Faced with Liu Feng's threat, Lu Zhaoming remained calm, slowly raising his hands with a serene expression. "Brother, I know you don't want to hurt me. This is Ghost Hand's method, isn't it?" Liu Feng's hands trembled slightly. He gritted his teeth, his voice low and trembling. "Lu Zhaoming, I...I'm sorry, I...I..."

Ghost Hand's cold laughter came from the shadows at just the right moment: "As expected of an inquisitor, but unfortunately you can't escape today." He slowly stepped out of the shadows, his cold gaze sweeping over Lu Zhaoming like a sharp blade, a mocking smile on his lips.

Lu Zhaoming's heart skipped a beat, knowing that Ghost Hand's mind control technology must have been upgraded, but his eyes remained firm, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly: "Ghost Hand, do you think you can trap me with such a small trick? Your master Lin Shuang will not be satisfied."

Ghost Hand's expression changed slightly, clearly having been hit where it hurt, but he quickly regained his composure, his gaze becoming even colder: "Hmph, Lady Lin Shuang has her own arrangements. A traitor like you deserves to die." With that, he turned slightly to the side, gesturing towards a control panel beside him.

In an instant, the factory lights went out, and all sorts of eerie mechanical noises came from all directions, filling the air with a suffocating sense of tension.

Lu Zhaoming's mind raced; he knew time was running out.

He quickly activated the system's "time delay" function, observing his surroundings in just a few seconds. The factory was filled with various traps and surveillance equipment; if this were a normal player's scenario, he would definitely be killed by these traps.

But Lu Zhaoming is no ordinary player; he is the Doomsday Judge, possessing a variety of special abilities.

He deliberately provoked, "Ghost Hand, do you think you can trap me with such a petty trick? Your master, Lin Shuang, won't be satisfied." Ghost Hand's expression changed again, clearly having been hit where it hurt.

Taking advantage of his distraction, Lu Zhaoming quickly used the newly upgraded "superpower amplification" function of the system to cover Liu Feng with an energy shield, temporarily blocking the influence of the psychological suggestion device.

Liu Feng's expression changed instantly, and he snapped out of his daze.

He cried out in terror, "Run! They'll find out soon!" But before he could finish speaking, the factory alarm suddenly went off, its piercing sound like a horn from hell, instantly attracting the attention of a large number of mercenaries.

Armed with weapons, they surged in from all directions and surrounded the two men.

In the critical moment, Lu Zhaoming decisively detonated the traps he had set up, plunging the factory into chaos with explosions and billowing smoke.

He grabbed Liu Feng and rushed towards the exit amidst the chaos, but as soon as they reached the door, they saw Ghost Hand already waiting there, holding a remote control device, and coldly sneered, "Trying to run? Not so easy."

Lu Zhaoming stopped in his tracks, his gaze sharp as a knife: "You think I came empty-handed?" With that, he pressed a button on his waist, instantly paralyzing the experimental equipment in the factory, plunging the entire space into silence.

Ghost Hand's face, which looked like it had been coated with paste, instantly twisted into a grimace, like a rotten egg that had been crushed, with his features almost squeezed together.

He frantically tried to rush to the control panel, hoping to salvage the situation, but before he knew it, Lu Zhaoming kicked him in the buttocks, sending him flying like a broken sack. With a loud thud, he embedded himself in the wall, impossible to pry off.

Lu Zhaoming reacted quickly, grabbing the remote control and pointing it at the ghost hand slumped on the ground. He gave a forced smile and said, "Where's the antidote? I'm short on time, don't force me to use force. You know, I'm a professional judge, I have plenty of time to waste with you."

Ghost Hand clutched his stomach, panting heavily like a stranded fish, his eyes wide open, staring intently at Lu Zhaoming, refusing to give in.

Just then, a series of rapid footsteps came from afar, shaking the ground.

"Thump! Thump! Thump!" The drumbeats, like the arrival of death, grew clearer and clearer as they drew nearer—it was Big Bear leading his elite squad, armed and ready to "serve the king"!

Lu Zhaoming's lips curled into a dangerous smile, and he clicked his tongue twice: "Tsk tsk, it seems this show is getting more and more interesting." He glanced meaningfully at Ghost Hand, then looked at the dark mass of people in the distance, a strange smile on his face.