A bizarre and terrifying experience; I messed up the dungeon world.

The bald man struggled desperately, trying to pull his foot back. But he found that Zhou Lang's hand was like a vise, completely immovable.

The bald man was startled. He was a strength-enhanced player, with a strength value exceeding three hundred. How could this cripple possess such strength?

Zhou Lang turned his head and looked at the bald man.

"Don't make a sound," Zhou Lang said.

He raised his left hand. The bald man lost his balance and fell backward, crashing heavily to the ground. Dry grass flew everywhere.

Everyone around was stunned. The bald man was a local bully in area 404. Nobody dared to mess with him. Yet, he was overpowered by a disabled man with one hand.

The bald man scrambled to his feet, his face flushed red. He pulled a rusty iron dagger from his waist, roared, and lunged at Zhou Lang.

Han Yingying flicked her wrist. The short knife fell into her palm. She prepared to strike.

Zhou Lang pressed down on the back of her hand. "To save power."

Zhou Lang remained seated on the ground, not getting up. He picked up the chainsaw beside him with his right hand, but without pulling the trigger, he used the heavy metal base of the chainsaw to smash it directly into the bald man's face.

The sound of metal striking bone rang out.

The bald man's nose collapsed. Blood spurted out. He staggered back several steps and collapsed to the ground. The dagger in his hand fell to the side. He passed out.

The whole process took less than three seconds.

The area was deathly silent. Everyone's gaze towards Zhou Lang had changed. They knew. This disabled man covered in black mud was a ruthless character.

Liu Wei swallowed hard. He squeezed closer to Lao Ma. "Brother Zhou is getting more and more ruthless."

Old Ma wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. "You don't know anything. This is called establishing authority."

Zhou Lang put the chainsaw back in its place. He continued to look at the suspended observation room.

Zhang Jianguo seemed to sense something. He turned his head and looked towards area 404.

The distance was too great. Zhang Jianguo couldn't see Zhou Lang's face clearly. But he saw the bald man lying on the ground. He frowned and said something to the doctor in the white coat next to him.

The person in the white coat pressed a button on the control panel.

The loudspeaker in the underground space came on.

"Area 404. Preparing for extraction." A mechanical female voice echoed in the space.

The iron gate opened. A squad of guards in full protective suits walked in, carrying stun guns.

"Everyone. Stand up. Line up," the captain of the guard shouted.

No one dared to resist. More than thirty people obediently stood up and lined up in a row.

Zhou Lang, carrying a backpack and a chainsaw, joined the line. Han Yingying followed behind him.

The group was led out of the area and proceeded along a metal corridor.

The corridor was flanked by transparent glass walls. Outside, a green liquid floated, teeming with strange creatures: a three-headed dog, enormous spiders, and unrecognizable chunks of flesh.

"Extract what?" Liu Wei asked in a low voice.

"Nutritional solution," Zhou Lang said.

He'd heard Zhang Jianguo mention it on the Ghost Ship. The rule for S-rank dungeons was total annihilation. Players would turn into nutrient solution after death. The Black Gold Guild used dungeons to extract this nutrient solution for experiments.

Now, they are being used as experimental subjects.

The group walked to the end of the corridor. It was a huge circular room. In the center of the room were ten cylindrical machines. The machines were connected to pipes overhead.

"Ten people in a group. Go in." The captain of the guard pointed to the machine.

The first ten people in line were pushed into the machine. The glass door closed.

The machine starts up, emitting a piercing buzzing sound.

Green mist billowed from inside the glass door. The people inside began to scream. Their bodies rapidly dissolved in the mist. Flesh and skin peeled away. Bones melted. Finally, they turned into a pool of green liquid, flowing away through the pipes at the bottom.

The whole process took only ten seconds.

Liu Wei's legs went weak. He knelt down on the ground. "Brother Zhou, this isn't a dungeon run, it's a juicer!"

Old Ma was also terrified, his face turning pale. He clutched the yellow talisman tightly in his hand.

Han Yingying stared at the machines, her eyes cold. The short knife in her hand was already drawn.

The captain of the guard pointed at Zhou Lang and his group of four. There were six other people as well.

"Next group. Go in."

A dozen or so dark gun barrels were pointed at them.

Zhou Lang didn't move. He looked at the captain of the guards.

"Where's the remote control for the collar?" Zhou Lang asked.

The captain of the guards was taken aback. He had never seen such a calm death row inmate.

"Stop talking nonsense. Get in!" The captain of the guard raised his stun gun and pulled the trigger.

A blue arc of electricity shot towards Zhou Lang.

Zhou Lang turned slightly to the side. An arc of electricity grazed his shoulder and struck the wall. He raised his right hand. The red pass slid out of his sleeve.

He swiped the control panel next to him.

*Beep.* Permission granted.

The red alarm light in the room suddenly turned on. A piercing alarm blared throughout the entire underground space.

"Warning. The system core has been compromised. Defense program activated." The mechanical female voice on the loudspeaker became urgent.

The guards panicked. They had no idea what was happening.

Zhou Lang stuffed the pass into his pocket. He pulled the start cord of the chainsaw.

A roar erupted. Blue exhaust fumes billowed out.

"Kill," Zhou Lang said.

The chainsaw blade spun at high speed, creating a gust of wind.

Zhou Lang didn't use his crutches. He used one leg to propel himself forward, his body shooting towards the guard captain like a cannonball.

The captain of the guard hadn't even reacted yet. The chainsaw had already sliced ​​through his protective suit. The saw teeth crushed his sternum. Blood and internal organs spurted out.

The captain of the guard fell.

The other guards immediately opened fire. Dense arcs of electricity and live ammunition rained down on Zhou Lang.

Han Yingying moved. She didn't use a lightsaber. She twirled a short sword in her hand. Like a black cat, she glided along the ground, dodging bullets, and charged into the crowd of guards.

The blade flashed.

She specifically targeted the seams of the protective suits. Neck. Armpit. Back of the knee. Each cut was precise and fatal. Guards fell one after another, gurgling sounds escaping their throats.

Liu Wei covered his head, huddled in a corner. Old Ma stuck the yellow talisman on himself, muttering incantations.

Zhou Lang, carrying a chainsaw, rampaged through the crowd. He didn't need to dodge. The red pass not only triggered the alarm but also activated the defensive partitions in the room.

Heavy metal partitions descended from the ceiling, dividing the guards into several smaller sections.

Zhou Lang plunged a chainsaw into a guard's stomach. He then flicked it upwards, splitting the guard in two.

In less than a minute, all of the dozen or so guards had turned into corpses.

The room was filled with a strong smell of blood and engine oil.

The other six surviving applicants huddled in the corner, staring at Zhou Lang and Han Yingying as if they were monsters.

Zhou Lang turned off the chainsaw and wiped the blood from his face.

He walked to the body of the guard captain. He fumbled in his belt and found a black remote control.

He pressed the red button on the remote control.

Click.

The metal collars around the necks of all four people snapped open simultaneously and fell to the ground.

"I'm free," Zhou Lang said.

Liu Wei picked up the collar from the ground and stomped on it twice. "Damn it. I almost turned it into juice."

Zhou Lang walked to the control panel and looked at the building structure diagram on the screen.

This is the third basement level. It's the extraction workshop.