Chen Fan walked out of the elevator, dropped the gun in his hand, and picked up a rifle from a corpse.
He had just straightened up when two figures flashed out from the end of the corridor in front of this floor.
*Dada*, the gunshots rang out.
Chen Fan rolled, his gun barrel tilted slightly, and accurately hit the two people.
The two figures fell. Chen Fan didn't check this floor and instead turned into the stairs not far from the elevator.
The elevator was still working, but Chen Fan had no intention of taking it again.
Being intercepted and trapped in the elevator was actually a very dangerous situation. It was only because these people were mostly from the underworld and lacked combat experience and military training that Chen Fan, despite his extraordinary strength, might have had to pay a price.
Through the intercom, various shouts and voices erupted.
Chen Fan, carrying his gun, pushed open the door of the stairwell and went up. After a few quick movements, he reached the sixth floor.
There was no one to intercept him here.
It wasn't until he reached the seventh floor that a voice came from the intercom, "He's not in the elevator, he'll definitely take the stairs. Block him in the stairs!"
By then, Chen Fan was already in the gap between the seventh and eighth floors.
The sound of doors being pushed open came from both above and below.
Fei Zheng'en's subordinates reacted quickly.
Chen Fan didn't pay attention, aiming his gun at the eighth-floor exit.
He saw the door being pushed open, and figures flashed out.
However, because of his lower position, he could only see the heads of those figures.
He immediately opened fire.
*Dada dada*, the gunfire spat, and several figures fell.
The people rushing out from the eighth floor reacted, shouting, "He's below!"
"Block him, kill him here!"
"Charge down!"
"..."
Amidst the shouts, those who weren't shot rushed out, and at the same time, they opened fire towards the stairs below.
The gunshots were deafening in the enclosed stairwell.
However, Chen Fan's figure had already moved from his original position and leaped onto the railing.
The gun in his hand spat flames, and as he charged out of the eighth-floor stair platform, figures rushing down fell in swathes.
Bullets reaped lives wantonly.
"He's above, kill him!"
"Dada..."
Those coming up from the seventh floor also began to fire at Chen Fan.
But Chen Fan's figure flashed, and he had already rushed out of the eighth-floor door.
Two men in security uniforms moved their gun muzzles, but suddenly felt a sharp pain in their brows, which were pierced by two gusts of internal energy.
Everyone who rushed out from the eighth floor fell.
Footsteps sounded from the ninth floor.
Chen Fan opened the door to the eighth floor and entered.
At that moment, a flash of saber light, like lightning, struck down at Chen Fan.
Chen Fan seemed to have expected it. Without even looking, he raised his hand and punched.
The force of the punch spewed out, and with a *boom*, a figure was sent flying backward, crashing into the lobby of the eighth floor.
This was a martial artist, and his skill was indeed not bad. The timing he chose was also quite opportune, but in front of Chen Fan, he had no room to resist.
After sending the person flying with a punch, Chen Fan suddenly felt a sense of danger and quickly rolled to the ground.
*Dada dada*.
A series of bullets almost grazed his body, and the smell of gunpowder filled the air.
After rolling, Chen Fan darted behind the counter and raised his gun.
With a *snap*, this shot actually missed.
The person firing was a skilled marksman, with excellent military training, likely an elite from the lower ranks of the army.
*Dada dada*... Behind Chen Fan, bullets poured down, blasting the door of the eighth-floor corridor into pieces.
"He's on the eighth floor!"
"Charge in, be careful!"
"He's tough, shoot on sight, don't hesitate."
"..."
The shouts were close at hand, and figures were about to rush into the eighth floor.
Chen Fan was caught in a pincer attack from both sides.
Chen Fan did not hesitate, and suddenly raised his hand.
A gust of energy shot out, like a white rainbow, striking the chandelier in the lobby of this floor.
With a *crash*, the chandelier fell, shattering into pieces on the ground.
Although it was still daytime, due to the layout and design of such clubs, the lighting was insufficient, and the light immediately dimmed.
Chen Fan grabbed a chair from behind the counter and threw it out.
*Dada dada*, gunfire erupted from the end of the lobby.
Chen Fan's figure flashed at this moment, pulling out a pistol and firing a shot at the edge of a pillar on the other side of the lobby.
With a *snap*, one shot meant death, taking the life of that skilled marksman.
At the same time, a large number of figures surged out of the shattered door, pouring in like a tide.
Chen Fan fired a few shots.
Lamps shattered one by one.
The light became even dimmer.
Those who rushed out quickly opened fire, bullets flying everywhere.
Chen Fan hid behind the pillar, and when the gunfire slightly subsided, his figure flashed, and he charged into the crowd like a ghost.
In the dim light, chaos ensued, with the sounds of gunfire, roars, screams, and various panicked shouts mixed together.
Figures fell one after another.
Once Chen Fan was within close range, no one could resist. The entire squad fell like grass, one by one.
Chen Fan had already dropped his gun, and energy swirled between his hands.
Half a minute later, the smell of blood was thick and pungent, filling the entire lobby of the eighth floor.
A figure slowly walked out of the shattered door and leisurely walked towards the ninth floor along the corridor.
At the corner between the eighth and ninth floors, two figures hesitated, hiding there. Seeing Chen Fan coming up, they quickly raised their gun muzzles.
The next moment, they fell.
The ninth floor was cleared. Chen Fan did not stop and continued upwards.
When he reached the staircase entrance to the fourth floor, two figures stood there, looking down, their gazes cold.
"Chen Tianjiao?"
One of them spoke, his eyes icy.
Chen Fan glanced at the two, did not reply, and leaped up.
The two attacked simultaneously, each throwing a punch.
One was high, the other low. The upper punch was fierce and unparalleled, while the lower punch was strange and unpredictable.
What was the same was that the force of the two punches spewed out, tearing the air, with wind and thunder surging.
These were clearly two Hua Jin experts, extremely powerful and well-coordinated.
They took advantage of the terrain to seize the moment when Chen Fan was not yet stable.
Chen Fan stopped abruptly, his hands moving up and down to parry.
The upper fist collided with Chen Fan, and the momentum of the punch vibrated, the surging force directly aimed at Chen Fan's chest.
The lower fist changed its form, turning from a fist to a claw, avoiding direct collision with Chen Fan and grasping at Chen Fan's wrist.
However, Chen Fan's hands trembled, and energy spewed out. Although he was not stable, his hands circled, and two streams of energy intertwined like dragons, sweeping out.
With a *bang* of collision, the two were repelled.
Chen Fan strode forward.
Seeing that the situation was not good, the two retreated further up the stairs.
But Chen Fan's figure pounced like a raging dragon. With energy soaring, after the two barely blocked, one leaped over the railing, while the other was punched by Chen Fan and hung on the wall.
Hitting someone like hanging a painting...
Even Hua Jin experts, in front of the current Chen Fan, had no room to fight back.
Chen Fan pressed on unhindered, reaching the top floor.
There was no lobby here, only offices on either side of the corridor.
As Chen Fan fought his way through, figures emerged from the rooms on both sides, their gun muzzles pointed at Chen Fan, spitting fire.
These people orderly obstructed Chen Fan, fearless of death.
A rain of bullets poured towards Chen Fan, but it could not stop his advance.
The bullets still posed a small threat to him, but the threat was very small, and his energy attacks could travel over ten or twenty meters, killing with a single blow.
There were some with considerable skill who could evade one of Chen Fan's energy attacks, but once noticed by Chen Fan, if they showed themselves again, they would not escape death.
Blood flowed like a river, and Chen Fan, like a god or demon descending, fought his way down the corridor to the center of the passage.
Behind a door at the front, more than a dozen women emerged, their heads held at gunpoint, trembling and full of terror.