Pang Jiulin gave Ling Chen’s shoulder a solid slap. Sometimes, men don’t need to say much to each other.

He removed his own headset and handed it to Ling Chen.

"Keep this, and stay in touch at all times. Lao Bei, bring along the Axeman’s body."

Without a word, Lao Bei hoisted the Axeman’s corpse onto his shoulders, following closely behind Pang Jiulin’s footsteps. As a soldier, one does not abandon or give up on comrades—not even their bodies.

Seeing them trying to escape, four muscular men immediately gave chase. However, Ling Chen stepped forward to block their path, toying with a dagger in each hand, and said with a grin, "If you want to chase them, you’ll have to get past me first."

"Fools who don’t know whether they’re alive or dead."

Watching the surveillance footage, Zhang Xueli spoke coldly. She had obliged that person’s request, kindly giving him a chance to escape, but instead of fleeing for his life, he foolishly went to rescue his companions.

"I’ve helped as much as I could; if he wants to dig his own grave, that’s not my fault," she thought to herself and picked up the walkie-talkie, saying coldly, "All units, engage. Kill them all without exception."

At that moment, facing the encirclement of the four muscular men, Ling Chen licked his lips, his knees slightly bent, with two daggers held tightly against his thighs.

As the four muscular men gradually closed in, he kicked off with his legs, fast as a darting rabbit, and took the initiative to attack.

One muscular man threw a punch as Ling Chen approached. Sensing the fierce power behind the punch, Ling Chen twisted his waist, agilely dodging the attack, and the dagger in his right hand scraped a shallow gash across the man’s leg.

This was not his first time fighting Enhanced People, but this new batch of them was even more twisted, their bodies as hard as steel, impervious to his daggers.

However, these muscular men, despite their robust physiques and thick skin, were at a disadvantage in reaction speed. Moreover, having already killed one muscular man, Ling Chen had identified their weakness—their eyes.

Surrounded by the four muscular men, Ling Chen kept dodging and shifting his position, preventing them from laying a hand on him. Whenever he spotted an opening, he took the chance and aimed straight for their eyes.

Caught off guard by his nimble moves, one muscular man was stabbed in the eye by Ling Chen’s dagger, crying out in agony. Initially intending to end the man’s life, Ling Chen had to abandon the idea as the other three muscular men pounced, forcing him to retreat and keep his distance, waiting for the best moment to strike.

"Ling Chen, the original escape route is compromised. We’re heading to the underground parking lot. Hurry over," came Tang Yuan’s voice through the headset.

"Understood!" Ling Chen replied.

After terminating the call, he strode swiftly towards the safety exit. Several muscular men followed closely, relentless in pursuit.

Upon entering the stairwell, he heard hurried footsteps both above and below, indicating a sizable group.

Undaunted, Ling Chen cut a bloody path and quickly made it to the underground parking lot.

"Old Tang, where are you guys?"

"Southeast corner. What about you?"

"Wait for me, I’ll be right there."

After orienting himself, Ling Chen stretched his legs and moved swiftly, using the parked cars for cover, heading towards Tang Yuan’s location.

While running, Ling Chen suddenly caught sight of over thirty men in suits pouring out from a nearby staircase, all armed with crossbows, and they were all charging towards Tang Yuan’s direction.

This is bad!

Frowning slightly, he realized that if these men caught up, with the weapons they carried, Tang Yuan and the others would likely have no chance of escape.

With that thought, Ling Chen stepped onto a car hood, leapt up powerfully, and with a loud shout, threw his dagger, which pierced through the neck of a suited man, his blood flowing freely.

His loud shout immediately attracted the attention of those people. In a moment, the gazes of all the men in suits were focused on him.

Seeing those people charging towards him head-on, Ling Chen turned around, ready to take a detour, but at that moment, four muscular men came quickly from behind, less than twenty meters away.

With tigers ahead and wolves behind, trapped, Ling Chen saw the bad situation and simply dashed toward the left. Sacrificing the small to save the large, he was alone, while there were five people with Tang Yuan, and he had to ensure their safety no matter what.

"Ling Chen, where are you? We’ve already got in the car, just waiting for you," Tang Yuan’s voice sounded in the earpiece, his tone anxious.

"You guys go first, don’t mind me, I’ll find a way to leave on my own."

"No, if we’re leaving, let’s leave together. Where are you? I’m coming over..."

Ling Chen, impatient, interrupted him, urging: "That’s enough, stop the nonsense, just scram, and we’ll meet at the old place after getting out."

He paused for a moment, his voice low: "If I don’t appear within two days, then don’t wait for me; you guys head back to the country."

"Hey, you..."

Before Tang Yuan could say anything else, Ling Chen had already thrown his earpiece on the ground and crushed it with his foot.

"Hey, hey, Ling Chen, Ling Chen..."

Hearing the static from the earpiece, Tang Yuan punched the steering wheel, cursing, "This damn show-off." Xiong anxiously said: "Instructor, what do we do now? Are we really going to abandon Ling Chen?"

Pang Jiulin looked stern, glancing at the body of the axe-wielding man, his fists clenched, eyes flickering, torn inside.

"Instructor!" Lao Bei couldn’t help but urge, waiting for his command.

"Drive, let’s retreat first." Finally, Pang Jiulin made a decision, glancing around at everyone. "I know what Ling Chen is thinking; he wants to sacrifice the small to protect the large. If we don’t draw the enemies away, our chance of escape is zero. Since he has made his decision, we can’t let his painstaking effort be in vain. Besides, you all know Ling Chen’s capabilities; he definitely has a way to escape."

Tang Yuan clenched his teeth, reached out to turn the car key, and started the vehicle.

Brother, take good care of yourself!

At this moment, Ling Chen was frantically sprinting in the underground parking lot, dodging the enemies’ pursuit and incoming arrows.

Suddenly, he stopped, standing in front of several large trucks, looking around; his brows immediately furrowed.

Walls on both sides—it was a dead end!

Turning his head back, seeing enemies converging from all sides, Ling Chen’s mouth curved into a bitter smile.

With even the way out sealed, it looks like there’s nowhere to run. Is today’s calamity inevitable?

While he pondered, dozens of enemies had already surrounded him, trapping him between the large trucks.

Ling Chen chuckled, with an unconcerned shrug, he said: "What’s everyone waiting for? Make it quick, just shoot me."

As the words fell, the crowd parted, and Zhang Xueli walked over surrounded by several men in suits, looking at him coldly.

"I gave you a way out, but you didn’t cherish it."

"A way out?" Ling Chen was slightly startled, seemingly understanding something.

Zhang Xueli waved her hand, ordering lightly: "Kill him."