"By the way, I saw what you guys did before. It wasn't scripted, was it? I think it was quite unique."

Claude's smile remained unchanged as he said, "We've suffered quite a bit here, Mr. He. Even if you didn't understand before, don't you know what kind of place we are now? You have to follow the rules of Freedom to survive."

"You mean by stabbing a person through a pillar?"

Claude shrugged helplessly.

“Okay, I admit that it was a bit perverse, but the upper echelons in Jerusalem had a demand, so I had no choice but to comply,” he said.

He Yu thought for a moment, then smiled and said, "Have you ever heard the saying that people with strong personalities should all go to hell?"

He smiled back at the other person, and in the bright light surrounding the laboratory, the two bodies smiled as brightly and dazzlingly as if they were at a fashion show, except for the messy corpses and ruins around them, and behind them a huge gene serum bank, as well as countless hands placed on swords and guns.

Claude replied, "Whose famous quote is that? I really don't know—"

But before he could finish speaking, He Yu suddenly stepped forward, raised his hand, and attacked.

The attack happened in the blink of an eye. He felt something slashing at him from the side. Reacting quickly, he dodged it just as fast. The attack also stopped abruptly, as if it had known that its opponent would dodge, and changed to a horizontal slash.

Claude immediately raised his sword to block.

The series of movements were swift, and the weapons were indeed excellent, completely in the old European style, forged from fine steel and iron, capable of easily splitting a person in two.

The problem is He Yu's thread.

This item, which was deemed a taboo for MDS even before its implantation, was anything but gentle and elegant like the European style. He hadn't had a chance to test its sharpness yet. Although it wasn't nearly as exaggerated as Qiu Leng's original version, it could still easily crush a stainless steel product.

The "line" and Claude's blade collided steadily, remaining locked in a stalemate for about two seconds. He Yu's strength far exceeded his expectations. The moment they made contact, he tried to sheathe his sword, but it was too late.

A few seconds later, his longsword shattered into pieces under astonished gazes, with half of the blade flying out at an angle and crashing into the outer wall of the gene bank, where it became firmly embedded.

He Yu pressed closer again, and Claude abruptly took a step back, bracing himself to block with his broken sword. The two collided again, and his sword broke once more—

Then the line swiftly slid across his neck.

No matter how much effort the planning team put into cultivating it, they've probably lost money by now.

Claude clutched his neck in disbelief. He hadn't even realized what had happened and felt as if he had blocked it, even though he hadn't seen a glimpse of the weapon.

But blood kept flowing from between his fingers, more and more. At this moment, he was still quite tough. I don't know if it was because of the image required by the previous stage play. He didn't back down an inch and glared at them, his face as fierce as a ghost.

He Yu ignored him, but the man's teammate—the crew-cut guy who helped "lubricate" the hair—rushed towards him.

Bamke, however, had a change of heart. He turned away from the fighting on the other side, raised his knife to block, and then slashed hard, striking the man's nose. Everyone present heard a clear cracking sound. The buzz-cut man's entire face caved in, as if he had been hit by a hammer dozens of times.

His face was cold and stern, exuding a murderous aura. As he slashed with his sword, the man instinctively raised his hand to block.

But for some reason, as if anticipating what was about to happen, the blade twisted in a different direction, slid across from the other end, and severed his throat.

He Yu's eyes met his for a second, and he thought to himself, "Could this poker face be the ability to foresee the future?"

As he pondered, he took a step forward, raised his hand to grasp the muzzle of another attacker's gun, and swung it towards his heart.

The force was immense; the man's entire body shattered, and the wire pierced through the broken steel structure, slicing in diagonally.

He could feel the unique texture of the internal organs and muscles, so resolute and familiar, as if it were a deeply ingrained part of those people's lives.

Everyone around him joined the fight, and the sound of gunfire and clashing swords filled the entire laboratory. He thought to himself, "If only I had laid the wires beforehand, it would be so troublesome to pull them out now."

He Yuli ignored the bullets coming from all around him, and didn't even move. The line instantly expanded into a huge net, covering the group of people.

Someone raised their sword to block, and he witnessed everything, letting those things hit him. Their weapons had been used half an hour earlier to cut and crush corpses and tortured bodies.

Regardless of what they had done in the past, none of them who made it this far were mediocre; everyone adopted the most effective methods.

At the same moment, He Yu's body was riddled with holes.

The netting also contracted at the same instant, and he pulled it down forcefully.

That's life. Sometimes you have to be reckless and kill whoever you can. You'll keep encountering these kinds of situations in the future. There's no other choice but to do it this way. He never thought he couldn't beat so many people because he had to kill.

A man covered in medieval armor blocked the fatal blow, but he was also badly injured. He struggled out of the scrap metal, his body covered in cuts and bruises, looking like a fish that had been stabbed open.

He Yu twisted his neck. He could accept that those few blows had cost him three lives. He raised his arm, which was still growing skin, and suddenly grabbed something and pulled it towards him. The person staggered to his feet, one hand unconsciously gripping the thread, but in the next instant, it pierced through his fingers and swept across his throat.

Then he turned around and grabbed the sword that Claude was thrusting at him.

The deranged madman was glaring at him menacingly, blood still gushing from his neck. It looked like he had just grabbed someone's sword and charged at him.

Blood trickled down between their fingers as they stared at each other, both covered in blood, both desperate criminals. Their once bright and gentle smiles were nothing but hypocrisy. This was a primal, life-or-death struggle.

In He Yu's other hand, the dying man pressed down on those five fingers. There was still a needle mark on his neck. The password door was finally opened. It was estimated that this man had gone to get the life-saving medicine. No wonder he was like a vengeful ghost now, even in death he wanted to take someone down with him.

“You monster…” Claude said.

He nodded to the other person and said earnestly, "Thank you for the compliment. You're not the first person to say that."

In another corner of his vision, he saw a man with mouths growing all over his body charging at him from the side and behind. Just then, an axe plunged straight into the man's head, and then with a sudden, powerful slash, the blade swept across, the force so great that before the man even fell to the ground, his head was severed from his body, and he was dead beyond any doubt.

Without even thinking, he knew it was Bamke.