The Pseudo-Human Academy: Starting with a Bricklayer Personality

The roar of the intercepting convoy's engines came from all directions, engulfing the night like a tidal wave.

Not far from Xu Feng, the armored vehicle was nearly blown in half, and its wreckage burned wildly on the asphalt road.

The crackling flames tore through the darkness, and billowing black smoke shot straight into the sky, like a twisted lighthouse, indicating the location of the Bloody Gentlemen to all the hunting convoys.

He held Hongxia in his arms, sitting elegantly and almost languidly atop the mountain of corpses.

The black cloak fluttered in the night wind, its edges brushing against the cold corpse and congealed bloodstains, casting a play of light and shadow on his handsome face in the flickering firelight.

It was an aura that blended both malevolence and majesty, like a born king surveying his spoils and the sacrifices to come.

Hans held his binoculars and gazed at the billowing smoke and burning armored vehicles in the distance.

The camera then panned to a mountain of corpses that made him gasp in horror.

As a retired special forces soldier who had experienced countless battlefields, this was the first time he had ever witnessed such a chilling scene.

The silence was broken by the exclamation of Liu Yuan, the chosen one employed by God, his voice filled with disbelief and fear:

"Look, it looks like a figure is sitting on that mountain of corpses!"

Hans adjusted the camera, zooming in to see a scene that sent chills down his spine.

A young man in a suit and tie, impeccably dressed, sits on a throne made of corpses.

Despite being in dire straits, he exuded an aura of domineering arrogance.

The young man in the suit smiled with a wicked yet elegant air, wearing a black cloak that fluttered like black wings, and holding a girl in his arms who was smiling equally alluringly.

The girl in his arms had crimson eyes and a bewitching smile.

The way the two of them snuggled together resembled a demon king and witch who had crawled out of hell, waiting for an overconfident warrior to come knocking.

An invisible sense of oppression seeped through the lens, shooting up my spine and up my head.

Is this the Bloody Gentleman?

A bloodthirsty gentleman suspected to be the escaped BOSS of the pseudo-human academy?

Why does it feel like the Demon King?

He suppressed the pounding in his heart and turned to Liu Yuan beside him:

"Just how does this bloodthirsty gentleman rank among your chosen ones?"

Liu Yuan glanced at the mountain of corpses, a disdainful sneer curling at the corner of his lips, his tone flippant:

"Hey, it's all just posturing! It looks intimidating, but it's just a paper tiger."

"We have more than 5,000 men, and even rare heavy weapons. If each of us gave him a burst of bullets, we could turn him into a sieve."

"I'm all too familiar with this setup; isn't it just Zhuge Liang's Empty City Stratagem?"

He paused, his tone growing increasingly contemptuous:

"What can a newbie who hasn't even reached 100 ranked points possibly do? Does he really think he's Superman?"

Hans looked warily at the beauty in the arms of the bloodthirsty gentleman. For some reason, the eerie girl with crimson eyes gave him an extremely dangerous feeling.

To be on the safe side, Hans asked:

"That girl gives me a very dangerous feeling. Do you have any information about her?"

Liu Yuan chuckled and said disdainfully:

"That girl's name is Hongxia, a chosen one of the Dachang City Anomaly Management Bureau. When she entered the first instance, she was just a useless person sitting in a wheelchair with a feeding tube inserted. She was able to survive and get out of the instance thanks to her teammates."

"After leaving the dungeon, Hongxia stood up from her wheelchair. That girl was left with psychological trauma, and her performance in the second dungeon was completely useless. She only survived because of the Bloody Gentleman, and she's not worth worrying about at all!"

He waved his hand, his tone resolute:

"What threat could a useless person who gets out of a wheelchair pose? The real threat is the Bloody Gentleman."

Upon hearing this, Hans's tense nerves relaxed slightly, but as his gaze swept across the empty battlefield, a trace of doubt arose again:

"Where are the Chinese soldiers who escorted him? We haven't seen a single one!"

"Hey Hans, you're just too suspicious!"

Liu Yuan patted him on the shoulder, his tone tinged with impatience:

"With such a large force like ours, those soldiers would have been scared away long ago. It must be that the Chinese military couldn't bear to lose any more lives and threw him away as a expendable pawn."

He scoffed, brimming with confidence: "I really don't know what you're afraid of? He's just bluffing. No matter how strong he is, he can't possibly take on five thousand people by himself. This isn't a movie!"

Hans stared at the unmoving, demon-like figure atop the mountain of corpses and took a deep breath.

Yeah! What am I afraid of?

Five thousand against one, the advantage is in my hands!

The hunting convoys surrounded Xu Feng, trapping him in the center.

The captains of dozens of mercenary squads, confident of victory, jumped out of their vehicles and, with remarkable tacit agreement, refrained from firing, intending to tease their prey before taking action.

"Bloody Gentleman, you have nowhere to run. What regrets do you have? Tell them in hell!"

The mercenary captain raised his hand and shot the Bloody Gentleman. A flash of light appeared, and everyone thought Xu Feng would die.

However, Xu Feng reached out and grabbed it in full view of everyone.

He opened his palm in front of a large group of mercenaries, and a bright yellow bullet appeared in his hand.

Everyone stared in astonishment, realizing that this Bloody Gentleman could indeed react to bullets, just as the information described!

The bearded mercenary captain who fired the gun smiled and said:

"Bloody Gentleman, so what if you can react to bullets? With so many of us surrounding you, you can't possibly react to every single one, can you?"

"Shoot!"

Xu Feng raised his hand to stop the bearded mercenary captain's actions.

"Yo ho! Looks like you have any last words to say?"

"No, I'm just curious how much they paid to take my head, going so far as to mobilize so many people for such a large-scale terrorist operation?"

"Speaking of which, aren't you guys fighting amongst yourselves? The person who kills me will definitely get a bigger bounty, right?"

"You didn't fire when you first saw me, weren't you all on guard against each other?"

The bearded mercenary captain laughed heartily and said:

"Kid, do you want us to fight amongst ourselves?"

"You're overthinking it. We don't know how much money the client gave us, but all the mercenary teams that participated in the operation received the exact same bounty afterward, so you don't need to worry about that."

"No matter who kills you, we will all receive the same bounty."

Xu Feng swallowed hard. Actually, he was a little unsure about dealing with five thousand people at once. He was even thinking of using psychological warfare to make them fight each other!

As it turned out, he was completely overthinking things.

It seems the person who posted the task is a real shrewd one, having even considered this possibility.

"Kid, have you finished your last words? If you're done, we'll send you on your way!"

The sounds of guns being cocked echoed one after another, and countless dark gun muzzles were aimed at Xu Feng from all directions.

Xu Feng sighed softly, as if he weren't the one being targeted by the gun:

"I was originally thinking about how to deal with you in an open area! But you brought so much cover, I can safely send you all on your way."