Painful scream of the enemies echoed throughout the entire mall, the sounds were so terrifying that they could shake anyone to the core.
Hearing the horrifying fight outside and the cries of the goons, the innocent people hiding inside the mall, along with the entire staff, were trembling in fear.
Everyone had become alert. Holding their breath, they tried to understand just how dangerous the situation outside really was.
For a moment, the entire store fell into such deep silence that it felt as if time itself had stopped.
In one corner of the store, where a faint dim light flickered weakly, the mall manager sat nervously.
His face was drenched in sweat, and his hands were trembling badly. Looking at his staff with forced firmness and hidden fear, he swallowed hard before speaking in a shaky voice,
"Thes....These sounds... It feels like a terrifying fight is happening.. outside..."
Hearing their manager's words, the eyes of a junior fashion consultant widened with fear and shock. With a pounding heart, she softly said,
"Why don't we go... outside and check, manager? Our senior went... outside too."
After hearing her, the rest of the staff hiding in the dim light looked at each other. Fear still filled their hearts, but the fierce battle outside had
shaken them deeply from within. One by one, they silently nodded in agreement.
The manager then took a deep breath. His tone had changed now—the panic in his voice had been replaced by heaviness and seriousness.
Looking at everyone, he finally said,
"Yeah... maybe we should help.. them too. They might actually need... us..."
The manager's words were enough to awaken the courage buried deep inside them.
Their fear was pushed aside, replaced by the desire to do something. All of them stood up together, and this time their steps no longer trembled.
Opening the safe store door, they stepped out into the dangerous mall and headed toward the main hall.
But the moment their eyes landed on the scene ahead, they froze in complete shock!
The sight in front of them filled them with a strange kind of courage. Without wasting a second, they rushed forward and stood protectively behind Younshu and Alisha like human shields.
Right in front of them, Zavian was creating absolute chaos! In his hand was a soft hose pipe, which he swung like a deadly sword while brutally
beating the goons. Every strike carried terrifying precision and monstrous force.
"Move!"
Zavian roared furiously as he swung the pipe through the air with full force and slammed it hard against a goon's back.
"WHACK!
The impact produced a bone-cracking sound. The goon screamed in agony, instantly grabbing his waist as darkness covered his vision. Groaning painfully, he collapsed onto his knees.
"Aaagghh...!!" A horrifying scream escaped his mouth and echoed across the entire mall.
But before Zavian could even take a single breath, danger approached from behind.
Seizing the opportunity, another goon gathered all his strength and attempted to land a deadly kick directly onto Zavian's back—!
"HA--YAAAA--HHRGH!
The thug leaped into the air, trying to land a deadly kick on Zavian . But before his attack could even touch him, Zavian reflexes completely turned the situation around.
In the blink of an eye, Zavian released the third thug standing in front of him and instantly spun around,
smashing the soft hose pipe with full force against the attacking thug's leg.
"WHACK!
Taking a deep breath, Zavian slowly exhaled and lifted his gaze toward the thug.
There was an icy calmness in his eyes—cold enough to shake anyone's soul. A proud and dangerous smirk spread across his face.
Brushing his hair back with two fingers in pure attitude, he spoke in a sharp and chilling tone,
"A real fight is done.. with hands and legs... not by making noise with.. your mouth."
The second thug immediately crashed onto the floor while clutching his leg in agony.
The bone had shattered so badly that he no longer had the strength to even think about standing up again.
Because that thug probably didn't realize that the man beating him wasn't some ordinary human... he was the King of Demons himself—The King Demon!
Writhing in unbearable pain, the thug tightly grabbed his broken leg and screamed at the top of his lungs,
"Aaagghh..! He broke my leg! He broke... my leg!"
Hearing the thug cry and scream like that, Sheyaan, who was calmly sitting on the chair, couldn't hold herself back anymore.
She clapped excitedly, and her sharp laughter echoed throughout the entire mall.
"Hahaha!
You call yourself a tough gangster, and you're crying like a girl? Be a man already!" Sheyaan mocked the thug as he writhed in pain.
Hearing her words, the frightened staff members finally relaxed and burst into laughter.
Even Younshu and Alisha smiled in relief. Their laughter completely changed the terrifying atmosphere of the mall for a moment, filling the place with warmth and hope.
But that peace wasn't going to last long for the enemies. On the other side, another fierce clash had already begun.
Fangxi suddenly lunged from behind and grabbed Youlang by the collar. Reacting instantly, Youlang swung his elbow back with full force, trying to smash it straight into Fangxi's face.
But Fangxi was no ordinary fighter. The moment the elbow came toward him, Fangxi caught it mid-air in the blink of an eye.
His grip was so powerful that Youlang's arm froze completely in place.
Before Youlang could even recover from the shock, Fangxi twisted his arm harder and violently pulled him around in one sharp motion.
SWISH!
Without wasting even a second, Fangxi poured all his strength into one brutal punch and slammed it directly into Youlang's face!
CRACK!
The punch was so terrifying that a painful scream burst out of Youlang's mouth.
His nose bone had shattered, and blood immediately started pouring down his face.
"Aaaahhh!! Aaaadhhh!!"
Clutching his face, Youlang twisted and screamed in unbearable pain.
Youlang placed his trembling hands over his nose. The moment he saw his palms covered in blood, whatever sanity he had left completely shattered. Burning with rage, he glared at Fangxi with blood-red eyes and roared,
"Yo...You dare do...this to me?! I swear I won't let you live.., you bastard!"
Blinded by anger, Youlang suddenly lunged toward a heavy iron chair nearby.
Grabbing it tightly with both hands, he poured all his strength into it and hurled the chair straight at Fangxi!
The massive chair sliced through the air at terrifying speed. If it had been any ordinary person standing there, fear alone would have frozen them to death.
But not Fangxi. There wasn't even a trace of fear on his face. Instead, a sharp and dangerous smile appeared on his lips.
With complete calmness, he casually adjusted his coat as if he were walking a fashion runway instead of fighting in a deadly battle.
As the chair came closer, Fangxi quickly stepped back twice to build momentum.
Then, in one explosive motion, he leaped unbelievably high into the air, making everyone's breath stop!
Spinning rapidly mid-air, he unleashed a perfect tornado kick and smashed it directly into the incoming chair with all his strength!
BOOMMM!
The moment Fangxi's kick connected, the heavy iron chair violently shook in mid-air. In the very next second, Fangxi landed gracefully on the ground.
But the chair didn't stop—because of the monstrous force behind his kick, it now spun through the air at double speed, flying straight back toward Youlang himself!
Watching his own attack return toward him like death itself, Youlang's eyes widened in horror. His entire body turned cold as fear completely took over his mind—!
Suddenly, the heavy iron chair slammed directly into Youlang's head. The impact of that brutal hit was far too much for his body to handle.
His balance completely collapsed, and he stumbled before crashing hard onto the floor.
A horrifying scream filled with pain echoed throughout the entire hall. Blood continuously poured from both his head and nose, spreading across the shiny mall floor.
"Aaaahhh..! Aaaahhh..!!"
Now Youlang and all of his goons were lying across the mall floor, badly injured and writhing in pain.
The same men who had arrived to spread terror were now completely helpless.
Some clutched their heads while screaming in agony, while others held onto their broken legs and groaned painfully.
The entire hall was filled with the cries of the wounded goons, yet in the middle of all that chaos,
two people remained completely calm. Zavian and Fangxi slowly turned toward each other.
Their faces carried a deep seriousness, as if everything that had just happened was completely normal for them.
As they stared at one another, both slightly lowered their gazes, and a quiet, cunning smirk appeared on their lips.
Without saying a single word, they simply nodded at each other—a silent signal that only the two of them could understand.
Hiding his smirk, Fangxi became serious once again. He shifted his sharp gaze and looked directly at Younshu before speaking in an extremely grave voice.
Fangxi turned his wrist and glanced at his watch with a serious expression. The color instantly drained from his face. Stepping forward,
he spoke in a heavy and trembling voice, "We're running out of time... We only have two or three minutes left! We need to find that bomb and defuse it as fast as possible!"
"What?!"
Younshu's heart dropped in shock. Looking at Fangxi with deep worry, he said,
"But boss... how are we supposed to find the.. bomb? None of us even know where.. they've hidden it!"
Hearing Younshu's helpless words, Youlang—who was lying on the floor covered in blood—started laughing in a terrifying way despite his pain.
"Hahaha... Hahaha...!"
Slowly lifting his head, he spoke in a chilling voice,
"Now all of you are going.. to die! I'd like to see how you people... manage to find that bomb somewhere inside... this entire mall!"
Hearing Youlang's hateful and twisted words, everyone standing there felt their hearts sink.
A deep silence spread across the hall. They were completely shocked, because Youlang was right.
None of them had the slightest idea were the deadly boom hidden. The clock hands kept moving forward..and death was getting closer with every passing second.