362: What is Chapter 362, Linzi?

The atmosphere of confrontation was stretched to the limit, the sea breeze blew across the beach, and a spark burst from the charcoal in the campfire.

Bang!

Gunshots tore through the night sky; someone's finger must have trembled, or perhaps it was just a pure accidental discharge.

But that no longer mattered.

The first bullet penetrated the leading henchman's shoulder, and blood splattered onto the nearby reef.

That gunshot was a signal.

"Kill them!" A henchman behind Kaman raised his AK, tongues of fire spitting forth.

The beach turned into a slaughterhouse.

Bullets flew everywhere, piercing the tarp and shattering the reef.

Screams and curses mingled together.

The comrades who had been arm-in-arm just moments ago now shoved the muzzles of their guns into each other's mouths for the sake of those three illusory serums.

Fresh blood seeped into the sand, staining the yellow sand dark red.

Zhao Qiming had long since cowered behind the furthest large reef, holding his head with both hands, his body pressed against the stone.

Originally, when he saw the news that supernatural abilities could be obtained on this island, he just wanted to find a backing to gain abilities; now, he feared he was going to lose his life here.

Halfway up the mountain.

Zhou Kai leaned most of his body out over the edge of the cliff, a pair of yellow-green eyes glowing in the night.

The firefight on the beach below was completely reflected in his eyes.

"Brother Fan!" Zhou Kai turned his head, looked at Lin Fan sitting by the campfire, and gave a thumbs-up. "You're amazing! These bastards really started biting each other; as expected, we don't need to deal with them ourselves."

"Shall we go down now?" Zhou Kai rubbed his rough hands, eager to try. "They're fighting messily down there; let's go down and fish in troubled waters to snatch those few tubes of serum! Those are good things!"

Lin Fan leaned against the stone wall. "What's the rush?"

"If we don't hurry, the serum will be drunk up by them!" Zhou Kai anxiously spun around in place.

"Let them fight." Lin Fan's voice was steady. "The good show has just begun; they'll get what's coming to them later."

The battle on the beach entered a white-hot stage.

At the first gunshot, Hall rolled on the spot to avoid the strafing, scrambling and crawling into the main tent.

The gunfire outside was deafening, and stray bullets pierced the canvas, flying past his scalp.

He threw himself into the corner, digging the sand frantically with both hands like a dog paddling.

His fingernails split and fresh blood flowed out, but he was completely oblivious to it.

He touched something hard.

Hall yanked out the metal box. The shouts of killing outside were getting closer and closer, and footsteps were approaching the main tent.

Hall's chest heaved violently, Shafen's tragic death replayed in his mind—frothing at the mouth, convulsing, bones snapping.

If this serum was different from what he had eaten, then he would lose his life here...

But if he didn't eat it, once the people outside rushed in, he would also be beaten into minced meat.

Hall clenched his teeth, bloodshot veins welling up in the corners of his eyes. He reached out and grabbed a tube of serum, pushing open the seal with his thumb.

He raised his head, shoved the nozzle into his mouth, and swallowed all the viscous liquid in one gulp.

The empty tube was thrown onto the sandy ground by him.

Hall braced the ground with both hands, panting heavily, waiting for death or the descent of power.

Suddenly, a burning sensation spread along his esophagus to his limbs and bones.

Hall let out a muffled groan, his knees hitting the ground, and his hands tightly pinching his own throat.

Pain.

Muscles tore under his skin, and his bones emitted a teeth-aching friction sound.

But he did not convulse, nor did he froth at the mouth.

His brain was clearer than ever before, power surged within his body, his skeleton stretched, and his muscles expanded.

Black, rough keratins grew on the surface of his skin, and his blood vessels turned cyan-black, bulging on the surface of his body.

Hall stood straight, his head directly hitting the ceiling of the tent.

He looked down at his hands; his palms were twice as big.

It worked.

Hall grinned a mouth that split to the roots of his ears, revealing a mouthful of sharp teeth.

Rrrip.

The tough waterproof canvas was split in two like a tattered strip of cloth.

The mercenaries in the melee were attracted by this huge commotion, stopping their actions one after another and turning to look.

A behemoth nearly three meters tall stepped out of the tent ruins.

Hall stood in the firelight, the black hair on his chest swaying in the wind, a pair of beastly eyes gleaming with ferocious light.

"Sir...?" Kaman raised his gun, his voice trembling, his legs uncontrollably retreating backward.

Several henchmen whose eyes were red with killing didn't care about this at all, turning their gun muzzles and pulling the trigger at Hall.

"Go to hell, monster!"

Tongues of fire spat forth, and a dozen bullets connected into a line, pouring onto Hall's broad chest.

The bullets hit the cyan-black stratum corneum, causing intense pain, but he still took large strides, crossing in front of the shooting henchman in two steps.

The henchman was scared out of his wits, dropping his gun and running.

Hall raised his thick arm and slapped across like swatting a fly.

Bang.

The henchman's body flew sideways, crashing into a huge reef.

The sound of the spine breaking was clearly audible, and the person slid to the ground like a puddle of mud, his sternum sunken, dying on the spot.

The remaining mercenaries were completely dumbfounded.

Their gun barrels hung by their sides, and no one dared to fire another shot.

Kaman's knees went soft, and he knelt directly on the beach, throwing his gun far away.

"Sir! I was wrong! I didn't mean to rebel!"

With someone taking the lead, a large swath of the remaining people knelt down in a flurry.

Under the suppression of absolute power, all ambition turned into fear.

Zhao Qiming poked half his head out from behind the reef, looking at Hall with wild joy.

This serum could actually mutate a person; he stealthily moved closer to the tattered tent.

Karst Cave platform.

"Brother Fan!" Zhou Kai turned his head, his eyes red, his voice unable to suppress his excitement, "That foreigner transformed! It seems those tubes are the same as what I ate!"

"There's still serum in the box!" Zhou Kai pointed at the camp below, "That bunch of good-for-nothings below are all scared out of their wits. I'll go down and snatch back the remaining serum! Leaving this stuff to them is just a scourge!"

Speaking of which, Zhou Kai exerted force in both legs, preparing to leap down.

Lin Fan put a hand on his shoulder, and Zhou Kai turned back, looking at Lin Fan in puzzlement.

Lin Fan's gaze looked towards the woods direction, "Look at what those are in the woods?"