Gaining a tiny bit of weight every day, my weight is a billion tons.

If the thugs could still convince themselves that the leopard underestimated them when it was knocked away, they could easily believe it was because the leopard had underestimated them.

Now, Jiangcheng's renowned Bronze-rank assassin has unleashed all his ultimate moves.

They were hit by the same move and the same action.

It was swatted into the wall like a swatter swatting an annoying fly.

The thugs were so scared they wet themselves.

My brain completely shut down.

Su Ming stood still and shook his hand dismissively.

too weak.

Yesterday, they swallowed so much high-density armor at the scrap yard.

After the actual weight exceeded one thousand kilograms.

The density and rigidity of his body had reached an outrageous level.

Li Changhe's prized water blade was like a plastic knife slicing through a tank's armor in front of him.

It's purely a matter of dimensional reduction in the laws of physics.

Su Ming didn't look at the thugs who were trembling like leaves.

Instead, he looked down at his coat.

The water splashed up from the shattered water blade was mixed with the muddy water in the alley.

Several conspicuous stains were left on the hem of the school uniform.

"Tsk, what a hassle."

This was the only decent piece of clothing he could wear out.

He walked to the wall at the end of the alley.

Li Changhe on the wall was still unconsciously spitting out blood.

Su Ming reached out and grabbed Li Changhe's hair, like pulling out a radish.

They effortlessly pulled him out of the crack in the bricks and threw him on the ground.

Su Ming squatted down.

His gaze swept over the dark gray composite trench coat twice.

Grade B waterproof coating, with a cut-resistant carbon fiber lining.

This thing is a real treasure on the outskirts of the abyss.

It's windproof, moisture-proof, and can even protect against sneak attacks; its market price would be at least 20,000 to 30,000 Federal Dollars.

And despite the impact of that slap, the clothes weren't torn at all.

The quality is indeed excellent.

"It's such a waste to give you this to wear."

Su Ming moved swiftly and quickly stripped Li Changhe of his trench coat.

He shook off the dust and put it on himself.

The size is just right, a little long but it doesn't matter.

After putting on his trench coat, Su Ming casually reached into Li Changhe's inner pocket and rummaged around for a bit.

A wallet, and several anonymous Federal Deposit Cards.

In addition, there was more than two thousand yuan in cash.

Not knowing your debit card PIN is useless; cash is a valuable asset.

Su Ming skillfully stuffed the roll of cash into his pocket.

He patted Li Changhe's face, which was so swollen that even his own mother wouldn't recognize him.

"You dirtied my school uniform, so shouldn't you consider these clothes and the money as compensation for emotional distress?"

Li Changhe on the ground made a faint groan, probably trying to protest.

But the jawbone was broken, so it couldn't make a sound.

"Silence means consent."

Su Ming nodded in satisfaction.

Young Master Zhao is truly a spendthrift; not only did he send people to deliver their heads, but he also...

It also comes with top-tier equipment for the Abyss and travel expenses.

He was so reluctant to kill Zhao Kuo five days later that he was almost reluctant to do so.

Having finished collecting his spoils, Su Ming stood up, ready to leave.

At the alley entrance, four thugs were jolted awake from their petrified state.

They made eye contact, and as if they'd seen a ghost, they turned and tried to run away.

Su Ming did not turn around.

His right toe casually hooked and kicked at the edge of the ruins.

The broken blue bricks, about half the size of a fist, resembled bullets fired from a sniper rifle.

It whistled through the air and covered dozens of meters in the blink of an eye.

It struck the right knee of the burly man in the lead with perfect accuracy.

Click.

There was a heartbreaking sound of bone cracking.

The burly man screamed in agony as his entire right leg folded over.

He fell headfirst to the ground and slid three or four meters away, his face covered in blood.

The remaining three people slammed on the brakes and froze in place as if the pause button had been pressed.

They didn't even dare to breathe loudly.

Su Ming turned around and put his hands in the pockets of his new trench coat.

He looked at everyone calmly.

Did I tell you to leave?

The temperature in the alley.

It seemed even colder than when Li Changhe used the frost earlier.

The broken brick hit the back of his leg with a dull thud.

The burly man who was leading the group screamed and fell to the ground.

The C-grade manganese-chromium alloy baseball bat in his hand slammed down beside him with a thud.

He tried to climb, but his right leg was twisted at an odd angle, and even the slightest movement caused excruciating pain.

Su Ming slowly turned around.

That B-grade black trench coat that was just taken from the water-based assassin.

It made his figure appear even more upright under the dim streetlights.

Like the Grim Reaper who has just returned from a vacation in hell, preparing for an after-dinner stroll.

He walked over step by step.

The remaining three uninjured thugs were trembling like leaves.

They didn't dare utter a sound and remained frozen in place.

Seeing that escape was hopeless, the burly leader who had fallen to the ground was filled with a fierce determination.

He gritted his teeth, picked up the alloy baseball bat from the ground, and forced himself to stand up from his half-kneeling position.

He used all his strength to smash down on Su Ming's head as he approached.

"I'll fight you to the death!"

Su Ming didn't say a word, and didn't even look at the stick that was about to hit him on the head. He just casually stretched out his hand.

"Smack."

A soft sound.

He easily gripped the tip of the bat.

The burly leader's face turned red, and the veins on his arms bulged.

He used every ounce of strength he had, but the baseball bat seemed to be welded to his opponent's hand.

Not moving.

"Give it to me!"

Su Ming snatched it away.

Under the horrified, almost suffocating gaze of several thugs.

An unbelievable scene unfolded.

Su Ming gripped both ends of the C-grade alloy baseball bat with both hands.

Like kneading dough at home during the Lunar New Year, I started kneading it casually.

"Crunch...squeak...crunch..."

A sickening metallic creak echoed through the deathly silent alley.

Each sound was like a dull knife scraping their nerves.

That one cost a lot of money to buy.

A hard stick strong enough to smash the skull of a second-tier alien beast.

In Su Ming's hands, it was like a tangled ball of sesame seeds.

Bending, folding, squeezing...

It took no more than three seconds.

Clang!

A solid iron ball, about the size of a fist, with twisted patterns on its surface.

Su Ming casually tossed it at the feet of the burly leader.

The thugs felt a chill run down their spines, and their brains completely shut down.

Barehand... he coiled the alloy rod into a ball?

This is fucking awful... Newton must be turning in his grave!

Su Ming clapped his hands and pointed to the iron ball on the ground.

She then pointed to the stains on the hem of her school uniform.

"Now, let's start paying taxes."

His face was expressionless.

"You kept me from going home to rest and even got my clothes dirty. You owe me money!"

The thugs suddenly realized what was happening and no longer dared to have the slightest thought of resistance.

"Let's get married! We'll get married!"

Several people, looking miserable, frantically reached into their pockets.

Paper money, coins, everything that could represent money was brought out with trembling hands.

They were afraid that if they were even a second too slow, they would also be turned into a ball.

Among the crowd was a fat man who had just come from Sichuan to seek refuge with the Zhao family a couple of days ago.

He had very little money in his pocket and was terrified.

He actually started unbuckling his belt.

It looks like he wants to take off his clothes to pay off his debt.

Su Ming looked at his white, fleshy body and his eye twitched.

"Stop! Leave the money, and keep your own clothes!"

The fat man froze, taking in the light from the alleyway.

For the first time, she dared to look Su Ming in the eye.

An extremely absurd thought suddenly flashed through my mind.

My goodness, you know what, this jinx looks pretty good up close...

He's incredibly handsome!

……

Late at night, in a low-rent apartment.

Su Ming took a shower.

Wash away the dust and faint smell of blood.

He changed into a clean T-shirt, sat cross-legged on the bed, and brought up the system panel.

[Quality Point Balance: 2267.8]

The buyback price of cash and alloy batons seized during street fighting.

I added up less than a hundred points, but that was enough.

Without hesitation, he clicked on the long-awaited icon on the skill tree.

Quality Control

【exchange!】

In an instant, the two thousand quality points were wiped out.

A profound, black hole-like force of rules silently surged into his limbs and bones.

It wasn't a violent surge of energy; it was more like a completely new set of physical laws being forcibly written into his body.

Su Ming slowly clenched his fist.

An unprecedented sense of control arose spontaneously.

He could clearly sense the actual weight of the more than 1,000 kilograms inside his body.

It is no longer a heavy burden, but fuel that can be mobilized at will.

Every stretch of muscle, every rotation of joint.

They can perfectly utilize the mass of the entire body to unleash terrifying kinetic energy.

1.5x kinetic energy boost!

A single punch delivers an impact comparable to a full-speed ramming off-road motorcycle!

What excited him even more was...

It's that "full true damage" that has a 30% chance of triggering.

Ignore defense!

……