His left elbow immediately swept across, hitting the guy's throat hard. The laryngeal prominence under the skin deformed and shattered, and the vocal cords were also pulled, making a creaking sound. More importantly, Fang Senyan knocked Ritz flying, and his next attack naturally failed. After landing, he fell into a pile of garbage cans and other things with a thud.

However, at this moment, Ritz, who had fallen out of the air, managed to turn around. Something unexpected happened to Fang Senyan. The clothes on his upper body were suddenly torn apart by a huge force, and then the left half of his rib cage popped open like a door, revealing a deep, reddish-pink pit below!

In that instant, this short, thick, reddish-pink pit shrank suddenly, then swelled up, and sprayed a viscous dark green liquid at Fang Senyan. The liquid made a squeaking sound in the air, and also emitted a pungent smell. Fang Senyan was caught off guard and was contaminated with a little, and immediately felt as if he had been burned by a hot iron, corroding into his skin and flesh.

Not only that, but after the dark green liquid corroded his skin for a while, it suddenly ignited into black flames. The more Fang Senyan patted, the more violently it burned, and his health points also dropped rapidly.

Under such circumstances, Fang Senyan still continued to escape out of the thick fog without hesitation. Obviously, Fang Senyan's behavior was exactly what Ritz didn't want to see. He hit his vitals, and his stomach roared with a muffled sound as if convulsing. He grabbed the right half of his rib cage again, and pulled it hard. Immediately, two dead white ribs could be seen rotating and hitting Fang Senyan. The other end of these two ribs seemed to be held in an invisible big hand, showing an irregular flight, but the ends of their trajectories all hit Fang Senyan.

Fang Senyan had clearly made a quick dodging posture, but the thick fog around his body quickly condensed and gathered, making Fang Senyan feel like he was wrapped in a layer of viscous substance, making his movements very unsmooth. He groaned, and slashed out with his knife, wiping across the two flying "ribs", but found that these things were not as hard as bones, but rather flexible.

Taking advantage of the moment when the +7 Wesson heavily slashed onto a rib, Fang Senyan realized that this thing was not a rib at all, but a strange creature twisted together like a snake. Even with the sharpness of the +7 Wesson, he still failed to cut it off. Instead, it raised its head and probed forward, and its saw-toothed mouthparts were about to bite Fang Senyan.

This creature looked very much like a sandworm in the sea. Fang Senyan grabbed the middle section of the creature with his backhand, and then pierced it into the ground, but his arm was also bitten, and a large mass of flesh was immediately cut off from Fang Senyan. The flesh was cylindrical in shape, and the edges were very smooth and regular. Its attack power was obviously not low.

Taking advantage of the moment when Fang Senyan was intercepted, the "bones" on Ritz's body popped out one after another, turning into this kind of ferocious worm and attacking through the air, completely blocking Fang Senyan's path to escape from the thick fog.

But at this moment, a strange smile appeared on the face of Fang Senyan, who seemed to have run out of tricks.

This chapter is to make up for yesterday's third update.