Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 1130 - 552_3

This punch landed solidly without any room to dissipate its force.

Fatty Hu had no way to dodge, and could only grit his teeth and use his right shoulder to forcefully take it.

"Crack!"

That was the sound of bones cracking, enough to make one’s teeth ache.

Fatty Hu’s entire body was like being hit head-on by a high-speed truck.

His two-hundred-pound stout figure was lifted off the ground, spewing a shot of blood in mid-air, and crashed heavily onto the vent pipe a dozen meters away.

The tin pipe was dented inwards from the impact.

Fatty Hu fell to the ground, struggling to get up again, but found it difficult to sustain.

"Fatty Hu!"

Old Chen saw this, his heart burning with anxiety.

They couldn’t delay any longer; if they did, it would truly mean total annihilation!

Since the hostage has been rescued, the only mission now is to survive.

"Stop fighting, the mission is complete! Shen Wei has been rescued!"

Old Chen used all his strength to shout at his companions who were still fighting hard:

"Everyone, retreat immediately!"

This shout echoed across the chaotic battlefield.

Fei Ying and Eagle Eye, who had already prepared to fight to the death, instinctively looked towards the direction of the iron cage, and their eyes instantly ignited with hope for survival.

However, before they could make a move, a cold, bone-chilling laugh seemed to come from the depths of Hell.

"Want to leave?"

The Masked Guest spoke, the clown mask on his face appeared particularly sinister and eerie under the light.

He stood with his hands behind his back, sweeping a contemptuous gaze over the battered intruders:

"Bloodthorn’s turf isn’t a place you can come and go as you please."

As his words fell, a terrifying, suffocating Spiritual Telekinesis erupted without reservation.

The entire Roof Terrace seemed to tremble in response.

The steel bars, rubble, shards of glass, even the twisted remnants of the iron door scattered on the ground.

At this moment, all defied the Law of gravity and slowly floated into the air.

They were densely packed, concealing the night sky.

Every piece of debris vibrated under the influence of telekinesis, emitting a buzzing sound.

At this moment, the Masked Guest seemed to transform into the master of this space.

With just a thought, the storm of steel would fall instantly, turning the Illuminati members into minced meat.

Despair hung heavily on everyone’s hearts.

Fatty Hu leaned against the deformed pipe, watching the countless blades floating overhead, a bitter smile tugging at his lips.

Fei Ying, holding his knife, couldn’t help but feel his hand tremble slightly.

As for Eagle Eye and Old Chen, hiding behind cover, their expressions also darkened.

Against absolute power, they were like lambs waiting to be slaughtered, and even escaping had become a luxury.

The Masked Guest enjoyed this thrill of controlling life and death, slowly raising his right hand, spreading his five fingers towards the Illuminati crowd.

"In your next life, make sure to keep your eyes wide open."

He said lightly, preparing to swiftly clench his fingers, intending to bring down the final judgment.

Just then, an calm voice abruptly sounded from among them.

"The one who should keep their eyes open is you."

Though not loud, the voice clearly penetrated the ears of everyone present.

In an instant, everyone turned sharply, looking towards the direction the voice came from.

Only to see in the darkness on the eastern side of the Roof Terrace, a silhouette had appeared on the railing wall, without anyone knowing when.

The night wind blew fiercely, fluttering the hem of the black coat.

Hands in pockets, he stood at the edge of the hundreds of meters high structure.

Behind him lay the city’s dazzling neon lights and the bottomless Abyss.

He looked down from above at the Masked Guest.

In those eyes danced a captivating golden light, like a God watching the ants on the ground.