Those who reincarnate must die.

The three reincarnators were discussing something, completely ignoring Zhang Lang at the next table.

According to the altar's instructions, this mission involves only their group of reincarnators, and the enemy they will face is merely a possessing evil spirit.

Even if this evil spirit is cunning and has some special abilities, they do not lack ways to deal with evil spirits. The main difficulty is how to find it.

From the perspective of the reincarnators, it was already a favor that they didn't try to catch that evil spirit; how could that guy dare to come looking for them?

As for topics related to the altar, ordinary natives would automatically filter them out if they heard them, so they wouldn't reveal the existence of the altar. Therefore, they had no suspicion of Zhang Lang, the Easterner who was eating breakfast alone!

But they never expected that this evil spirit would possess a powerful and formidable master!

Fueled by the rage stirred up by the evil spirit, Zhang Lang activated the Dragon Heart Frenzy, suddenly leaping up and grabbing several sets of knives and forks from the table, violently hurling them at the three of them.

Puff puff puff puff clang clang...

These sharp cutlery pieces were stuck in the body of the woman and the blond white man. Although they did not hit any vital organs, they were still pierced and drew blood!

As for the knives and forks aimed at the bald, muscular man, they were deflected by an invisible shield!

The three were stunned by the sudden attack. Before they could react, Zhang Langren had already launched the tableware that followed!

One with a shield is hard to deal with, but the other two can be killed quickly!

Zhang Lang reached out and grabbed the black-haired woman and the blond-haired white man by the hair, slamming their heads directly onto the table!

Clang!

The dining tables on this ship were all solid wood tables fixed to the ground. With this sudden attack, Zhang Lang's powerful strength directly smashed the head of the woman, who had low earth attribute, and killed her on the spot!

The blond white man had a hard forehead; he smashed the thick tabletop, but only his forehead bled!

Zhang Lang sensed something was wrong and immediately grabbed the white man's blond hair, pulling him into his arms and tucking his head under his armpit, assuming a guillotine pose!

But just then, Zhang Lang suddenly felt a powerful blow to his face! He was sent flying backward!

It's that bald guy with the shield!

Seeing his teammate being attacked, this guy finally reacted, clenched his fists, and unleashed a skill that sent Zhang Lang flying.

But even when Zhang Lang was being hit, he didn't let go. He still held onto the blond-haired white man, and the two of them flew out together, smashing through two table panels and rolling seven or eight meters before crashing into a pillar under a table and coming to a stop!

The sudden commotion startled the restaurant, causing screams and passengers to flee.

The bald, burly man frowned and looked over. He saw Zhang Lang crouching down, slowly raising his head, his bloodshot eyes staring at the bald man, a ferocious smile on his lips. Then, he opened his arms and grabbed the blond white man he had just caught!

Upon seeing this, the bald, burly man's eyes widened in fury!

His teammate, the blond white man, had his head tilted to one side, his neck twisted, and he swayed without any support; it was clearly broken!

In an instant, his two teammates, who had just been eating with him, were both dead. The bald, burly man's forehead veins bulged, and with a roar, he pulled out a submachine gun from his coat and began firing wildly at Zhang Lang!

Zhang Lang waved his hand and threw the body away. The poor blond white man was hit by his teammates' bullets even after he died. The places where he was hit exploded repeatedly, and the body was blown to pieces!

Taking advantage of the spray of blood, Zhang Lang crouched down and rushed forward, tackling the bald, burly man to the ground!

The burly man tried to fight back, but found that he was no match for Zhang Lang's strength. He was pinned to the ground, and his submachine gun was taken from him and fired repeatedly at Zhang Lang's head!

clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap...

The submachine gun bullets exploded repeatedly on the bald, muscular man's forehead, rapidly depleting his shield!

Soon, Zhang Lang emptied the magazine, threw the gun aside, and raised his fist to continue the attack.

Just then, a loud bang erupted between the two, and the powerful shockwave sent Zhang Lang flying. His clothes were charred and torn, and his skin was covered in blood!

The bald, burly man got up from the ground, with an iron ring on his finger.

While Zhang Lang was attacking him, the bald, burly man detonated a concentrated grenade!

However, because of this explosion, his shield flickered frequently and was on the verge of breaking!

"madman!"

Seeing Zhang Lang, covered in blood, get up again, the bald, burly man was so frightened that he took two steps back, turned around, and ran away. As he ran, he activated the altar emblem to urgently notify the others:

"I'm under attack! There's one here... Ah!"

After running two steps, the bald, burly man felt something hit the back of his knee, causing him to fall face-first into the dirt!

It was Zhang Lang. He had just grabbed a thick table board and thrown it, hitting the bald, burly man. He then jumped up and rushed forward, kicking the enemy to the ground as he got up, and punching him directly in the back of the head!

Boom!

With that punch, the bald, muscular man's shield shattered completely, and his vulnerable body was finally exposed to Zhang Lang, like an oyster whose shell had been pried open...

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"Where?!"

At this moment, the tall third mate, carrying a gun, led a group of armed sailors toward the restaurant.

"It's just ahead!"

A crowd of onlookers had gathered outside the restaurant. One of them, seeing the sailors arrive, pointed inside:

"They're inside! Just now, for some reason, a fight suddenly broke out, and someone opened fire. Three people died..."

The third mate frowned, released the safety on his gun, and peered out. He found the restaurant in complete disarray, the floor covered in blood, and several corpses visible, some so mangled they were unrecognizable...

Beside these corpses stood a tall, ragged, blood-soaked Eastern man.

Isn't this the Eastern doctor who helped them dispose of the plague corpses last night?

"Did he do it?"

The third mate asked a passenger nearby, and John, who was studying the television, leaned over:

"That's him. His name is Zhang Lang. He was going to invest in tobacco and plantations in the Southern Continent... I talked to him this morning. Who would have thought that while we were eating, he would suddenly go crazy and start killing people. After he finished killing, he didn't run away. He just stood there."

The third mate frowned, then led his men inside, approaching cautiously.

Zhang Lang noticed them and turned around; the sailors immediately raised their guns.

The third mate raised his hand, signaling everyone not to fire, and took the initiative to ask:

"Dr. Zhang? Did you do this? Why?"

Zhang Lang's gaze swept over the crowd, and the faint murderous aura made the sailors' spines tingle.

"What happened yesterday wasn't a plague, it was a demon!"

After saying this, Zhang Lang raised his hands, making a gesture of surrender.

The third mate frowned, waved his hand, and the crew rushed forward, grabbing Zhang Lang's hands and locking them behind his back...

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