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Chapter 342: No matter how hard you try, you can't win
P.S.: Sorry
It sounds like you have quite a few problems.

Denton, enduring the excruciating pain in his back, struggled to his feet. "If I tell you all this, will you let me go?"

"That depends on whether you tell the truth or not."

Denton knew perfectly well that he couldn't tell the whole truth.

"Think about it, Denton, think about it." He breathed heavily, asking himself, "If I hadn't encountered the Mysterious Man, what would I have done in this situation?"

Two seconds later, he organized his thoughts.

“Okay.” He staggered back a few steps, grabbed the wall for support, and replied, “I’ll tell you everything, but you have to spare my wife and me.”

“Very well.” The yellow figure let out a terrifying laugh: “First question, were you one of the gangsters who attempted to attack Steig a few days ago?”

"I am."

Denton was having a hard time even raising his hand, so he took a few steps back and braced himself against the wall with one side of his back to prevent himself from falling.

Upon hearing this answer, the man in yellow moved closer and asked, "How many people were there, and what tools were they using?"

"Six men, twelve guns, we didn't actually fight them, we just drove away in a van."

Denton's description was accurate in every detail, which convinced the man in yellow that what he said was true.

"Then why didn't you take action?"

"Steger left early that day, the plan failed, and we missed our chance."

Who are the other five people?

"It's cough! It's cough! It's dandun!"

Denton gritted his teeth and endured the tearing pain in his back wound, uttering a name amidst his painful coughs and gasps.

"Who?"

The yellow figure took a few steps closer.

"Yes—Denton Black!"

The moment the man in yellow approached, Denton suddenly sprang into action, and two more Dentons instantly split from his body, flanking him from the left and right. Caught off guard, the two clones ducked and charged at the man in yellow, opening their arms to grab him, while Denton himself immediately raised his hand to draw his gun, ready to fire.

"Who are you--!"

The man in yellow was indeed surprised that Denton was a superhuman. He was taken aback by this unexpected situation, and in that short time, the two Denton clones who were right next to him pounced on him.

After the man in yellow reacted and entered high-speed mode, the arms of the two Dentons had already touched him, and the grappling and encirclement were about to be completed. There was no room left for him to move.

"Worth a try."

The man in yellow spoke again, but unlike the previous times, this time his tone was filled with icy killing intent and disdain for Denton's resistance and struggle.

hum-

His body became even more indistinct at this moment, and there seemed to be a strange buzzing sound in the air, like the sound of something vibrating at high speed.

The next moment, two Denton clones, one on the left and one on the right, rushed forward.

boom!
The two bodies passed right through the man in yellow and collided head-on, leaving each other dazed and confused. Then they bounced away and fell to the ground.

Although the clones lacked the subconscious reaction to pain and injury, and were merely controllable shells, they were still flesh and blood. For the time being, they were unable to rise again.

Denton, gun in hand, was horrified. He couldn't fire the bullet no matter what he did, because he had witnessed two clones pass through the man in yellow and collide with each other. This guy was like a phantom shadow; physical damage from the real world seemed unable to harm him in the slightest.

“Interesting, Blake.”

He let out a low, cold laugh: "You've hidden it well, and you've been very patient. If you hadn't met me, no one would have known you were a superhuman." "Do you think your ability can be your trump card for a desperate counterattack?"

Denton kept his eyes fixed on the man in yellow, his gun still pointed at him.

"If you're really not afraid of getting punched, then you wouldn't have dodged my punches in the first place—I guess when others can't hit you, you can't hit others either. Conversely, when you want to attack, you can also get hit by bullets."

The man in yellow nodded as he listened to his words.

"Is the analysis finished?"

"Ok?"

Swah——

The red lightning flashed again, stirring up a gust of wind. When Denton opened his eyes again, the figure in front of him had vanished without a trace.

"he's gone?"

Denton immediately looked around, but there was no longer any trace of the man in yellow in his sight.

"It's impossible, he wouldn't just leave like that."

"clever."

A chilling sound came from behind him, and Denton froze instantly.

Because there was a wall behind him.

Before he could react, a blood-stained hand reached out from the wall and plunged into Denton's body again from behind.

"Uh!"

The intense pain almost made Denton scream. He covered his mouth with one hand, staggered a few steps, and fell forward—but his body did not hit the ground.

“My hand is holding your ribs, Blake, can you feel it?”

A terrifying sound came from behind, and the man in yellow calmly walked out of the wall.

"Do you think that being against a wall means you're safe?" He tilted his head and looked at the pale-faced Denton. "But in front of me, there is no place in the world that is absolutely safe."

click!
Denton had one of his ribs severed.

"You—uh!"

The excruciating pain in his back made Denton swallow his words. At that moment, he felt like a lamb to the slaughter, a fish on a chopping board.

Only then did he understand why the mysterious man was so certain that he would die.

“I’m too lazy to waste words, Blake.” The man in yellow casually threw him to the ground. “But your abilities have already explained a lot to me, and now, I just need to confirm one more thing—tell me, why did you change your plans, instead of trying to kill Steiger again, and instead opted for a joint appeal?”

"Stop playing tricks. If there's a next time, my right hand will slice open your heart, and then I'll slice open Elizabeth's heart."

“It’s cough, cough.” Blood seeped from Denton’s mouth and nose as he answered with difficulty, “It’s because of Elizabeth’s health. She’s getting better, cough cough, so I filed a joint appeal—I want to get my research back to treat her.”

"Oh, how touching."

The man in yellow reached into Denton's pocket, pulled out his phone, and used one of Denton's hands to unlock it. He casually asked Denton, as if making small talk, "And what about your abilities? And how did you acquire them?"

“After the Star Labs explosion, Elizabeth’s condition began, cough cough, to worsen.” Denton said whatever came to mind: “I was kicked out of the company by Steiger, and in the end, I had no choice but to experiment on myself, and that’s how I ended up like this.”

The man in yellow's eyes shone with a strange light.

(End of this chapter)