Mr. Fu, long time no see.

Tang Mo and Luo Feng Cheng naturally couldn't go back to Atak now, as Jacks said. They waited until eight in the morning. They were sure that nothing had happened in the Black Tower at six o'clock, and everything was normal at eight o'clock.

When the sun rose, there were more players who went under the Black Tower to observe the changes in the new version. Most of these players weren't very defensive, and although they were wary of the people around them, they wouldn't be as careful and conceal themselves as the fifty or so players at Ground Zero.

The three Tang Mo's went back to the Black Tower during the day to observe it again. Tang Mo took a light-colored jacket from a roadside store and changed into it. His appearance was quite deceptive, and in this kind of casual clothes, he looked like an ordinary college student without any threat. In the crowd, Tang Mo noticed a few sweeping eyes, but he pretended not to be bothered by them, standing with Luo Feng Cheng and Jacks, but Jacks stood out more.

Soon, the trio returned to Pudong.

Along the way, Luo Feng Cheng said, "The Black Tower didn't give any hints to the players on the new version, and we can only rely on ourselves to slowly figure out the assembly copy and the reality copy. But without a doubt, the mandatory tower attack every three months won't change."

Tang Mo nodded, "Yes. Of the fifty people I was with last night, most were probably stowaways. The Black Tower detests stowaways, and even the monsters in the tower are extremely hostile to stowaways. As long as they eat the stowaways, they can gain great power. They sneaked in last night to observe the Black Tower, supposedly trying to find a solution to the stowaway's identity. But this update of the Black Tower has nothing to do with stowaways."

The reason why Tang Mo went under the Black Tower last night was to find out more information. No one knew what the update to the Black Tower would be like, this was its first update, and they had to have more information in order to better survive the next version. For example, if he hadn't come last night, he wouldn't have seen the little dot of light that blinked 62 times.

Luo Fengcheng was a reservist with extremely weak combat power, and he was going to come also to check the changes in the Black Tower. Before Earth came online he was the leader of the Black Tower research group in Shanghai, and there was no one who knew the Black Tower better than him.

Jacks listened to Tang Mo's words and rightly said, "Stowaways are murderers in the first place, it's good that the Black Tower hates them. That stowaway organization actually ate people's hearts, and Nie Fei died at their hands. If there were fewer of them, we would have a better chance of surviving."

"There are various reasons for killing." Luo Fengcheng looked up at Jacks, "Before the Black Tower gave humans three days to log in, it didn't state that killing was one of the ways to enter the game, and according to this speculation, 99% of stowaways don't kill for the sake of the Black Tower. But killing people doesn't necessarily make them bad people. There are many reasons for killing."

Jacks nodded with some understanding, "I know."

Tang Mo looks at them, slowly sinking into contemplation.

It's never true that it's not always the bad guys who kill.

Tang Mo is not sure how the Black Tower defines a stowaway, but according to the Black Tower's usual rough and tough style, in its definition, no matter why you kill, you are a stowaway. For example, the 15-year-old middle school girl Tang Mo met in the Big Mole game.

This little girl got pregnant by an online friend who cheated on her feelings, and by the time she looked back and realized that the other person was never going to be with her, seven months had passed and it was too late. Her parents decided not to take any chances for her physical safety and had the baby, which they raised for their daughter. The little girl strangled the child after it was born, and she was defined as a stowaway by the Black Tower, and the Great Mole couldn't wait to kill her and devour her.

According to Chinese law, this offense was definitely not a death sentence, and it was even possible that the sentence would not last more than a few years. But in the eyes of the Black Tower, stowaways were all equal. Whether you are a stowaway who kills people and eats their hearts, or a stowaway who strangles babies, it all ends the same way.

"Where was the highest survival rate in the world when Earth came online." Tang Mo asked suddenly.

Jacks thought for a moment, "I think it's China and India, right? It's the most populous country in the world."

Tang Mo shook his head.

Luo Fengcheng: "It's a war region. A large population base may cause the total number of surviving players to be high, but proportionally, there will be more surviving players in war regions. This is because they are killing people every day." Killing was one of the easiest ways to enter the game.

Tang Mo and Luo Fengcheng exchanged glances.

Soon it was back to the mall.

The new update of the Black Tower didn't bring any changes to the players, Tang Mo carefully observed every player coming in and out of the arcade. As usual, they didn't seem to feel any difference between the new version of Black Tower and the usual. Until the next day, when a reservist ran into the mall in a hurry.

This was an unassuming middle-aged man with a thin body, the most ordinary one among the eighty or so players in the mall. Tang Mo stood on the third floor of the mall and looked down, only to see that as soon as he entered the mall, he rushed towards a certain store as fast as he could. As he walked, he kept looking around, carefully checking out the people around him, as if he was worried about others noticing him.

Tang Mo narrowed his eyes as he turned and walked down the stairs.

A light-colored shadow passed quickly through the forest of stores and stopped by a cake store.

The middle-aged man entered the clothing store and locked the door, and when he looked in through the glass door, he could not be seen. Tang Mo looked around and walked into the cake store next door. He locked the cake store from the inside, then walked to the back of the cake store and found the ventilation fan.

On the kitchen table are moldy cake mixes, and the ventilation fan is covered in dust. Tang Mo dismantled the fan and measured the diameter of the air opening with his right hand. After a moment's contemplation, he took out Granny Wolf's Little Yang San, and after reciting an incantation, Tang Mo moved his right wrist, and the tip of the umbrella of the Little Yang San poked through the wall ten centimeters below the vent.

A crisp crack sounded, and Tang Mo poked four more small holes around the wall of this vent in the same manner. He put away the little Yang San and carefully followed the small holes, removing these broken pieces of stone. Then he bent down and drilled out the holes to the clothing store's warehouse.

He pressed himself against the door of the warehouse, listening to the voices of a man and a woman coming through the door.

"Li Qiang got pulled into a copy of reality! Just a moment ago, I was walking nicely with him when he was suddenly pulled in."

"What?!"

"Shhh, keep your voice down." The middle-aged man hurriedly covered his companion's mouth.

After a few moments, a female voice sounded, ''How do you know that's a reality copy? Isn't the reality copy something that the Black Tower only recently came up with, did Li Qiang enter some undiscovered copy of the game. It's the kind of very safe copy that we used to go to often?"

"Of course not, just a copy of reality." There was a hint of fear in the man's voice, "A good-sized iron cobbler just appeared out of nowhere from behind the factory and dragged Keiko away. I don't know what Keiko did, I was right next to him, and the iron cobbler just hemmed and hawed and smiled at me and didn't drag me away. And told me that I was welcome to enter the copy as well."

Tang Mo's eyes narrowed.

The woman said, "What about Brother Qiang? Why don't you tug when Qiang goes in?!"

The middle-aged man is still saying, "I'm still tugging? I'm tugging with what. That cobbler's nails are covered in fucking blood. If I dare say one more word, I shall not die. I'll just hurry back ......"

"Bang--"

A loud voice rang out outside the clothing store, and the middle-aged man and woman trembled in fear. The two men hiding behind the cash register stood up trembling and looked at the man who had kicked the door in.

In Tang Mo's hand was the iron lock that the middle-aged man had just locked onto the door, which had now broken in half. He casually threw the heavy lock onto the ground and took a step forward to the two preppers. His gaze swept over the woman's body and finally looked at the middle-aged man.

Tang Mo's tone is subdued, "Did you just say that a Black Tower monster has appeared in the real world?"

The middle-aged man had once seen Tang Mo walking with a member of the Atak organization, but that kind of information was very important and worth a lot of money. With a twinkle in his eye, he planned to hide it. "I just saw a man pull my companion away ......"

Tang Mo faded, "Because the Atak organization is based here, nearby stowaways never dare come to this mall." It is only then that you can spend every night without fear.

The middle-aged man and woman looked at each other as if they didn't understand what Tang Mo meant by that.

Looking at their expressions, Tang Mo suddenly felt as if he should have been tougher. He now had two choices, one was to turn around and go straight to Jacks. Jacks could be feared in the mall, he never hurt anyone, but that terrifyingly tall body was like a giant, making every prepper afraid. And the other option is to ......

"Brush--"

A small pink Yang San pierced straight through the wall in front of the middle-aged man and woman, and then brushed the umbrella. Cobweb-like cracks appeared on the wall, which soon spread out and densely covered half of the wall.

The middle-aged man's heart stopped when he saw this scene. He then slowly turned his head to look at this strange young man.

Tang Mo hooked up the corner of his lips, but his eyes were incomparably cold: "Not to say ...... kill you."

Five minutes later, Tang Mo walked into Luo Fengcheng's office and opened the door, "The reality copy has appeared."

Luo Fengcheng immediately looked up, "Reality copy?"

Tang Mo brought the middle-aged man into Luo Fengcheng's office.

This was the first time this person had entered the base of the Atark organization. In this mall, all three underground parking lots were Atark's territory, and other players were not allowed to enter. He walked boldly to Luo Feng Cheng, his voice trembling as he told everything he saw.

Luo Feng Cheng gathered Jacks, Tang Qiao, plus him, Tang Mo and Little Fatty, the five of them followed the middle-aged man to find the place where the reservist called Li Qiang was dragged away.

When he walked a kilometer near that area, Luo Fengcheng stopped in his tracks. "Be careful, the way the copy is triggered here is unknown for now. If we go over there easily, there's a high chance that we'll be pulled into that reality copy as well."

Luo Fengcheng asked the middle-aged man to carefully point out the location where the iron shoemaker appeared.

"It's around that corner, Li Qiang and I wanted to try out a copy of the one over at the brewery today, the one that's safe to exit. I didn't expect to hear a sound of iron locks dragging on the ground just as we got there. We were just reservists, not much of a fighter, so we were so scared that we just wanted to find a place to hide. But it wasn't even a few seconds before that iron cobbler appeared. It came out from over there." The middle-aged man pointed to a corner of the factory building.

Tang Mo stared and asked, "What does he look like?"

The middle-aged man was still a bit scared when he thought about it now, "He was two meters tall, at least two meters, very strong. He was yanking a broken iron lock in his left hand, and in his right hand he was holding a long nail, which was covered in blood."

Tang Mo: "How do you know he's an iron shoemaker?"

The middle-aged man straightened up, "He said it himself. As soon as we met he told Li Qiang, welcome to the Iron Shoemaker's game world."

The middle-aged man again pointed out the path he and his companions had once traveled, and the place where the iron shoemaker had disappeared. Tang Mo The crowd let him go and walked together to that neighborhood, watching from a distance.

Luo Feng Cheng: "Zhao Ziang, try to move something over."

Zhao Ziang nodded his head.

Little Fatty possessed the supernatural ability of spatial movement, and he moved a nail there first. This kind of small thing he moved effortlessly, and he harnessed the nail and pierced the land and air near the factory back and forth. The nail traveled across without touching anything.

Tang Qiao then took out a large piece of foam and handed it to Fatty. The foam was huge, but it was very light and easy to move. Little Fatty moved the foam and still did not encounter any obstacles.

Tang Mo pointed to a small path behind the factory building, "This place has triggered a copy before after all, let's not go through here. Go around from over there. If the monster in the Black Tower really appeared on Earth, then it's likely that its game is also played on Earth."

The five men followed the path, feeling their way forward.

As the middle-aged man said, it did not take long for Tang Mo to discover a few drops of blood. The dark-colored blood was hidden in the soil was hard to notice, Luo Feng Cheng squatted down and pulled out some dirt and put it in front of his nose to sniff. He raised his head, "Human blood, it hasn't completely dried up yet."

The Iron Shoemaker was really present in this neighborhood, and this blood was probably dripping from the Iron Shoemaker's nails.

The five of them cautiously moved forward, and halfway there, there was more and more blood on the ground. Tang Mo said, "You stay behind, the four of us will continue walking."

Luo Feng Cheng's force was too weak, and really encountering monsters would not only be dangerous, he would also be a liability to the group. He nodded in agreement and stood in place to wait.

After walking for another half kilometer, Tang Mo's footsteps suddenly stopped. A clear voice rang in the ears of the four -

"Dingdong! The reality copy 'A Lovely Iron Shoemaker' has opened. Please complete the side quest 'Chance Encounter with that Iron Shoemaker' before entering the replica."

Tang Mo's hand quickly pressed down on the handle of little Yang San's umbrella. Behind him, Little Fatty moved up the pegs, Jacks clenched his hands into fists, and Tang Qiao drew his knife. However, there was silence all around, the Iron Shoemaker did not appear, and the reality copy did not open.

Tang Mo looked around warily as he slowly loosened his grip on little Yang San's hand, "It seems that we have to complete the quest of meeting the Iron Shoemaker by chance before we can enter this copy of reality. We shouldn't be able to enter."

Tang Qiao nodded, "This really is a copy of reality. Let's go back and talk to Dr. Luo about the situation here first."

The four were ready to leave.

"Wait." Tang Mo opens his mouth and the crowd turns to look at him.

Tang Mo was seen standing between the empty paths, looking ahead with a furtive gaze. In front of him was an intersection, from which one could go back to the concrete road and walk back to the main road. It was the intersection of several factories, and it looked just like any other, nothing strange, but Tang Mo looked at it for a minute without saying a word.

Fatty asked, "Brother Tang?"

Tang Mo didn't answer him as he lifted his steps forward, one hand pressed on the little Yang San, one hand slightly raised. He took three, four steps forward. When he reached the fifth step, Tang Mo's right hand abruptly stopped and his face changed. He pressed his hand into the air and turned his head, "It's impossible to get through here."

The three men were shocked in unison.

Tang Qiao was the first to react, and ran forward to stretch out her hand and pressed it into the air just like Tang Mo. "Really, it looks like there's a wall!"

A glass-like wall blocked the air, Tang Mo could see the factory buildings and the road across the street, but could not pass through. The breeze blew behind them, passing through the invisible wall, and swept up the fallen leaves on the road across the street.

Tang Mo whispered, "The wind can get through. Fatty try it, the nails will pass or not."

Zhao Ziang responded, "Good."

A tiny nail whooshed towards the invisible wall, but just as it was about to shoot in, just like the Tang Mo four, it was blocked from the wall. As if the tiny nail had hit something, it spun at high speed and tried to drill in. Zhao Ziang collected the nail.

The floor was dry and blackened blood, and the factory area was breezy and unchanged from the usual.

Tang Mo looked up at the silent and peaceful factory.

"...... This is a copy of reality."

Tang Mo The four returned their heads and told Luo Feng Cheng what they saw. Luo Feng Cheng immediately changed his face and also walked to this invisible wall to try and touch it. He made the same choice as Tang Mo and threw small stones at the wall to try and see if he could get through. The small stones were blocked back. But the sunlight, the breeze, all of it passed through the wall unimpeded and entered this dead silent copy of reality.

Tang Mo looked towards Luo Feng Cheng, who also turned his head to look at him.

Luo Fengcheng: "Objective things, such as wind and sunlight, are accessible without obstruction."

Tang Mo said, "So, as long as something is artificially altered, nothing can enter it. Even if it's a stone."

On the second day of the new version of the Black Tower, a copy of reality appeared.

A day later, the assembled copies also appeared before the crowd.

Early in the morning of January 3, when the clock was pointing to the 6 o'clock position, a loud voice spread throughout Shanghai.

"Dingdong! The Rally Copy is open for a limited time. Game Location: Underground Man Wang Guo's Banana Tavern, Game Reward: a bottle of Uncle Mario's favorite Stinky Sock Shochu, Game Boss: the owner of the Banana Tavern. at 17:42 on January 3, players are requested to head over to the Zhongtie Zhonghuan Times Square in Jing'an District, and participate in the game!"

"Ding Dong! Rally copies open for a limited time ......"

Tang Mo was packing up his things and preparing to go back to Suzhou when he heard the sound of the Black Tower broadcasting three times. He immediately stopped his hand movements and listened carefully to the Black Tower's announcement three times. When the Black Tower's voice stopped, he was silent for a moment, pulled open the car door, and walked to Luo Fengcheng's office.

Luo Fengcheng seemed to have been waiting for him for a long time.

The two men, one sitting at the table and the other standing in the doorway, looked at each other without speaking.

After a long time, Luo Feng Cheng said, "Ten days have come and gone, and Chen Shanshan and Qiao Feifei haven't returned yet. Are you going to wait for another day to see how the assembled copies are doing, or just go back?"

Tang Mo walked to him, pulled out a chair and sat down, his voice calmly analyzing, "The biggest difference between the reality copy and the other copies is that the game location is on Earth. The Black Tower monster came directly to Earth to start the game. With a copy like this, the game content is worth pondering over, perhaps it has something to do with the nearby environment." Tang Mo raised his head and looked at Luo Feng Cheng, saying in a single word, "I will not enter the assembly copy."

Luo Fengcheng was slightly surprised, "You don't want to go in?"

"Aye. It just came out and who knows how risky it is. I'll wait here for your news."

Luo Fengcheng understood what he meant, his expression was calm, "The Atark Organization will definitely enter the assembly copy, but Tang Mo, why would we tell you such precious information?"

Tang Mo said, "Mario I have met before, and I can provide you with some information about him. Although the boss of this copy doesn't seem to be him, the prize is related to him, and he's a regular at that tavern. And I've heard about the Banana Tavern."

Luo Fengcheng's eyes lit up, "You know about this tavern?"

Tang Mo looked calm: "Yes. My Christmas welfare copy of the game boss is Pinocchio. My copy of Christmas Benefit, the game boss is Pinocchio. he once said something like 'you're like that stupid stink bug in the banana tavern, stupid and cute'."

Luo Feng Cheng narrowed his eyes, "Is that all you know?" Luo Feng Cheng's tentative gaze lingered on Tang Mo's body.

The air quieted as both men wordlessly surveyed each other, their eyes meeting in the air.

After a long time, only Tang Mo's fingers clattered on the table as he gently quirked his lips and said, "What if I said that I still have a flier advertising for a job at the Banana Tavern?"

On the afternoon of January 2, four of the most powerful official players of the Atark organization - Jacks , Zhao Ziang , Tang Qiao and a young man - all four traveled to the Jing'an district to prepare for the rally replica.

Tang Mo stays at the mall and watches them leave.

As he walked away, Little Fatty asked in surprise, "Brother Tang, aren't you going with us? You're so strong, let's go together so we can all take care of each other."

Hearing this, Tang Qiao looked up and silently glanced at Tang Mo.

There were many reasons for Tang Mo not to go, he looked at the little fat man and said the one that was most acceptable to him, "I took part in a Black Tower game where the game boss was Mario. Mario is a regular at that tavern, I'm afraid that if I ran into him there, something very bad would happen."

Fatty said, "It's not like you're always going to run into it ......"

"Whenever something bad has a chance of happening, no matter how small that chance is, it's bound to happen. Little Fatty, this is called Murphy's Law." Tang Mo smiled and taught Little Fatty a lesson.

But this time Zhao Ziang said, "I know, Shanshan said that. Shanshan said that she came back to look for us because she was worried about us running into smugglers. Shanshan she ......" The voice ended abruptly, the little fat man muttered: "Shanshan they have not come back ......"

The smile on Tang Mo's face slowly faded.

Atak's squad of four left quickly.

Luo Fengcheng: "Shanghai's assembly copy is open for the first time. Unsurprisingly, there won't be too many people going today. Players who are alone won't go, and only players who have a team and an organization will be able to venture out and try."

Tang Mo said, "The tower must be attacked once every three months, and now three days have passed.S-rank copies and other copies are limited, disappearing once cleared and hard to find again. The opening of Rally Copies and Reality Copies is to allow players to improve their strength faster and deal with the inescapable game of Tower Attack."

The voice paused, and after a long time, Tang Mo asked, "The country has been studying the Black Tower for half a year. Luo Feng Cheng, what exactly have you guys researched?"

Luo Fengcheng did not reply.

In the sound of the whistling wind, Luo Fengcheng turned around and entered the mall, leaving behind only one sentence.

"If we study anything, Tang Mo, the four research teams in Shanghai, I won't be the only one left."

Tang Mo stood in the sunlight and looked up at the huge black tower in the distance. The tower hovered there silently forever, and no matter where you stood or how far away you were from it, you could see it clearly. Looking at the tower, Tang Mo, even though she was bathed in the sunlight, felt cold and could not feel a trace of warmth in her body.

He turned and walked into the mall.

At 17:42 p.m., the Black Tower cue sounded over the city.

"Dingdong! The assembly copy is open for a limited time. 102 players from Huaxia Region 2 have successfully entered the replica."

There were 102 players in total, and the vast majority of them were definitely players with teams. The strength of the four members of the Atark Organization also belonged to the upper reaches of the entire Shanghai, Tang Mo was not worried about them clashing with other players, what Little Fatty and the others really needed to guard against was the Black Tower Creature.

Without Zhao Ziang and Jacks, Tang Mo was not familiar with the other members of the Ataque organization. He came to the second basement level of the parking garage.

Luo Fengcheng didn't waste the electricity left over from the mall on lighting, Tang Mo walked through the dark parking lot, using his memory to avoid obstacles and march forward. When he came to his usual perch beside the business car, he didn't go in first to rest.

Tang Mo listens carefully to the movements around him, paying attention to every little sound. After making sure there was no one else around, he took out a brilliant ruby from his pocket.

Today Tang Mo traded a Banana Tavern recruitment advertisement flyer with Rockwind City, as long as Little Fatty and the others come out of this rally copy, Rockwind City will tell Tang Mo the truth about the situation in the copy. that flyer was bumped out from the wall by Tang Mo with Mario's stinky hat four days ago.

Mario's hat can only be used three times a day, and the fourth time it is used, it will cause some damage to Tang Mo himself. The hat has a chance to bring out treasures, and Tang Mo never wastes it. Every day, he puts on his hat, hits the wall three times, and collects a pile of trash.

Banana tavern advertising flyers, Cinderella's shoes with foot odor ...... what odd things Tang Mo has bumped out, only not bumped out any treasure. Of course, Tang Mo did not just throw these things away, like this time, the banana tavern advertising flyer played a role, perhaps relying on this thing little fat four people can more easily pass the copy.

Unable to see the ruby in the darkness, Tang Mo ran his fingers over the tiny gem. After half a minute, he resigned himself to lifting the ruby above his head and snapping a hat onto his head.

In the next moment, the overwhelming odor of sweat comes to Tang Mo.

Tang Mo held his breath, expressionless, arms folded, aimed at the wall of the parking lot, and crashed into it as if he were ...... dying.

Bang!

A peg fell off the wall.

Bang!

A half-bitten piece of pie falls, and Tang Mo just picks it up and almost passes out from the stale saliva smell on the piece.

"This fucking stinks like Mario!" Tang Mo was so smoked out that he just exploded.

Tang Mo might be smoked to death by this horrible weapon if he wore Mario's smelly hat for a while longer. He quickly crossed his arms again and slammed his head against the wall.

Knock!

A glowing stone fell from the air and rolled to the ground with two clatters. The faint light illuminated the surrounding area of two meters. Three crashes complete, Tang Mo can't wait to remove his hat and put the ruby back in his pocket.

Tang Mo The third piece of junk that crashed out was a glowing rock. It fell out of the air, rolled on the ground for some distance, and rolled next to a pole in the parking lot. Tang Mo walks up to the rock, bends down, and picks up the glowing rock.

The moment his fingers touched the stone, Tang Mo turned his hand over and pulled out Little Yang San from his backpack, quickly reciting "Little Red Riding Hood's power is injected, the magical girl transforms". As these words fell, a low chuckle came from the darkness, unable to be held back any longer.

Tang Mo stomped on the ground with his left foot, his body whooshing out like an arrow, the rounded tip of his umbrella stabbing in a direction in the darkness.

Clank!

After a loud clash of metals, Tang Mo's hand holding Little Yang San was numbed by his opponent's powerful force. He didn't dare to be careless and opened Little Yang San with a snap, blocking the opponent's attack. The next moment, the opponent directly bypassed Little Yang San and attacked Tang Mo from below.

Tang Mo's eyes narrowed as he knocked the man's fist away with a palm strike while closing his umbrella and attacking up.

The two continued to collide and attack in the dark parking lot, making thumping sounds.

The glowing stone lay still, barely giving a little light.

This person was extremely fast, not giving Tang Mo the chance to use Little Yang San to attack remotely, and attacked close to him every time. After a few strikes, Tang Mo threw away the Little Yang San and raised his arm to block his attacks. He quickly bent down and extended his right leg, sweeping it across the opponent's lower body. The man dodged it lightly, and at the same time, one of his hands reached out, passed through Tang Mo's line of defense, and clasped Tang Mo's right wrist, and flipped it over with great force. Half of Tang Mo's body was twisted by the force, and he was snapped into the man's chest.

But Tang Mo didn't tie his hands, and in that split second of lightning, while the man was clamping down on himself, he struck out together and grabbed the man's right arm as well.

Everything only happened in the blink of an eye, the two of them working together to imprison each other's movement. Tang Mo flipped his left hand and stomped on the top of the man's foot. The latter immediately releases his wrist and takes two steps backwards, his back pressed against a parking lot pillar to avoid Tang Mo's attack. Without taking a breath, Tang Mo turned around and attacked again, pulling out the small Yang San he had thrown on the ground as he ran up, holding the umbrella horizontally in front of the man's neck.

At the same moment, a military dagger was pressed against Tang Mo's abdomen at a speed that could not be seen by the naked eye.

The two stopped moving together.

In the darkness, the faint sound of breathing seemed close by.

The voices of the members of the Atak organization spoke from the far end of the stairway. They quickly made their way up the stairs, not stopping at the second basement level. Tang Mo held the hilt of little Yang San's umbrella in a death grip, the cold dagger unsheathed and resting against the small of his back through its thick sheath.

After a long time, Tang Mo opened his mouth, his voice cold, without a single rise or fall. With a single push, he forced the small Yang San even closer to the man's throat.

"Mr. Fu, long time no see."

"Long time no see, Tang Mo." Fu Wenduo smiled.