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In the center of the bombing, thick smoke filled the air, obscuring vision of the surroundings.

The sign of the bar was broken nearby, yet it still flickered stubbornly with light.

A hand burst out from the ruins, pushing aside a heavy slab of wall above, and with a slight tremble, the debris around it was shaken off and fell away.

Crash...

The debris hit the ground and shattered once again.

This towering figure, at least three meters tall, stretched and squinted, surveying the scene around him.

Then, another man, wearing a black suit and looking disheveled, crawled out from the rubble. He took out his gold-rimmed glasses, put them on, and walked towards a certain spot from memory.

Under the protection of the giant, he hadn't suffered any severe injuries, only a few scratches.

The man reached a certain spot and then turned his head to call out to the blurry figure of the giant, "Robert, come over here and help!"

Robert glanced in his direction, his solid muscles and robust frame appearing still very naive. He hesitated for a moment, then walked over with big strides and saw the man digging for something.

But with his strength, even lifting a piece of broken wall was difficult.

Robert single-handedly grabbed the fractured wall and threw it far away. After moving several pieces like this, an opening was revealed.

There were obvious traces of blood.

"Hurry, save them!" the man said quickly.

Robert's eyes flickered slightly, then he heard him continue, "The military must have already surrounded the area by now; we must leave before they start their search."

So why waste time saving someone?

Unless that person was useful to him.

Because just as he finished speaking, he felt the cool moisture of water droplets coming down.

The military was preparing to attack.

The smoke from the explosion was too thick, spreading over the ruins with the still-burning flames and black smoke, posing the risk of secondary explosions at any moment. The air was filled with dust that choked with each breath.

Those buried under the rubble might also face the danger of suffocation.

Robert lifted another slab of wall and then, grabbing a leg, pulled a person out.

"It's not him!" the man frowned.

Robert discarded the body and continued to dig.

The situation was extremely urgent, and the man in glasses covered his mouth to cough against the crackling background of the burning, vaguely hearing the sound of deliberately muted footsteps.

Perhaps the other party was still at a distance, but this was enough to make him tense.

At that moment, the rubble nearby shifted, pieces of debris started to levitate and break apart, an unexpected change that made the man swiftly turn to look.

In the dense smoke, the scene was barely discernible.

"Bai Mufei?"

"Eh~ Are you looking for him?"

The voice of a young man came from the opposite side, and next to his blurred figure, a person was being held up by the sticking pieces of rubble.

The man couldn't see clearly, so he took two steps tentatively towards it, squinting to make out the outline of the person.

"Is he still alive?" the man asked.

"Seems like there's still some breath left in him, should I help him?"

Upon hearing this, the man was about to say go ahead and wake him up, but then he saw a sharp object formed of condensation aimed at the person's throat through the smoke.

The man quickly swallowed his words.

He hastily shouted, "Don't touch him! His ability is fixed-point teleportation, and we must have already been surrounded by the Inspection Team. We need his ability to get out safely!"

The sharp object stopped.

There were no further movements on the other side.

Robert squinted slightly and stepped towards the location, and the man, gaining some courage, followed behind him.

When they approached, they saw the green-eyed youth still sitting in the battered gaming chair, his lazy, curled-up posture unchanged from before, as if he was sealed to the chair.

Only now, he looked even more disheveled.

During the recent explosion, even with his molecular manipulation ability and superior spiritual power, he could still be struck inadvertently in the second "Flash Spirit" attack by the authorities.

The wound on the youth's forehead was quite severe, the crimson blood streaming across his eyebrow bone, meandering down from the corner of his eye.

Yet his demeanor still seemed spirited.

He sat on the battered gaming chair, as if on a noble and majestic throne, hovering in mid-air, supporting his chin with his hand and looking down on the two of them.

Next to him was a half-dead young man.

The young man's superpower was fixed-point teleportation. By drawing an Array at a location, he could connect to an Array there and teleport objects or creatures to it.
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No matter the size of the thing being teleported, only one could be teleported at a time, but the advantage was that the Array did not require the presence of the superpower owner.

They were pressed for time!

They needed to wake the person, have them draw an Array, and teleport one by one!

The man with the gold-rimmed glasses was already very anxious. He tried to stay calm and said, "Bai Mufei, I can pretend the attack on our comrade just now didn't happen, now wake up Lin Qi, and let's leave this place together!"

Luo Kun leaned against the back of the chair and snapped his fingers. The half-dead young man suddenly opened his eyes with a jolt.

His eyes were still confused, completely out of it, until the pain from the wound in his chest and abdomen brought him back to reality.

Then he remembered, the base had exploded!

But now, looking around, it seemed that not only the base had been destroyed, but the insane Inspection Team had also bombed the entire slum settlement!

Though the stronghold wasn't actually the headquarters, it was equivalent to one since the majority of the Paradise Bird members from the Huai'an District, as well as the technicians, were based there.

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