The corridor on the 20th floor of the Heaven on Earth was littered with corpses lying haphazardly, and blood splattered on every wall.

Some of the severely injured men in black, still breathing, lay groaning in pain in the corridor. Most of them had been injured by blunt force trauma and had fractures in different parts of their bodies.

Hearing footsteps behind them, the black-clad men with severed arms and legs crawled to the sides as if they had seen a ghost, enduring excruciating pain to clear the passageway in the middle of the corridor.

Of course, death is more terrifying than physical pain.

Zhang Fan walked out of the room, looked at the corridor in the middle, nodded and smiled, "Thank you, everyone, for your hard work."

"No, you're welcome..." Leaning against the wall in the corridor, a black-clad thug from the Black Dragon Society, whose legs had been broken, moved his broken legs aside with his hands and said in a low voice.

"I was a little too rough, I'm really sorry." Zhang Fan glanced around the corridor.

The men in black in the corridor immediately shrank their necks like quails.

"It's alright! It's alright!"

"A superficial injury! A superficial injury!"

"Take care, brother!"

"Brother, come over for tea when you have time."

Zhang Fan walked down the corridor, blood dripping from two steel pipes, and in his hand he held a severed head with terrified eyes.

The head belonged to "Mad Dog," the leader of the "Martial Hall," one of the four protectors of the Black Dragon Society.

The men in black on both sides of the corridor huddled against the wall, trembling all over, their eyes fixed on the wall, not daring to look at the killing god passing by in the corridor.

...

After learning about Lina and the others' situation from the bugging device, Zhang Fan immediately got up and went to Heaven on Earth.

Yuna was worried that he would go alone, so she wanted to wake up all the female soldiers of the 358th Regiment, but Zhang Fan refused.

The female soldiers rarely get to come out, so let's not let these trivial matters ruin their good mood.

Moreover, Zhang Fan felt that sending female soldiers to such a place was too risky. The situation inside Heaven on Earth was still unclear, and sending too many people might not be a good thing.

Yuna was still worried, so she finally suggested that the two sisters with the best fighting skills get up and that the three of them go with Zhang Fan.

Zhang Fan agreed, but he wouldn't let any of them go. Yuna definitely wouldn't agree.

The two female soldiers were about the same age as Yuna, and were all veterans of the 358th Regiment. They had often carried out assassination missions with Yuna before, and their combat skills were not low. At least they would not hold Yuna back.

The bus was parked in the parking lot outside the Heaven on Earth.

It was peak tourist season on Ruolan Star, and the parking lot outside Heaven and Earth was already full of tour buses, so parking a large bus there wouldn't attract attention.

Zhang Fan told Yuna and the others to wait in the car while he got out to scout the way before calling them in later, so they could keep an eye on each other.

Ruolan is a tourist planet with strict gun control. Even the local police force cannot have every officer armed. And most of the armed officers are equipped with relatively low-powered handguns.

The military transport ships of the 358th Regiment were docked in orbit around Ruolan Star, so their weapons could not be brought down.

Upon entering the Heaven on Earth, one is greeted by a dazzling array of gold and glittering decorations.

The floors are all marble, the handrails are all solid wood, the walls are all softly decorated, and the corridors are all in a lavish gold color. At the center of the lobby ceiling is a palatial chandelier with a diameter of tens of meters; I wonder how much that chandelier alone cost.

As he passed a plumbing and electrical repair shop, Zhang Fan casually picked up two steel water pipes. Without his twin swords, these two forearm-thick steel pipes would do.

At this moment, blood is flowing down the steel pipe.

The straight steel pipe has been bent and deformed. I wonder how many heads it took to break a steel pipe as thick as a forearm to bend it like this.

The rough steel pipe was still covered with small pieces of flesh, probably from hitting someone's face. There was even an eyeball hanging from the tip of the pipe, dangling there.

So the man in black lying in the corridor with his arms and legs broken felt lucky. At least compared to his companions around him whose heads were smashed open and whose brains were splattered, at least they weren't hit in the head and were still alive.

Zhang Fan raised his hand and glanced at the watch on his wrist.

This watch-like device is actually a tracker. You can see three red dots on it, which indicate the location of Lina and her team's location signals.

Using a terminal computer inside the bus, Yuna controlled the shipborne radar of the 358th Regiment's military transport ship, which was parked in orbit around Ruolan Star, to scan the structure of the "Heaven on Earth" building. The resulting 3D map was then sent to Zhang Fan's wrist display.

Zhang Fan had already looked at the map several times, but he still couldn't find the stairs to get from his floor to the floor where Lina and the others were.

That's really strange.

Just as Zhang Fan was puzzled, a sliding door on the left opened, and the lobby manager came out.

Zhang Fan was taken aback, then glanced at the wrist monitor. Judging from the building's structure, there shouldn't be any corridor here. Then, he was delighted to see that there was clearly a staircase leading upstairs in the distance.

"Sir, I'm sorry."

Just as Zhang Fan was about to step inside, the lobby manager turned around and grabbed his shoulder, preventing him from entering.

"This is a private club; outsiders are not allowed to enter."

"Really? Looks like I haven't come to the wrong place, this is the place." Zhang Fan smiled, and with a flick of his shoulder, easily shook off the lobby manager's hand.

"Stop right there!" The lobby manager grabbed Zhang Fan's shoulder again and yelled, "Are you blind? I told you not to come in here!"

Click!

With a quick twist of his hands and a soft crack, the lobby manager's head was turned around, and he fell to the ground like a rag doll whose neck had been twisted into a pretzel by a child.

"I don't know if I'm blind or not, but you really are blind."

"Isn't it better to live a good life? Why come here to die?"

Zhang Fan dragged the body into the stairwell next door, and then, not forgetting to give the unlucky lobby manager a whack on the head with a steel pipe.

This is called preventing resurrection.

With people coming and going at Heaven and Earth, isn't he afraid of killing innocent people by mistake? How can he distinguish who are members of the Black Dragon Society and who are outsiders?

Zhang Fan's method for distinguishing good people from bad people is very simple:

Any man who lingers here at this hour is definitely no good!

Just beat them up! Who the hell has time to care if they killed the wrong person?

After passing through the secret passage and going up the stairs, the space suddenly opened up. Zhang Fan saw the word "Martial Arts Hall" written on one side of the corridor, which looked like a gym. Inside, many people dressed in black were using treadmills, weightlifting machines, dumbbells and other fitness equipment. At the end of the corridor was another closed door.

Zhang Fan walked towards that door.

Two tall, shirtless men in black walked towards us, one on each side. Their well-defined pectoral and abdominal muscles were clearly visible. Towels were draped around their necks, and beads of sweat dripped from their chest muscles, giving them a powerful presence. They looked like they had just finished working out and were heading to take a shower.

Zhang Fan walked in the middle of the corridor, and the muscular man opposite him also walked side by side in the middle of the corridor; Zhang Fan was looking at the scenery on the other side of the corridor, while the two muscular men were chatting amongst themselves.

In the unobstructed corridor, it was as if neither side could see the other, as if the other was transparent.

Bang!

Zhang Fan collided with two muscular men, who were knocked to the ground on either side.

"Oh, sorry, I didn't see you." Zhang Fan looked down at the two people on the ground with a sharp gaze and a blank expression.

The two muscular men stared wide-eyed, completely bewildered, lying on the ground, still not getting up.

They had actually seen Zhang Fan a long time ago, but they just assumed he was a new recruit from another group, so they pretended not to see him and wanted to give him a hard time.

Who knew that when they collided with each other, it felt like hitting a metal plate. They both fell down, and their shoulders from the impact are still burning with pain.

Zhang Fan ignored them and walked straight ahead.

The two muscular men behind him got up from the ground with incredulous expressions. The collision just now showed that, in terms of physical strength, the other party was clearly a level above the two of them combined.

Who is this person?

"I don't know, I don't think I've ever seen it before."

"His eyes could kill; is he a new 'assassin'?"

"But the newcomers have never heard of such a ruthless person."

The two muscular men were whispering to each other behind them.

Beep beep!

Error, iris scan failed!

"Oh dear, so this door requires iris scanning to open?" Zhang Fan turned around sheepishly. "Hey, you two, could you help me open this door?"

"Damn it!"

So you weren't one of us!

The top door is called "Takimiya," and only core members of the Black Taki Society can open the door behind it, yet the other party didn't even know that.

The two muscular men finally realized that Zhang Fan wasn't a member of the Black Dragon Society, and pounced on him from both sides...

The "Martial Arts Hall" was extremely noisy. As the representative of the Black Dragon Society's "martial arts," the Martial Arts Hall brought together the most ruthless thugs in the Black Dragon Society.

The location of the martial arts hall is equivalent to the gate of "Takimiya". When there are no missions, the thugs will exercise in the martial arts hall to pass the time, so the martial arts hall looks like a large gym from the outside.

There are boxers, punching bags, and brawling in a small ring. If you speak too softly here, no one can hear you.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

A loud clanging of metal broke the noise in the martial arts hall. Everyone stopped exercising and stood there, looking at the doorway with puzzled expressions.

"Excuse me, everyone, I'm here to ask for directions. Which one of you is 'Mad Dog'?" The man at the door grinned, revealing an innocent-looking smile, and slung the steel pipe over his shoulder.

"asshole!"

What are you?!

“‘Mad dog’ is a name you can use! Ugh, I wasn’t talking about you, bro…”

The people around him erupted in angry curses!

"I'm in a bit of a rush, so I can't help it." Zhang Fan took the steel pipe off his shoulder and looked at all the black-clad thugs in the martial arts hall. "How about you all come at me together?"

...

Half an hour later...

Zhang Fan held the severed head up to the door at the end of the corridor.

Iris scan successful.

Click!

The door opened, and Zhang Fan pushed it open and entered.

Seeing the figure of the killing god disappear behind the door, the man in black lying in the corridor finally breathed a sigh of relief, and then groans of pain rose up.

"It hurts so much!"

"My leg is broken! It hurts so much!"

"Both of my legs are broken, and you only have one broken leg, what are you complaining about! It hurts, it hurts, it hurts!"

"But I broke the middle one! Waaah!"

They had been so afraid of disturbing the other person with their moans that they would hit themselves with a steel pipe, but now they dared to cry out in pain.

Thump!

A round ball rolled in from behind the door, and the men in black in the corridor immediately fell silent, huddled in the corner, and their breathing could be clearly heard in the corridor.

What rolled in wasn't a sphere, but the gaping head of "Medicine Saint," one of the Four Guardians...