What to do? This is so awkward. Should I just leave as if nothing happened, maybe saying, "Please continue your performance"? Han Xiao neither supported nor discriminated against this special kind of relationship. He felt that he wasn't just seeing two men, but two lonely hearts. The high-pressure work gave them boundless stress, and without any way to vent, some special feelings sprouted between colleagues who spend every day together. This isn't your fault, it's all Tokiomi’s…呸 (pēi), the world's fault!

Although his brain was filled with scandalous thoughts, Han Xiao's reaction wasn't slow at all. He gripped the dagger in reverse, charging towards "Thirty Thousand" with the speed of a cheetah.

"Thirty Thousand" woke up as if from a dream and hurriedly drew his gun. Han Xiao saw his chance and swung his knife. If "Constipated Bro" hadn't kicked "Thirty Thousand" away just in time, the blade would have chopped off "Thirty Thousand's" gun-wielding wrist.

The ambush was avoided, but Han Xiao wasn't discouraged at all. He flicked his finger, and the dagger spun a circle, changing from a reverse grip to a regular grip. He then stabbed it fiercely into the abdomen of "Constipated Bro," who couldn't dodge in time. He clenched his fist and smashed it into "Constipated Bro's" neck, the movements flowing smoothly, knocking him unconscious on the ground.

-42! -45!

[Your Strength is 25, the target's Strength is 10... Strength check successful. Your Strength exceeds the target's Strength by two times. This attack gains an additional 50% crushing damage! Target is stunned.]

Han Xiao's Strength exceeded these guards' by two times, and his punches and kicks could cause crushing effects, inflicting negative statuses like stun and bone fractures.

"Good, taking out one threat!" Han Xiao thought with determination.

The "Thirty Thousand," who had been pushed away, rolled backward to create a safe distance, raising his gun to shoot.

If the gunshot rang out, it would alert the entire base. Han Xiao reacted quickly, diving forward and tackling "Thirty Thousand," and they wrestled on the ground. His fingers immediately jammed the trigger, and he grabbed "Thirty Thousand's" gun-wielding wrist, slamming it hard against the ground. With a cry of pain, the gun fell from his hand.

Han Xiao didn't stop his movements. He headbutted "Thirty Thousand" on the bridge of his nose. The forehead was already one of the hardest parts of the human body, and this strike was amplified by Han Xiao's twenty-five points of Strength. With a muffled groan, "Thirty Thousand's" nasal bone broke, and blood spurted out, causing him to be stunned.

Han Xiao seized the opportunity, flipped over to "Thirty Thousand's" back, locked his legs around "Thirty Thousand's" waist, and wrapped his arms around "Thirty Thousand's" neck, applying pressure. "Thirty Thousand" immediately turned purple, had difficulty breathing, couldn't make a sound, and kicked and thrashed wildly, like someone drowning.

Rear naked choke!

[You used a grappling skill. Your Strength is 25, the target's Strength is 11... Strength check passed. The target cannot escape.]

After a dozen seconds of stalemate, "Thirty Thousand's" resistance gradually weakened. The pressure on his neck was too great, and he passed out.

"That was close..."

Han Xiao climbed up, panting for breath, feeling slightly sentimental. If he were a Martial Artist, he wouldn't be so tired.

The Martial Artist class was the most popular in Galaxy, for no other reason than it was cool! So damn cool! The names of the techniques were so cool (xiu) and embarrassing (chi) they exploded. What "Flame King Earth Shattering Wave," "Demonic Piercing Light Killing Cannon," "Starfall Crushing Fist"—whether the power could achieve the effect of the name was hard to say, but at least it could ignite the inner chuunibyou. Although most players thought it was too embarrassing, from Han Xiao's experience of having leveled a Martial Artist alt, once you accepted this setting, it was actually quite exciting. Who hasn't had a chuunibyou phase?

Moreover, the Martial Artist's combat style was simple—just mindless pounding. Compared to the Mechanic class, which had the highest learning curve, it was like the difference between Angry Birds and Dark Souls. They were simply two games with different art styles; the difficulty was so approachable.

Han Xiao had basic combat and grappling skills, plus his experience playing a Martial Artist alt. His fighting ability was considered excellent, at least good enough to deal with strong individuals in the ordinary person category.

He finished off the two unconscious men with his dagger. At this time, any trace of mercy was cruelty to himself. He conveniently looted four more pistol magazines from the corpses of "Thirty Thousand" and "Constipated Bro."

With no time to rest, he dragged the two corpses outside the door, took off one of their combat uniforms, wiped the blood from the corridor, smashed all the monitoring screens with a gun butt, and after checking that everything was fine, he locked the monitoring room door and left. His expression was calm and collected, and no one could tell that he had just killed four people, and that it was his first time killing someone.

You had to say, having a poker face was a good habit. No one could see through what you were thinking.

Clearing the monitoring room was like removing the all-seeing eye hanging over his head. Finally, he didn't have to be sneaky anymore.

Back on the second floor, a guard suddenly stopped Han Xiao.

"Mr. Lin Weixian wants to see you."

Han Xiao paused slightly, his eyes flickering.

As expected, Lin Weixian couldn't hold back. He had known this day would come, but he didn't expect it to be so coincidental.

On second thought, this might be advantageous to him. Lin Weixian was an important experiment leader, with a respected position, and was one of the few people who had a base access card. Han Xiao originally wanted to target him, but the other party had actually taken the initiative to come to him.

...

He followed the guard to Lin Weixian's private laboratory. The lighting here was dim, and shelves on the wall were filled with bottles of transparent containers. Human organs were soaked in formalin solution, looking like a collection room of some perverted murderer.

Lin Weixian looked at Han Xiao with fiery eyes. He was very happy now and said with great interest,

"The organization has finally handed you over to me. As long as I dissect you, I can study the reasons why you are different from the other experimental subjects. After I've mined all your value, your corpse will be qualified to become my specimen, the first experimental subject. How memorable."

Han Xiao was silent as a stone, and his expression couldn't be seen in the dark.

"Guard, hold him down for me, don't let him struggle and ruin my experiment." After Lin Weixian ordered, he turned around and faced away from the two, taking out strangely shaped scalpels and skull openers from a toolbox, tools that had cut countless human bodies, radiating a chillingly bright light.

Suddenly, Lin Weixian heard a muffled thud behind him. He turned around in confusion, only to find Han Xiao standing behind him at some point, looking down at him, occupying his entire field of vision.

Before he could even think, Lin Weixian suddenly felt a sharp pain in his heart. He looked down blankly, only to see a dagger deeply embedded in his heart.

Strength rapidly drained away, and the scalpel clattered to the ground.

Lin Weixian was horrified and met Han Xiao's eyes. Those eyes that had always been dull in his memory were now as sharp as knives, making him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

Looking past Han Xiao's body, Lin Weixian saw the guard lying on the ground, his neck twisted at an odd angle. His body, not yet completely dead, was twitching under nerve reflexes.

Lin Weixian's eyes were vacant. He had never thought that Zero might resist. He had witnessed the entire process of Zero's birth and brainwashing. Where did things go wrong...

That's right, there were surveillance cameras! Lin Weixian looked at the camera in the corner with his last hope.

Han Xiao said calmly, "Give up. The people in the monitoring room are all dead."

This tone... was definitely not something the dull Zero could say!

Lin Weixian's body trembled, and his face was ashen. With the last of his strength, he asked hoarsely, "This… this whole half year, you were pretending?"

Han Xiao nodded.

"How is this possible… everyone was deceived by you!" Lin Weixian seemed to have heard something unbelievable.

"In this world, nothing is impossible." Han Xiao twisted the dagger forcefully.

Lin Weixian fell to the ground unwilling and astonished, his eyes wide open, not closing in death.

"I... was your… creator…"

Even in death, he couldn't believe that he would be defeated by Han Xiao.