Enforcer Manual
Chapter 380: Your Prosthetic Body Is Going to Smoke!_1

Chapter 380: Chapter 380: Your Prosthetic Body Is Going to Smoke!_1

Every city has its own unique characteristics.

For example, District Two is a city famous for its nostalgic retro vibe, where one can taste all the delicacies that existed in the Pre-war World, and appreciate cultural heritages such as the Sword Drawing Art that have been passed down from the Pre-war World.

District Seventeen also has its own distinctive charm.

You might find yourself wandering around a long-abandoned warehouse late at night, stumbling upon a gang of gun-toting gangsters appearing out of nowhere, who strip you down to nothing but your underwear.

Sometimes, not even your underwear remains.

This was a typical night in District Seventeen, and to avoid such incidents, Lu Xiang had arrived at an abandoned warehouse in the western suburbs half an hour before the scheduled fight.

There were many places like this, seemingly abandoned, but actually sites for gang transactions.

Far from the city center, isolated, and completely deserted by passersby after dark.

If someone unfortunate ended up a corpse in a double-cross, it would usually take several days for the body to be discovered.

While waiting for the gangs to show up, Lu Xiang hid inside the factory building of the warehouse and shared with Song Lan quite a few little-known facts about the criminal underworld. She was well-versed in the incidents that had occurred at this abandoned site, narrating how just half a month ago, a member of a drug-smuggling gang was ambushed by a group of addicts, and by the time the body was found, the dead person’s face was beyond recognition.

Song Lan listened with a mix of horror and awe, lamenting how terrifying the criminals of District Seventeen truly were. Meanwhile, Lu Xiang, the leader of Bug Swarm, demonstrated her remarkable psychological fortitude, vividly describing the various details found at the crime scene while relishing the snacks Song Lan had made.

Before long, one party to the fight arrived.

The roaring of engines filled the night sky as a gang of leather-jacketed, extravagantly coiffed Rebel Clan members rode their motorcycles into the western suburbs warehouse. Despite the absence of an Audience, they showed off their skills by stylishly sliding to a stop on the open ground.

The leader was a towering figure, wearing short sleeves even in the bitter cold, flaunting his muscular physique...

Song Lan couldn’t remember how many similar types he had seen; most of them ended up sprawled on the ground without even having the chance to say their names, their impressive muscles proving only that they were a tad stronger than the average Joe, adding a touch of prestige to their downfall.

After parking in formation, the Rebel Clan leader gave a smug smile and confidently pulled out his trump card from his waist.

A handgun.

As the leader expertly chambered a round, Song Lan felt a sense of desolation wash over him.

In the stories Lu Xiang had just told, the criminals of District Seventeen weren’t like this in the past. They were well-equipped, meticulously planned, seizing advantageous terrain before the trade, and used sniper rifles to firmly cover the opponent’s retreat.

But the minions of the Rebel Clan leader demonstrated why they sought out advantageous terrain.

Under their watchful eyes, they pulled out iron rods, machetes, and other weapons from the rear of their motorcycles.

They were all melee units.

These cold weapons instantly transported the crime scene back in time by 100 years.

Before long, a taxi slowly approached the warehouse and came to a halt by the roadside.

Just when everyone thought the person in the car would be intimidated by the confrontation and beat a retreat, a young girl in the passenger seat paid the fare, got out of the taxi without a moment’s hesitation, and headed straight for the encircled Rebel Clan.

"Who here is Big Radish Head?"

Before the Rebel Clan leader could respond, this bold challenge echoed through the empty warehouse, and without any hesitation, the taxi floored the gas pedal and vanished in the blink of an eye.

"I’m Big Radish Head, wh-what about it?"

The man standing next to the Rebel Clan leader spoke up nervously. From the looks of it, it was 12 against 1, and the "1" was a frail-looking young girl; the only thing about her that seemed a bit wicked was the saber at her waist, which seemed taller than she was.

The saber resembled those prized collectibles that wealthy people liked to auction off at high prices. The girl looked neat and clean—could she possibly be the daughter of a high-ranking executive from a major corporation?

The truth was they had come here purposefully. Before the ambush was set off, he was almost certain that the person they were after was Father Bruno’s alternate account. This might have been their chance to uncover the true nature of the Void Investigation Bureau, but who would have expected a young girl to show up instead.

Still, this wouldn’t be a loss.

Altering the plan from kidnapping a member of the Void Investigation Bureau to the daughter of a corporate executive could still net them a hefty sum of money.

"I’m asking you, why did you insult me?"

Fengling had been close to exploding with anger all afternoon.

That morning, she’d heard from the discussions among one-star rescuers about a website that held plenty of information about Void creatures, as well as some "Adventurer" stories.

After completing a full day’s work, she lay on her apartment bed, registered an account on her phone, opened a bag of chips, and was looking forward to a pleasant time reading Void stories—only to be verbally assaulted by someone unexpectedly.

She had never been cursed out like that in her whole life!

Moreover, the reasons for insulting her were completely nonsensical. She merely stated a fair comment that the Void was dangerous for the person being attacked, without expressing any inappropriate remarks.

Fengling’s questioning, however, left the Rebel Clan at a loss for words.

This was the first time someone had confronted him with such an absurd question that he fell into self-doubt.

Why insult someone online?

Does there need to be a reason? Of course not, just insult if you feel like it.

Unable to come up with an answer, he could only respond with an even firmer attitude, "It’s you I’m insulting!"

Accompanied by his resounding answer, the entire world turned upside down from top to bottom. In this strange process, he heard screams, the sound of the wind, and the noise of objects shattering.

The rubble of the wall covered half his body, and dust smeared all over his face.

He smelled blood.

Some liquid started trickling down from his forehead, dripped over his collar, and landed on the ground.

Looking ahead, he only saw his companions lying haphazardly on the ground, motionless, their fate unknown.

What had just... happened?

He didn’t know why he suddenly covered a distance of more than ten meters and smashed half of the wall at the entrance.

Wait, could that be blood coming down?

The Rebel Clan looked fearfully at the back of his hand wet with liquid, and the bright red stain made him let out a feeble cry.

"Help, somebody help!"

He was bleeding.

He might die very soon.

"Hey, did you see that?"

Inside the factory, Song Lan had also widened her eyes.

"...Did she draw her sword?"

Everything had happened too quickly. Even though Lu Xiang had been prepared, she still couldn’t see how the provocative Rebel Clan had been sent flying.

That moment had been as quick as when Song Lan activated her powers, skipping the process and jumping directly to the outcome.

But this was just too strange.

Shouldn’t a person sliced with a sword be decapitated?

Why did it look more like he was blown away by a heavy object?

"You really didn’t see it?"

Song Lan had to confirm with Lu Xiang once again.

"I didn’t."

Only after receiving Lu Xiang’s affirmative response did Song Lan realize where the unnatural feeling in her heart came from—the Rebel Clan lying in the rubble wasn’t looking straight ahead but at Fengling, a few steps away from him.

He completely ignored the gigantic creature before him, which with twisted features pressed his body into the cement ground with its claws, and from its gaping blood-filled maw, a viscous fluid continuously dripped onto the Rebel Clan’s head.

However, this was probably not the full extent of the monster.

At this moment, most of its body remained hidden within Fengling’s saber, and a conservative estimate would say the whole monster was several times larger than what he saw now.

Just now, Fengling indeed drew her sword.

But instead of executing a beautiful slash, she released a portion of the monster’s body.

The monster’s attention wasn’t on the Rebel Clan at the moment.

From the moment it emerged, it obliquely faced them, its gaze locked on the factory building where he and Lu Xiang were hiding from the start.

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