"No, impossible. I absolutely cannot give you this camera," Bob exclaimed, refusing outright. This camera was his capital for future success; how could he possibly hand it over?
Hearing Bob's refusal, the Black man first chuckled, then lunged forward and landed a punch square on Bob's face.
Things happened too quickly for Bob to even react. By the time he came to his senses, he was slumped against the wall, his head buzzing, and the camera was already in the Black man's hand.
It was evident that the Black man wasn't very knowledgeable about operating a camera, but he didn't need to be. As long as he knew it could be sold for money, that was enough.
After fiddling with it for a bit, the Black man lost interest and casually tossed the camera to his subordinate standing nearby. The subordinate caught it steadily and placed it into a satchel slung around his waist, then zipped it up.
After all, this was their funding for the next few days; it had to be kept safe.
Bob tried to rush forward to snatch it back, but as soon as he stood up, the Black man shoved him down again, threatening, "Whitey, don't be ungrateful. I already said I'm borrowing it. I'll return it after a few days. Or do you want to try this?"
As he spoke, the Black man reached for his waist, his meaning clear.
Helpless, and seeing that the other party was armed while he was just skin and bones, Bob chose to back down again. He still had a few books on him, which could achieve his goal just as well.
Seeing Bob behave, the Black man stood up with satisfaction, waved his hand, and began to leave with his subordinates.
But after only a few steps, they suddenly stopped. A tall, thin figure emerged from the darkness.
Upon seeing this figure, the Black man froze for a moment, then immediately drew his gun and pointed it, demanding, "What kind of monster are you? Get lost, or I'll shoot you."
It wasn't that the Black man was being unreasonable; this guy was just too strange. He clearly wasn't human.
He had grayish-blue skin, a pair of crimson eyes, and a pair of horns like those of the Oni in Japanese anime. Coupled with a white robe, he gave the impression of a monster created from a failed genetic experiment.
If Bai Qi were present, he would undoubtedly recognize this so-called monster not as anyone else but Yong Huo.
Yong Huo ignored the Black man's threat and calmly said, "Hand over the camera you have, and I'll let you live. Otherwise, die here."
The Black man was taken aback. He signaled to his subordinate, who quickly retrieved the camera from his satchel.
Just as Yong Huo's gaze shifted to the subordinate taking out the camera, the Black man decisively fired.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
After three gunshots, both the Black man and his subordinates were stunned by what they saw.
The three bullets, as if struck by a petrification spell, hung suspended in the air five centimeters in front of Yong Huo. Then, a red glow flashed in Yong Huo's eyes, and the three bullets were flattened at a visible speed, falling to the ground.
"M-monster!"
Witnessing this, the Black man's subordinates were all dumbfounded. The Black man, however, remained much calmer. He turned, fled, his entire action seamless and without hesitation.
Though the Black man was merely a petty thug, even thugs had their ways of survival. In this world where the rich relied on technology and the poor relied on mutations, it was already difficult for the defenseless ordinary people to survive. Moreover, with Bai Qi's influence, magic had gradually taken the stage of history. Individuals like the Black man, who belonged to neither category, had survived this long, undoubtedly possessing their own means of survival.
Just like now, upon discovering that his handgun was useless against Yong Huo, the Black man didn't hesitate; he turned and ran, completely disregarding his subordinates.
After all, subordinates could be replaced, but if his life was lost, then everything would truly be gone.
However, after he had only taken a couple of steps, he felt his body lighten. The Black man realized he was flying, his feet now half a foot off the ground. Before he could even comprehend what was happening, an immense external force enveloped him completely. In just an instant.
With a *pu chi* sound, the Black man was instantly crushed into a ball by the immense power.
There was no doubt that such a feat could only be accomplished by Yong Huo.
Besides telepathy, Yong Huo's greatest skill was telekinesis. Furthermore, despite his tall and thin appearance, making him seem easy to bully, as a mutated being, Yong Huo possessed strength and speed far beyond ordinary humans, with skin so tough that bullets could barely penetrate it.
However, as a gentleman, Yong Huo rarely resorted to killing. At most, he would use telekinesis to crush his targets, or attack them mentally, driving them insane.
Although Yong Huo leaned towards the latter, it was not possible now. He had important matters to attend to and couldn't waste time on such trivial matters.
While crushing the Black man, his subordinates were also crushed to death.
Yong Huo flicked his fingers, and the satchel on the ground flew into his hand.
Holding the camera from inside, Yong Huo walked towards Bob.
"W-what do you... want... want?"
Bob had personally witnessed the fate of those men. This person was an absolute devil who killed without blinking.
"Is this yours?"
Yong Huo said nothing, but a voice echoed in Bob's ear.
"Y-yes..." Bob stammered in response.
The next moment, Yong Huo threw the camera back to Bob.
Looking at the camera, which he had lost and now regained, Bob's mind struggled to comprehend. This person looked ugly and terrifying, but he wasn't entirely bad.
However, before Bob could feel happy for long, a massive telekinetic force enveloped one of his arms. Then, with a *crack*, Bob's enveloped arm was severely deformed, twisted into a knot like a pretzel.
The piercing pain shot straight to Bob's skull. Bob wanted to scream, but no matter how wide he opened his mouth, not a single sound came out.
Yong Huo's voice echoed in Bob's ear again.
"Father said, he wants me to kill you, and he said not to let you die too easily."
Then, under Yong Huo's telekinetic grip, Bob's limbs were twisted inch by inch, each movement like a hammer blow relentlessly striking Bob's chest.
The intense pain caused Bob to nearly faint several times, but with Yong Huo's mental interference, unconsciousness was a luxury he couldn't afford.
Finally, with a wave of telekinetic energy from Yong Huo, Bob's head was severed and rolled across the ground.
Yong Huo's final blow was swift and decisive. To his death, Bob's face was still contorted in pain.
"Father also said, to make your head fall."
After torturing Bob to death, Yong Huo unleashed his telekinesis again. The camera containing photos of the Lost Continent was crushed to pieces, and the books Bob had brought out were also burned to ashes by Yong Huo.