A Scroll of Infinite Glory

Chapter 86: The corpses of jackals lay strewn across the battlefield.

Each floor of the Tao Zhu Building, excluding the elevators, has three stairwells plus a newly opened emergency escape route.

After leaving the hall, Guan Luoyang headed straight for the nearest staircase.

The complex corridors and layout of rooms and workstations inside the building inevitably affected his speed to some extent, but he still far surpassed the speed of the rushing crowd.

At the staircase, a large group of bodyguards separated the crowd, maintaining a certain formation, and people retreated down the stairs in sections, guarding their employers with full vigilance.

In Singapore and Malaysia, few people of status or position dare to completely entrust their safety to security companies; their bodyguards are all trained by their own companies.

In short, they are essentially high-paid thugs and assassins. They are the ones who handle many serious cases involving murder.

Therefore, these bodyguards are exceptionally loyal; even if it's only for their own benefit, they will do everything in their power to protect their employers.

The moment Guan Luoyang arrived, several bodyguards who were still at the top of the stairs were each struck hard and sent flying, crashing into the wall and getting stuck in it in a crooked position.

The remaining people, in their shock, raised their guns towards the stairwell without saying a word. Guan Luoyang instantly fell downstairs, his hands pushing out a large amount of air, and with a loud bang, he slammed into the people in front of him.

Four or five people were squeezed by the force of the palm and the shockwave. With one slap, they lost their footing and fell like a human wall, crashing down the stairs. Along this entire section of twenty-five steps, everyone was smashed to pieces.

The sounds of bones breaking and people coughing up blood rose and fell.

On the landing between this staircase and the next, a portly man with black-rimmed glasses and a chubby face was slumped over, his flesh-colored, painted metal hands hastily raising a gun.

Since the development of True Spirit Mechanical Technology, most people of high status have undergone some mechanical modifications to enhance their self-defense capabilities.

However, many people do not have enough time and perseverance to train. Even after modification, they still trust the power of firearms more. For them, the mechanical arm is just a convenient way to use some heavier and more powerful guns.

This person clearly has a lot of experience with guns.

Wang Shuisheng, the head of Leopard Head Magazine and several entertainment studios and shooting clubs, and a close collaborator of Ge Shu, controls a large number of young people full of dreams who want to develop in the film and entertainment industry through means such as unfair contracts, intimidation, kidnapping, and filming.

As for the songwriting industry, plagiarism and suppression of creative newcomers, and the transfer of copyrights to those who are compliant, are countless examples of this.

Most of these young people were deemed of low value and forced to drink and sell their bodies. Occasionally, those who were successfully made stars would cooperate with Geshu to launder money.

Guan Luoyang's figure swept across the entire staircase like a ghost, appearing in a flash and turning the gun barrel before Wang Shuisheng could pull the trigger.

The silver-gray "Shadow Hunter" pistol, equipped with large-caliber scatter bullets, was specially developed by the Western European company Adolf as a weapon for ordinary people to use against modified martial artists.

The moment the bullet left the barrel, it burst from a cluster into multiple tiny steel needles, leaving several inconspicuous blood holes on the lower half of Wang Shuisheng's face and chest.

Because the gun barrel was lowered slightly, his brain did not die immediately. He was able to feel an intense, almost inaudible pain, and his body convulsed twice like a toad being electrocuted before finally dying.

Guan Luoyang chased down the corridor, and wherever he went, he saw groups of dead and wounded lying there in disarray.

Those leaders who once caused others immense suffering through distant commands or mere hints will, when retribution befalls them, die in agony and resentment.

Guan Luoyang arrived at the fifty-seventh floor and, in the unlit corridor, searched for the figures of others. Suddenly, he stopped and turned to look at the frosted glass next to him.

That place used to be the workplace for Tao Zhu Group employees. Thin, blue-painted stainless steel partitions divided the space into small cubicles with desks and computers. Long fluorescent tubes and electric fans hung from the ceiling, and there was a large standing air conditioner in the corner, but it was covered in dust.

The interior was completely dark, with no lights on and the doors locked.

But at this distance, to Guan Luoyang's ears, a thin wall and frosted glass could not conceal the dozens of rapidly beating heartbeats inside the room.

Guan Luoyang pressed his palm against the glass, and the intensity of his heartbeat rose to another level.

Some people couldn't bear it any longer and stood up, guns in hand, but the shattered glass flew by like a crystal-clear yet dangerous downpour.

The springy, trembling force of Crane Fist allowed Guan Luoyang's pressing motion to transmit power to every corner of the large glass window.

Even the glass at the opposite corner of the frame, nearly two meters away from Guan Luoyang's hand, was no less powerful than a crossbow bolt when it was thrown out.

Many shards were embedded directly in the interior wall opposite, and anyone who had just stood up was now sprawled on the gleaming glass shards.

They dove, raised their guns, and fired. The remaining men knew they had been completely exposed, and their last shred of hope was extinguished. They rushed out from their hiding places to fight.

The bodyguard's mechanical arm suddenly exerted force, and even the tables that were fixed to the ground with screws could not stop the violence of the True Spirit Machinery. Several tables flew up one after another and smashed towards Guan Luoyang.

But those incredibly heavy tables were only more fragile when facing Guan Luoyang, even as light as tennis rackets, which he could grab and smash or throw.

The room was in complete chaos as heavy objects hurtled towards the bodyguards, knocking them flying and knocking them to the ground in droves.

The bullet shattered the office computer flying in mid-air, and in the flash of sparks, it illuminated Guan Luoyang's face.

"Guan Luoyang, it's you!"

Beside the water dispenser, a well-dressed, thin old man exclaimed in horror.

Fang Jianping, the director of Jushan Mental Hospital and one of Lang Feiyan's collaborators, had met Guan Luoyang once before at a party organized by Fan Minzhi.

He was also the one who led the group to make the decision in the midst of the panic, advising them all to hide in this large office.

He frequently assisted Lang Feiyan in producing numerous certificates of mental illness, launched public attacks, and even used coercive means to abduct targets designated by Lang Feiyan.

He published extensively in newspapers and magazines, promoting some of the potential symptoms of mental illness that he had fabricated, and with the assistance of the Tao Zhu group, he became the leading authority on mental illness in the Southwest community.

He lured many unsuspecting parents to send their teenagers to his hospital, where they paid exorbitant medical fees year after year in exchange for a life akin to imprisonment, discipline, and brainwashing.

The moment he made a sound, Guan Luoyang glanced at him, then slammed two tables together and smashed them over his shoulder.

The water bottle on the water dispenser was smashed and burst, water splashed everywhere, and Fang Jianping was embedded under the deformed table.

The screams and sounds of battle echoed throughout the entire floor.

A hundred meters away, people who were hurriedly looking for stairs to go down to the next floor looked even more panicked and gloomy in the sound of this voice.

"What happened? How many people launched this attack?"

"What are the Tao Zhu Group doing? Has Fan Buchou become senile?"

"Everyone, everyone, listen to me. In this situation, we definitely can't stop them. Instead of just going down, we should go up. If we can get together with the top management of Tao Zhu Group, we will be much safer."

The man who spoke pushed up his glasses, sweating profusely, and said as he walked, "Also, have your bodyguards eat this; it will unleash their potential."

Liu Kan, the district head of the Southwest Innovation and Technology Park in Singapore and Malaysia, in pursuit of tangible results, received a large number of kidnapped individuals transported from the Tao Zhu Group and conducted experiments on living people involving drugs and supernatural machinery.

Eight years ago, a scam involving "brain-boosting bacteria" that produced products with stimulating and mildly addictive properties caused widespread panic, protests, and led to the product's discontinuation. Before the product was discontinued, it had already caused brain failure, sudden death, or vegetative state in 2396 elderly people across various regions.

As for those who develop dependency, leading to their children losing everything, accurate statistics are still impossible to obtain.

But after taking all the benefits, he shifted the blame to a small R&D team under his command, and emerged unscathed.

At that moment, as Liu Kan said this, his bodyguards all took out their medicine boxes.

Others either ignored the questions and hurried on their way, or, as a last resort, had the people around them take the medicine.

At this critical moment, Liu Kan didn't pull out a fake product this time. The pure white capsule was a highly effective stimulant that had been tested on hundreds of young people over the years.

True Spirit Electric Energy is directed to the brain. This type of stimulant can temporarily put the brain into an overloaded state, which may cause coma and damage to the cardiovascular system afterward, but it works very quickly.

He brought these medicines with him intending to seek more "investment" from Fan Buchou during the latter part of the banquet.

The drug took effect quickly. The bodyguards' faces turned slightly purple, their breathing became heavy, and small, bluish-purple blood vessels could be seen on their ears. Their mechanical limbs suddenly received a surge of True Spirit Electric Energy far exceeding their normal power, emitting a faint, high-pitched sound.

The group quickly changed their tactics, being escorted by bodyguards as they hurried along.

When Guan Luoyang followed the unusually heavy footsteps and shrill cries to find his way over, the last bodyguard was able to sense it in advance and turned around to wave his arm.

But that's all.

The gap between them cannot be bridged by medication alone.

Guan Luoyang's body seemed to barely touch the ground as he suddenly pressed down on the area close to the face. As the other man raised his arm, a hand chop struck the bodyguard's side.

His body moved so fast it left afterimages as he weaved through the group, sending people crashing to the ground or flying backwards.

Liu Kan was struck on the head and forced to kneel down.

call out! !

A butterfly knife suddenly shot through the air with a sharp whistle.

Guan Luoyang flicked his wrist, his middle finger striking the side of the blade. The blade veered off course and struck the corner of the wall, shattering the tile next to it.

Ahead, at the junction of the corridors and staircases on both sides, in that unusually large open space, a disheveled man with his shirt open and a red flower pinned to his pocket, smoking a cigarette, walked over.

"You're that Xiao Fan's new subordinate, aren't you? Hmph, you've let a wolf into the house. Old Fan's judgment has gone bad."

"If this matter is resolved by an outsider, let's see what kind of explanation they give."

There are four top gangs in Xinma Port: in addition to Tao Zhu Group, there are Chaotianhui, Longxiang Group and Shushi. Since Fan Minzhi's coming-of-age ceremony was so grand, these three gangs naturally sent people to congratulate him.

Both Longxiang and the Shu family sent high-ranking officials who maintained a mild attitude towards outsiders.

The only organization that maintained the structure of a branch leader, Chaotianhui, directly sent out one of their top five most powerful figures.

This person is Wang Jiuming, the head of the "External Patrol" branch of Chaotianhui and the person in charge of Chaotianhui's external operations.

Guan Luoyang also had some impression of this person, and took a breath: "There are also those who come to their deaths willingly."

With a slight dip in his waist and hips, he swiftly took a step forward and threw a punch that, in the blink of an eye, pierced through the air gap of twenty meters away, striking Wang Jiuming in the chest.

Wang Jiuming's clothes swung and were ripped apart by Guan Luoyang's punch, but his body dodged the punch, and he stood up sideways, his feet actually stepping onto the wall next to him.

despair!!

As Wang Jiuming's feet stomped on the wall, the arc between his forefoot and heel changed, and the seemingly patterned areas on the surface of his leather shoes, which served as the connection between the forefoot and heel, revealed a smooth, metallic sheen.

This person wasn't wearing shoes at all; his mechanical feet were simply shaped like black flat leather boots, and there were multiple sensors on the soles of his feet that could convert true spiritual energy into a form similar to a gecko climbing a wall, using electrostatic attraction.

This ingenious design allows Wang Jiuming to move freely on any plane in three-dimensional space, as if walking on flat ground.

Humans are born as ground-based creatures, and even in three-dimensional environments, they rarely have the ability to leverage their strength from points outside the ground.

Wang Jiuming, on the other hand, was already accustomed to this three-dimensional battlefield. His room for maneuver and evasion far exceeded that of ordinary opponents, and he would make his opponents feel a strong sense of unfamiliarity and misjudgment.

Hanging upside down from the ceiling, he wore a smug yet triumphant smile as he frantically dodged and weaved, avoiding Guan Luoyang's repeated heavy punches. At the same time, a crescent-shaped arc of silvery-white metal was drawn between his arms.

Originally a killer technique inherited from the Persian Kingdom, it was elevated by the king's orders. The thrill of three-dimensional cutting with blades that spring out from mechanical arms is like cutting paper or grass, or slicing through mats with a swift knife.

The wielder's figure spiraled back and forth between the ceiling, walls, and floor, while the curved blade slashed out from countless unexpected and tricky angles.

Forced into a sudden retreat, Guan Luoyang abruptly stomped his foot, creating a crater in the ground. He then struck the walls on both sides with both hands, before leaning forward and striking upward with a palm.

Amidst the simultaneous tremors of the four walls, Guan Luoyang's arms moved like a Tai Chi symbol, his body forming a three-foot-wide vortex. Taking advantage of his high-speed movement, he stirred up chaotic air currents and unleashed a fierce vortex of air towards the corridor ahead.

The narrow, three-dimensional space could be utilized by Wang Jiuming, and naturally, it could also be utilized by Guan Luoyang.

As the whirlwind swept by, Wang Jiuming's figure was momentarily unsteady from the impact of the airflow. A hand slapped down from the center of the air vortex, striking his stomach with outstretched fingers and a firm palm.

Bang! ! !

Wang Jiu ordered the plane to fly straight to the end of the corridor, where it crashed into the wall and fell down.

"I told you, you're here to die."

Guan Luoyang took a few steps forward, heard the commotion, and turned to look upstairs.

Bodyguards dressed in Tao Zhu Group uniforms appeared on this staircase.

Amidst the crowd behind them, Fan Buchou and Fan Minzhi stood together.

Fan Minzhi exclaimed in shock and astonishment, "You…"

Fan Buchou raised his hand, interrupting him, his expression somber, and resolutely rebuked him.

"kill!"

(End of this chapter)