436: Lao Liu escapes from danger

"De... deal! Save Lao Liu, and I'll stop fighting immediately."

Pan Han had no choice; he could only agree to Number 5.

"Fine." After saying this, Number 5 released his control and walked straight to Lao Liu's side.

The surrounding special operations team members were intimidated by his powerful aura; no one dared to stop him.

Number 5 lowered his head and glanced at Lao Liu: "Tsk tsk, injured so severely. Good thing I arrived in time. And good thing you have a group of good brothers."

At this moment, Lao Liu had entered a dying state, his consciousness having returned to when he was ten years old.

That year, his younger sister was only seven.

Lao Liu opened his eyes and saw, held in his arms, the body of his younger sister, flattened by a precast concrete slab.

There wasn't a single bone in her entire body that was intact.

The sister spat out blood, and one of her eyeballs had fallen out. She whispered to Lao Liu, "Brother, I'm in pain."

Lao Liu's hands had nowhere to rest, and he could only keep stroking his sister's cheek.

In the end, he watched as his sister passed away.

All of this was just because, in a moment of fear, he hadn't pushed his sister away in time.

A precast concrete slab, out of control due to a car accident, had slammed solidly onto her.

From then on, Lao Liu lost his sister and could only keep company with a single photograph.

"Lao Liu, wake up."

At this moment, a strange voice came from behind his head.

Lao Liu turned back to look and saw a bald man in black clothes standing behind him.

"Who are you?" Lao Liu hurriedly stood up, subconsciously entering an attack stance.

"I'm here to save you."

"Am I dead?" Lao Liu looked at his own body, which was already translucent, and then recalled his serious injury, seemingly realizing something.

"Hmm, almost." Number 5 rubbed his chin with one hand and began to size up Lao Liu.

"Did our Commander send you?" Lao Liu also started to size him up, having absolutely no impression of him.

"Heh, your Commander is really good to you. When you wake up, go thank him."

After saying this, Number 5 suddenly disappeared.

The next second, Lao Liu felt unable to move, his consciousness became blurry again, and he couldn't see anything clearly, as if covered by a veil.

"How is it, can he be saved?" Pan Han and Cheng Xiao asked immediately upon hearing this.

"I just dived into his mind, gave him a glimmer of hope, and temporarily sealed his consciousness. Next, I will remove all the shrapnel for him." Number 5 rambled on for a bit.

Pan Han, Cheng Xiao, and the others didn't quite understand, so they could only worry anxiously on the side.

Number 5 didn't pay them any mind, either; he spread his hands and waved them back and forth half a meter above Lao Liu's back.

Suddenly, he grabbed hard at the empty air with both hands.

Lao Liu's body shuddered violently, and countless tiny pieces of shrapnel flew out of his body.

"Hiss!" Seeing this, Pan Han's trypophobia almost flared up, and he quickly closed his eyes to calm himself down.

"It hurts!" Cheng Xiao shouted on Lao Liu's behalf.

With so many pieces of shrapnel coming out, it would be strange if it didn't hurt.

The others were all amazed; this bald man's methods were surprisingly so sophisticated!

Is he even human?

Number 5 spread his hands again, and the wounds on Lao Liu's body actually healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Even Pan Han was shocked by this.

"I must evolve to the Advanced level! No matter the cost!" he secretly vowed in his heart.

This ability is too heaven-defying; it must be mastered in my own hands.

Number 5 didn't stop; instead, he made Tai Chi pushing movements with his hands, constantly kneading the air.

The small pieces of shrapnel that had flown out of Lao Liu's body followed the movement of his palms.

"Combine!" Number 5 kneaded for a dozen rounds before finally uttering a word.

When he opened his hands again, the shrapnel had been kneaded into a small ball.

"You hold onto this for now. When Lao Liu wakes up, it can be a souvenir." Number 5 handed the small ball to Pan Han.

"This..." Pan Han took the small ball and looked at Lao Liu, who was still in a coma.

"Is Brother Liu okay?" Cheng Xiao touched Lao Liu's body; it was indeed as good as new, with no visible traces of injury.

"Hmm. He'll be fine in a while." Number 5 retreated to the outer edge of the crowd and pulled out a cigarette to smoke.

It seemed as if these things were effortless for him.

"Number 5." Pan Han called out and followed him.

"What's wrong? The new Lord of Shanlan Prefecture, Lord Pan!" Number 5 rubbed his bald head, speaking with a teasing tone.

"Straightforward people don't speak in riddles; I want to evolve to the Advanced level."

Pan Han didn't know where he got the courage from; he had originally intended to express it more subtly, but when the words reached his lips, they turned into a direct question.

"Oh, I see."

Number 5 replied calmly and continued smoking.

"Uh. That's it?"

What did he mean by "I see"? Pan Han was a bit bewildered.

"What else? What else do you want to hear?"

"Does that mean the Twelve Palaces have agreed?"

"No! But I will help you take the message back."

Pan Han thought for a moment; it seemed that this matter couldn't be broken through from his end.

He would just have to find a time to ask Mo Li again.

"Later, I'll take you to the remaining main cities to make a handover with them. From now on, this place belongs to you."

After saying this, Number 5's expression seemed slightly dejected.

Pan Han saw all of this, so he was even more confused now.

"Why would he give it to me?? He could have wiped us all out in an instant!"

"Does he still have contact with the lords of the remaining main cities?"

"It seems the Twelve Palaces still have many secrets!"

...

Countless thoughts formed rapidly in Pan Han's mind, but he couldn't grasp the main point; he just felt that something was not quite right.

"Alright, don't think so much. Let's go."

Number 5 suddenly patted Pan Han on the shoulder, then flicked his cigarette butt away and said.

The speed was so fast that Pan Han couldn't dodge at all!

He was hit solidly by that pat.

"I can't go, my mech isn't with me." Pan Han shifted his body somewhat uncomfortably.

If that had been an attack, he would probably be dead by now.

Advanced evolvers are too terrifying.

"What a hassle! Then I'll just handle it myself."

After saying this, Number 5 looked at his watch, seeming to be in a hurry.

Then he rolled his eyes back, his eyeballs instantly turning white, and he muttered something.

Pan Han was greatly shocked and hurriedly dodged to the side.

After a minute, Number 5 returned to normal, but looked a bit weak, with some sweat beads seeping from his forehead.

"They have all been notified. You can go talk to them in detail later."

"That's it, notification complete?" Pan Han roughly guessed how he had notified them, but found it hard to believe.

The distance for telepathic transmission is so far; that's too exaggerated!

Pan Han's usual telepathic transmission is at most a few hundred meters to one kilometer.

This bald guy can transmit telepathically across hundreds or thousands of kilometers??

From the time he arrived until now, it has only been a short dozen minutes or so.

He has successively demonstrated: immobilization technique, soul-searching technique, telekinesis, wound healing technique, and long-distance telepathy.

Could this bastard be a monster!

"I'm not a monster, just an evolver. Don't overthink it. I'm in a rush, so I'm leaving first. Remember your promise!"

Number 5 looked at Pan Han meaningfully. Just that one look made him feel bone-chillingly cold!

It was as if everything about him had been seen through!

After saying this, Number 5's mech instantly took to the sky and quickly disappeared into the distance.

"Ah! It hurts!"

At this moment, Lao Liu suddenly opened his eyes and let out a huge roar.