The "Survival on the Train" game has bugs, it's really laggy!

Time seemed to slow down at this moment.

All eyes were fixed on the fist and hand, one large and one small, forming a stark contrast, about to collide.

On one side, there was a ferocious iron fist burning with raging flames, like a meteor falling from the sky, carrying the power to destroy the world.

On the other side were fair and slender, seemingly even somewhat "frail" hands, nothing special.

What the hell is this?

Using his palm to block the full force of the "Iron-Faced Butcher's" attack?

Has he gone mad?!

This is a thought shared by everyone.

They could even foresee that the next second, that seemingly vulnerable hand, along with its owner, would be smashed into a bloody, charred mess by that raging fiery iron fist.

However, reality gave them a resounding slap in the face that they could never understand in their lives.

"Bang--!"

A deep, muffled roar, like two mountains colliding head-on, exploded throughout the tavern!

The imagined scene of carnage and bloodshed did not occur.

The ferocious iron fist, burning with raging flames, seemed to have struck an invisible wall of sighs made of diamond the moment it came into contact with the fair and slender hand!

All the power, all the flames, all the momentum were forcefully blocked at this moment!

There wasn't even the slightest room for progress!

"What?!"

The face hidden beneath the mask of "The Iron-Faced Butcher" changed instantly.

His eyes, burning with rage, were filled with unbelievable horror.

He felt that his punch hadn't landed on a person's palm at all.

Instead... it crashed onto a planet!

A terrifying counterforce, a hundred times more terrifying and a thousand times more tyrannical than his own power, and indescribable in any language, suddenly erupted from the opponent's seemingly ordinary palm!

"Snap!"

A crisp, clear sound of bone cracking echoed throughout the entire tavern.

The "Iron-Faced Butcher's" right hand, clad in a menacing gauntlet, shattered inch by inch, starting from the finger bones!

Next comes the wrist, forearm, upper arm...

That terrifying recoil force was like an unstoppable, armor-piercing dragon, crushing everything in its path and turning the bones of his entire right arm into dust!

"ah--!"

A belated, heart-wrenching scream finally erupted from his throat.

His massive body was like a ball that had been hit head-on by a speeding train, and he was sent flying backward at an even greater speed than when he came!

"Boom!"

A loud bang.

His body slammed heavily onto the bar counter of the tavern, causing the sturdy bar counter, made of a single piece of black iron, to collapse on the spot!

Countless bottles and glasses were sent flying into the air by the shock, then crashed down like rain, shattering into pieces.

The entire tavern was a mess.

"..."

Dead silence.

A deathly silence.

At that moment, the entire tavern seemed to have transformed into a giant tomb.

Everyone, whether they were desperate criminals or alluring dancers, seemed to be frozen in place, maintaining various comical poses.

Only one expression remained on their faces.

That is... sluggishness.

Pure, without any impurities, as if witnessing the descent of a god, an extreme state of blankness.

What did they see?

"The Iron-Faced Butcher," the demon-like man who could stop children from crying at night in the lower city.

That terrifying monster that can kill an adult rhinoceros with a single punch.

actually……

To think that someone could so easily cripple him with just one hand?

Moreover, this was after he activated his "Berserk" talent and reached the peak of his power, yet he was still completely overwhelmed head-on?

This is fucking...it's not a movie anymore.

This is like a mythological film!

Su Yuan slowly withdrew his palm, leaving not even a trace of red mark.

He shook his hands, as if brushing off non-existent dust, and then strode towards the "Iron-Faced Butcher" who was still groaning in pain amidst the ruins of the bar counter.

With each step he took, the people around him would instinctively take a step back.

The way they looked at Su Yuan was as if they were looking at a demon god who had crawled out of the abyss, wearing human skin...

"Who...who exactly are you?"

The "Iron-Faced Butcher" struggled to his feet from the ruins.

His right arm was completely useless, hanging there limply like a mushy noodle.

His menacing black mask cracked from the violent impact, revealing a face beneath it that was also covered in scars, yet filled with terror and bewilderment.

He stared intently at Su Yuan, his voice trembling.

He didn't understand.

He really couldn't understand it.

Why?

Why would someone who looks so young, even somewhat "frail," possess such terrifying, utterly unreasonable power within their body?

This power was completely beyond his comprehension.

Even more so than those high and mighty Sequencers he had ever seen... purer, even more violent!

"Me?" Su Yuan walked up to him, looked down at him, and gave him a friendly smile.

"Didn't I already say that?"

"I'm here to... pay the money."

As Su Yuan spoke, he took out a coin from his pocket and waved it in front of him.

"..."

The "Iron-Faced Butcher" stared at the coin that was dangling in front of him like a death warrant, his mouth twitching wildly, and he almost spat out a mouthful of blood on the spot.

Pay up?

You call this paying money?!

Is this how you pay money?!

You're here to collect protection money, aren't you?!

However, he only dared to think these words in his heart.

He is truly afraid now.

He had no doubt that if he dared to say another harsh word, the coin, more terrifying than an armor-piercing bullet, would pierce right through his forehead in the next second.

"Big...Big Brother..."

The "Iron-Faced Butcher's" Adam's apple bobbed up and down with difficulty.

His face, which had been filled with ferocity and violence, now forced a smile that was even uglier than crying.

"You...you must be joking..."

"It's...it's my fault for being blind and not recognizing your greatness, and for offending you..."

"Please be magnanimous and just let me go... like I'm nothing..."

He, the leader of the prestigious "Blood Axe Gang," the underground king of the lower city, actually... begged for mercy in front of all his subordinates.

Moreover, he even calls himself a "fart".

The members of the "Blood Axe Gang" around them were stunned by what they saw, as if they had been struck by lightning. Their worldviews were completely shattered.

Their leader, the man they considered as powerful as a god, actually... chickened out?

And why is he so utterly cowardly?

Su Yuan's smile widened as he looked at the "Iron-Faced Butcher" in front of him, who had been shouting for violence one second and was now bowing and scraping the next.

"Let you go?"

"It's not impossible."

Su Yuan put the coins back into his pocket, then patted the "Iron-Faced Butcher's" still relatively intact left shoulder.

"However, I've never liked being taken advantage of."

"You just punched me, and although you missed, it still scared me."

"You should at least pay some compensation for emotional distress, shouldn't you?"

"I'll pay! I'll definitely pay!" Upon hearing this, "Iron-Faced Butcher" was overjoyed and nodded vigorously without hesitation.

Forget about compensation for emotional distress, he would be willing to give up the entire "Blood Axe Gang" to the other party right now!

As long as I can live!

"Then...how much do you think is appropriate in compensation?" he asked cautiously.

Su Yuan stroked his chin, as if he was thinking seriously.

Then, he held up... one finger.

When "Iron-Faced Butcher" saw this finger, his heart skipped a beat.

One finger?

What does this mean?

One thousand train tickets?

Or... ten thousand?

Just as he was feeling uneasy and his mind was racing with all sorts of thoughts.

Su Yuan spoke slowly.

"You, and your gang."

"From today onwards, they all belong to me."

"..."

The entire tavern fell into a deathly silence once again.