Searching for someone in northern Myanmar, and you call that earning tuition fees?

There was no roaring, no unnecessary movements.

Su Ming's figure flickered, leaving only a blurry silhouette in the moonlight.

The first pursuer clutched his neck, his eyes wide open, blood gushing from between his fingers. He hadn't even seen where the knife had come from.

His body fell straight down.

Dead silence.

After a brief silence, came a frenzy of gunfire!

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

"Kill him! Kill him!"

The bullet tore through the air, creating a series of craters where he had just stood.

But Su Ming was no longer there.

He scurried along the tree trunks to the flank of the pursuers, his footsteps so light they were almost silent, his speed absurd, and his footwork unpredictable, each change of direction perfectly positioned him in the enemy's blind spot.

This is what his grandfather taught him: never walk in a straight line in the forest.

A burly man holding an AK had just turned the gun around when he felt a chill on his wrist, followed by a sharp pain.

He looked down and saw that his tendons had been cleanly severed!

"ah--!"

The screams abruptly stopped.

The tip of the boning knife had precisely pierced his jaw and penetrated his entire brain.

Su Ming didn't even glance at him. He drew his knife, slashed it with his backhand, and instantly severed the carotid artery of another pursuer beside him.

Fresh blood gushed out like a spring.

The whole process was so smooth and fast it was breathtaking.

He wasn't fighting; he was slaughtering.

The live stream chat disappeared.

Tens of millions of viewers were completely silent.

They could only see the bright red dot representing Su Ming through the drone's thermal imaging, like a red-hot branding iron crashing into a dense cluster of red dots.

Then, one by one, those points of light quickly dimmed and went out.

Five seconds, three people.

Ten seconds, seven people.

The pursuers in Sector K were nothing more than a rabble who bullied ordinary people because of their numbers and guns. They had never seen such a skill, purely for killing!

Every time Su Ming made a cut, it was precisely aimed at the most vulnerable points of the human body: the throat, temples, heart, and back of the neck.

Not a single cut is superfluous.

Not a single drop of blood is shed in vain.

Grandpa once said that this knife was used to butcher prey. Bones, flesh, tendons, and membranes all have their own textures. Humans are the same.

At this moment, he was the most composed anatomist.

"He's a devil! He's a devil!"

One of the pursuers completely broke down; he dropped his gun and turned to run back.

Su Ming didn't even look at him. With a flick of his wrist, the boning knife flew out of his hand, turning into a silver shooting star.

"Pfft!"

The blade pierced the deserter's back with precision, the tip emerging from his chest, leaving a trail of glaring blood.

The body fell forward, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Su Ming walked to the corpse, expressionless, gripped the hilt of the knife, and pulled it out forcefully. He wiped the blood off the deceased's clothes and held the knife in his hand again.

His gaze swept over the remaining pursuers, who numbered less than twenty.

Those people were all terrified.

They gripped the guns, but felt as if they were holding cold scrap metal, not weapons. Their legs were stiff, and they couldn't move an inch.

Fear spread among the pursuers.

This young man is not human!

He had no bulletproof vest, no protection whatsoever, only a tattered T-shirt and a small knife.

But this very knife, in just one minute, claimed the lives of more than thirty of their companions!

In the command center of the Criminal Investigation Corps of Jiangnan Province, everyone stood up and stared intently at the large screen.

The gray-haired criminal investigation expert, his lips trembling, muttered to himself, "This isn't martial arts...this is...this is assassination techniques from ancient battlefields! A single, decisive blow! Who...who taught him this?"

The "boss" clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white from the force.

He finally understood why this young man, codenamed "Scholar," dared to venture into District K alone.

Because in this jungle, he is the predator standing at the top of the food chain!

Su Ming did not stop in the open area.

He moved.

This time, he didn't use cover, but charged straight towards the densest part of the crowd!

One man, wielding a knife, crashed into the crowd!

The remaining pursuers finally snapped out of their fear and began firing wildly.

But Su Ming always managed to dodge the bullets, weaving through the gunfire. Bullets grazed his clothes but never touched his body.

He was calculating in his mind the landing point of each bullet, the location of each enemy, and every place where he could hide.

"puff!"

A flash of light, and another person fell.

"Bang!"

He kicked a gun out of an enemy's hand, and the hilt of his knife smashed the enemy's throat.

It is bloody and brutal, yet it also exudes a ruthless and efficient edge.

In the live stream, someone finally posted the first comment.

"I...I take back what I just said, officers...you shouldn't go...I'm afraid you might be in danger..."

This comment was like a switch, instantly igniting the entire comment section.

[Is this a college student? Did some military academy's secret weapon escape?!]

I'd call it: a walking, human-shaped harvester!

[A god of death! This is absolutely a god of death!]

[I'm so tired of looking at this. I originally came to see the anti-fraud propaganda, but now I just want to know, does this person still take on apprentices?]

At the very back of the crowd, a burly figure with a menacing face was making his legs weak.

It's Ah Biao.

He watched as the fifty or sixty men he had brought were slaughtered by a student with a small knife.

He finally got scared.

He watched as Su Ming drew closer and closer, his cold eyes already locked onto him.

"No...don't come any closer..."

Ah Biao trembled as he raised the gun in his hand.

This was his last resort.