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Inside the cold and damp factory building.

The air was thick with a nauseating mixture of sour sweat and bloody water.

The professional boxer's tall frame was hunched uncontrollably.

He recalled the fate of a disobedient piglet who was tortured until his flesh was mangled, screaming miserably for several days before finally dying of pain.

This man, who was originally quite tough, felt his psychological defenses collapsing layer by layer.

He couldn't stop himself from trembling.

His calves shook inside his baggy trouser legs.

His rough face was covered in a cold sweat of terror.

This fear of torture far exceeded the worry of simply getting beaten up.

...

Seeing the boxer trembling with fear.

The training leader named Danto stood where he was.

He took in the other's shivering posture completely.

As a perpetrator in this lawless land, what he enjoyed most was the moment of completely crushing a prey's dignity.

Seeing this Easterner, who had just dared to stand up and call for his compatriots to resist, now turned into a quail waiting to be slaughtered.

Danto felt a great sense of satisfaction.

However.

Danto's eyes darted around, and he said playfully, "I've changed my mind."

Hearing this.

The boxer's tense nerves relaxed slightly.

Like a bowstring about to snap, most of the tension was suddenly released.

He opened his dry lips, gasping for air and letting out a long sigh of relief.

Although he didn't know what this ruthless leader had changed his mind about.

He even felt a sliver of luck in his heart.

He felt that as long as he wasn't subjected to those inhuman methods, it would be fine.

'As long as I'm not locked in a Water Dungeon or have my fingernails pulled out, I can survive a few hits with a club.' This thought surfaced in his mind.

This sudden turn of events brought back a spark of life to his dull eyes.

However, at that moment.

The smile on Danto's face vanished instantly.

Then.

The metal gun barrel swept through the air, extending steadily.

It pointed the pitch-black pistol directly at the boxer's brow.

The distance between them was mere inches.

The smell of gunpowder smoke from the muzzle wafted directly into the boxer's nostrils.

Then.

Danto said in a stiff accent, "A troublemaker like you is better off dead."

At this moment.

Facing the muzzle of death.

The piglets around them, who had just been suppressed, even stopped breathing.

The boxer's face turned deathly pale, even his lips losing color.

The backlash from shattered hope was a hundred times more intense than the initial despair.

Cold sweat broke out on his forehead instantly.

It flowed along the contours of his cheeks, dripping onto the old vest on his chest.

In this instant, his life flashed before his eyes like a revolving lantern.

He thought of his daughter on a hospital bed far away in their home country.

That little girl, still hooked up to an IV, pale-faced and waiting for her father to bring back the life-saving money.

He thought of his family members who were waiting expectantly.

If he died today in this foul-smelling overseas factory, the fragile world of his home would collapse.

What would they do?

And in the next second.

Danto's face turned ferocious.

He didn't hesitate for a moment.

His right finger on the gun handle curved slightly, and his index finger pulled the trigger directly.

Bang!

A piercing sound rang out in the wide factory building.

The boxer closed his eyes in despair.

However.

Seconds ticked by.

After waiting for several seconds.

He didn't feel any pain.

There was no impact of a metal bullet piercing his body.

He could even feel his lungs struggling to rise and fall, air still moving in and out of his nostrils.

With an incomprehensible daze.

He slowly opened his tightly closed eyes.

Then.

When his vision refocused and he looked toward Danto in front of him.

He was completely dumbfounded.

...

The figure standing half a meter away.

Still held the gun-pointing posture.

But.

A finger-sized round hole appeared without warning in the neck of the fleshy-faced Danto.

The blood hole went straight through.

It was as if it had been pierced directly by something moving extremely fast.

Because the speed was so fast, the flesh at the edge of the wound hadn't even curled.

Immediately after.

The pressure in the arteries lost its restraint.

A stream of dark red blood surged out, spraying a mist of blood in the air.

Danto's eyes, which were originally filled with a cruel smile, were now wide open, filled with endless astonishment.

He had no idea what had happened.

The pistol held in the air slipped weakly.

His tall body was like a puppet that had lost its strings.

Then, with a thud, he fell to the ground and didn't get up.

His heavy body hit the floor.

But it wasn't over yet.

Some thugs on the scene holding weapons.

Those local militants who were just standing at the edge of the passage, waving belts with iron buckles and thick wooden sticks.

Every single one of them.

A small hole appeared almost simultaneously at their brows, throats, or temples.

They didn't even let out a cry.

These guards, who had been lording over them, instantly lost all support in their bodies.

The weapons in their hands clattered to the ground.

They all fell to the ground with a series of thuds.

Bodies collapsed haphazardly on the sewage-strewn floor.

...

Over by the despairing young woman.

Those two long-haired guards with fleshy faces were about to drag her away to assault her.

The young woman had been screaming and scratching wildly in the air.

Her feet kicked at the ground as she struggled desperately, trying to escape the fate of falling into the abyss.

The two men dragging her.

A second ago, they were still laughing.

With that scalp-tingling, lewd expression on their faces, they didn't take the young woman's resistance seriously at all.

Then.

The next second.

She felt the brutal force dragging her arm suddenly vanish.

Those two pairs of large hands, like iron pincers, instantly went limp.

Losing her balance from the pull, the young woman stumbled and fell onto the muddy concrete floor.

She gasped for breath.

Looking up through tears.

She was instantly stunned.

Within her sight.

She saw the thugs who had just been committing violence against her.

A hole oozing blood appeared on each of their foreheads.

Without any warning, they fell to the ground with a thud.

Then...