Mech: Shattering of the Galaxy-Chapter 676 - 449: The First Big Gift

Chapter 676 -449: The First Big Gift

The old building seemed to have already been put on Zhongjing City government’s demolition list, and there were still some residents who refused to leave. However, a month ago, after this group of people in black arrived, everyone obediently left.

The old building was finally truly abandoned.

At that time, Donatello waved his hand magnanimously, and after sending an anonymous savings card to the district’s managing officer, the old building had already completely become the private property of the Tang family. Especially in these last twenty days, no one had been able to appear near the building.

Those several layers of secret defenses were not merely for show.

But today, it seemed as if fate played a joke on them.

The four men in black stationed at the entrance simultaneously heard a set of footsteps, unhurried, coming from the far end of the alley, not stopping until the figure finally appeared in front of them.

“Who’s there?”

The pupils of the four men constricted at the same time. It was now 11 p.m., and seeing any figure at this time was extremely abnormal.

However, under the dim light, that silhouette was conspicuously visible, without the slightest intention to hide.

Even the face was unmasked. When the grim streetlight hit the person’s face, one could vaguely make out the image of a handsome young man with his head lowered, hands tucked in his pockets.

“Leopard, Jackal, Brown Bear… What are you looking at? Some kid has made it to the base’s doorstep. The boss will surely give you a good work out later!”

One of the men, whose forehead bore a cross tattoo and whose face was lined with horizontal scars, lifted his walkie-talkie with impatience and berated them. These lazy slobs, daring to slack off on a task personally assigned by the Young Master—they really were tired of living!

But the only sound that came from the communicator was static…

The remaining three men in black instinctively sensed something amiss. After exchanging glances, their hands quietly reached towards the bulging areas behind their waists.

Whether it was a blunder or not, this kid was not going to leave alive.

In Zhongjing City of the Blue Capital Star, as the heart of the entire Fourth Administrative Star Region, the vast population meant that having several hundred deaths a day in this dog-eat-dog society was nothing out of the ordinary.

Upon hearing their words, the young man raised his drooping head slightly and a smile formed on his lips. His softly spoken words echoed on the street; however, the content sent a chill crawling up from the bottom of their hearts.

“Do you want to ask about your comrades’ condition? Have you noticed communication failure? It’s quite simple… They’re all dead.” Mu Fan spoke in a calm tone as if recounting a trivial matter, but the chill in his voice almost froze the air in the alley.

Behind the young man’s trail, nine sentries and thirteen weapon-bearing men in black lay quietly in their hiding spots.

Each met their end in the same way, their eyes filled with endless horror, their throats crushed by a tremendous force.

The communicators in their ears were still operational, but they only emitted static noise.

Thanks to several enemies he had encountered, who taught Mu Fan to jam communications before undertaking certain tasks.

But the jamming by ‘Black’ was much stronger than any he had ever faced before.

Casually cutting off all communication signals in the area, even capable of altering text messages.

Within their domain, the deity was nothing unusual.

The four men stood in a diamond formation, with the man bearing the cross tattoo at the rear. The man in black in front of him was just about to shout, “There’s—”

However, before he could vocalize, Mu Fan’s eyes narrowed slightly, the muscles under the coat he picked up from the roadside suddenly twisted, and a powerful force emanated from his waist and belly, then transferred to his shoulders, his back’s large muscles propelling his arms to lash out violently.

Under Mu Fan’s terrifying Level 22 strength, in the instant he leaned forward, his palms flashed from his pockets like lightning.

Something in the night suddenly tore through the fabric of darkness; three glints of cold light seared into their retinas.

The sound of impact resounded three times simultaneously.

“Heh heh.”

Guttural, inhuman gasps escaped one’s throat: The leading figure clad in black had a fine line of blood appear on his neck, and only a tiny handle was visible, indicating a dagger had been completely thrust into his windpipe…

As for his two companions, identical daggers abruptly materialized on their throats as well.

Life swiftly drained from their eyes, and nobody had anticipated that the seemingly frail youth was an undeniable assassin…

As the trio’s bodies slumped, limp and about to hit the ground, the last clad in black, supporting an earpiece, was finally revealed.

The abrupt change was beyond his reaction speed, and it wasn’t until the faint whoosh reached his ears that he realized what was happening.

However, at this moment, the smile had vanished from Mu Fan’s face, reverted back to a stoic expression.

His calf muscles trembled into a blur, and as Mu Fan lightly stepped forward,

the ground itself seemed to buckle under the weight of some silent behemoth, forming an instant, dust-free circle over two meters in diameter.

At last, as his foot gently touched down, the youth’s figure ripped through the air in an instant.

Six Forms, Charging Step!

Surprise etched on the face of the burly man in black, he froze at the moment the blur that was Mu Fan surpassed his comprehension.

Was this a human or…

A frail palm landed on his throat, and then, as though hit head-on by a Floating Car, the kinetic energy from that palm was fully transmitted into his body.

His gun-wielding right hand hadn’t even managed to lift fully before he was forcibly shoved back three meters.

Boom!

The giant frame, towering over one meter ninety, was pressed directly against the wall behind, with the back of his head hitting hard against it, and a crisp crack resounded exactly where the palm met the throat.

His throat, along with the vertebrae behind it, was crushed in that instant.

The terror in his eyes had just begun to surface, only to be forever frozen.

Was this a human, or… a monster?

The last words remained unspoken.

Mu Fan’s impassive gaze swept over him, then he turned and headed back toward the entrance of the building.

Now, all the biological activity within the building was laid bare in his mind.

The beating of those hearts had been echoing clearly in his brain from the start!

Just noticed?

As he walked beside the three men in black, Mu Fan bent down to pull out the three daggers, then nonchalantly wiped the bloodstains from their chests.

With no blood on himself, Mu Fan, clutching three daggers reeking of thick, metallic scent, disappeared into the interior of the building.

The building had ten floors in total, empty above the fifth floor; the mother and child who were previously in room 701 had been moved to room 501.

The lower five floors, including the two targets, currently harbored…

49 human lives.

The moment the youth’s silhouette entered the shadowy building, a pair of faint, blood-red pupils surfaced from the depths of his eyes.

“Young Master Tang, your first gift is on its way, please be ready to receive it.”