The street was utterly deserted, with all kinds of shops smashed and in disarray.

A gust of wind from who knows where was still spinning a plastic bag on the ground.

Dao Long peeked out from the alley corner, scanning left and right, then quickly dashed towards the residential building across the road.

As he ran, he shouted, "Brother Bai, take this alley."

Lv Bai was unfamiliar with many parts of Chikan Bay, so following a local like Dao Long was evidently better.

Even though taking these secluded paths was a bit troublesome, it was certainly safer than walking openly on the main street.

There was no choice; Chikan Bay had already become a battleground.

It wasn’t just prison guards attacking anymore. As the chaos intensified, all forces within Chikan Bay turned into armed hunters.

Shops, buildings, rooftops... bullets could be fired from these places at any time, and a moment of carelessness would turn one into a sieve.

In the corridor of the residential building, several prison guards stood against the wall, slowly approaching the rooms inside, checking for any oversights.

However, before they could take a few steps, they heard the door behind them being kicked open.

Dao Long’s figure flashed in like a ghost, swiftly taking out the guards before they could fire a single shot.

"Brother Bai, let’s head upstairs."

Dao Long whispered and immediately led the way towards the staircase.

"Hold on."

Lv Bai suddenly stopped Dao Long, eyeing a nearby door with a peculiar expression.

By the way, the title worn by the Death Fighter hovered above them, but the anchor point was actually their head; as long as they tilted their head, the title floating above would sway along.

At this moment, in Lv Bai’s line of sight, half of a colorful artistic font was repeatedly protruding from and retracting on that door.

It felt like the Death Fighter inside was trying hard to listen to the commotion in the corridor through the door.

After pondering for a moment, Lv Bai silently walked to the door, gathering his Grandmaster Level inner strength fully into his right hand shaped in a fist.

He shouted thunderously.

"Iron Fist Breaks Wind!"

The next moment, his right fist slammed out, splintering the door instantly, accompanied by a mist of blood behind it.

[Ding!]

[Points +1, Current Points: 58, Current Rank: 1/107]

Upon hearing the mechanized system notification, Lv Bai didn’t check the situation inside the room but turned and followed Dao Long upstairs.

It was evident that once the prison guards joined the fray, the number of Death Fighters started to decline to some extent.

After all, they were students from Oshima High School. When encountering either the internal forces of Chikan Bay or external prison guards, there would be no mercy.

What’s worse, the path out of Chikan Bay was completely blocked by the military.

Most Death Fighters weren’t much stronger than ordinary people. In this dire situation, their only option was to find a place to hide.

Whether they could survive was entirely up to fate.

As for the current situation, the luck of those trapped in Chikan Bay seemed quite poor.

With this thought, Lv Bai felt somewhat melancholic, realizing he wasn’t strong enough yet to personally take down all the Death Fighters.

"There’s more than five groups of prison guards at the square ahead; the leader must at least be a senior prison guard. We can only avoid them by going this way."

As soon as the two reached the rooftop of the residential building, Dao Long bent down, under the cover of several drying blankets, and they quietly approached the edge of the rooftop.

"Brother Bai, did you notice, over there, over there, and over there."

Dao Long pointed successively in a few directions, "There are definitely snipers equipped with tungsten carbide armor-piercing bullets. If hit by such a bullet, even a Grandmaster would suffer."

Following Dao Long’s directions, Lv Bai glanced a few times but saw nothing amiss.

After all, his eyes hadn’t been tempered by inner strength and were inferior in vision to some Postnatal Martial Artists.

Lv Bai nodded slightly, "I see."

"Brother Bai, listen to my count of one, two, three, and we’ll jump onto the opposite rooftop together."

Dao Long’s muscles tensed all over as he whispered the countdown.

...

On a solid wood office desk, a large number of toppled empty bottles were piled up.

On the right side, a glass display cabinet neatly arranged with a lot of books, though they had never been opened.

The man sitting in the office chair took another swig of alcohol, making his nose, red from years of alcoholism, even deeper in color.

Bang bang bang!

Violent knocking sounded, and two burly men, in a moment of urgency, didn’t wait for the red-nosed man to open the door but forcibly tore it off its hinges.

The red-nosed man had just lifted his butt off the chair to answer the door but sat back down when he saw his subordinates rush in.

"What’s up with you guys?"

"Boss, something big is up, cops have come into our turf."

One of the subordinates said urgently.

"Let them fight amongst themselves, don’t interfere, after all Oshima and the top forces of the Nanxing Association... Wait, what did you say? Cops?!"

The red-nosed man was quite shocked, sobering up significantly.

Having mingled in Chikan Bay for so long, he couldn’t remember how many years it had been since he’d heard the word cop.

The subordinate nodded frantically, speaking rapidly, "Yes, not Oshima or Nanxing Association people, it’s cops! Lots of cops!"

The red-nosed man’s expression instantly became serious, anxiously inquiring, "Do you know what’s going on? Why would cops come to Chikan Bay?"

The subordinate was about to respond when a terrifying fist wind blew him apart.

Limbs and fragments splattered everywhere, as if turning the entire office into a horrific murder scene.

The red-nosed man, confused and bewildered, touched his face, pulling away a strip of flesh.

"Yuck~"

Coming to his senses, he bent over, retching repeatedly.

Hyde, the prison warden, walked in from the door, glanced around the office, too lazy to make a move himself, and waved his hand: "Only two left, fine, arrest them."

Several fully armed prison guards rushed into the office, subduing the two members of the dark forces who were already terrified out of their wits.

Hyde lit a cigarette and held it in his mouth, making as if to turn and leave.

His level of strength wouldn’t naturally be squandered on such trifling matters as cleaning up.

However, at this moment, two successive noises from above attracted his attention.

He looked up at the ceiling for a while, then inquired to the bewildered, red-nosed man at the desk: "Is there anyone upstairs?"

The red-nosed man instinctively shook his head, "Up... upstairs, there’s nothing."

Hyde, noncommittal, signaled to a nearby subordinate, indicating he should take a few people upstairs to check.