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

Zhou Lang knew he had guessed correctly. The information gap provided by Han Yingying before she logged off confirmed to him that the enemy before him was merely bait.

The real-world descent plan.

"Bai Ye told you," the man in the suit said coldly. "She's been arrested in real life. Changsheng Bio's security. She can't handle it alone."

Zhou Lang ignored his words. He was counting his steps.

Four meters. Three meters.

Zhou Lang suddenly accelerated. His beam saber swept across.

The man in the suit raised his right hand. A black energy pistol appeared in his hand. He fired.

Zhou Lang turned to the side. A beam of blue energy grazed his left shoulder, scorching his clothes and leaving a black burn mark.

He rushed towards the man in the suit and pierced his chest with a sword.

No blood flowed out.

The man in the suit's body began to flash. The data code turned blue.

"You can't kill me." The man in the suit's voice became mechanical, laced with synthesized static. "The Advent Plan has been initiated. The reactor is underground. You won't find it."

Zhou Lang twisted his wrist. The beam saber churned within the man in the suit, disrupting the structure of the core code.

The projection of the man in the suit completely collapsed, turning into a patch of blue light that vanished without a trace.

The Black Gold Guild members in the hall saw their vice-guild leader dead. Morale collapsed instantly. Some led the way, running towards the stairwell. The rest followed suit, fleeing in panic.

Liu Wei changed a magazine. "What are you running for? I haven't had enough fun yet. These bastards run faster than rabbits."

Zhou Lang sheathed his beam saber. He walked back and pulled out the chainsaw that was stuck in his shield.

"Stop chasing," Zhou Lang said. "Find the reaction vessel."

He recalled the masked man's words. The masked man said the reactor was on the fiftieth floor. But the man in the suit had just said it was underground.

Someone is lying.

Zhou Lang walked to the control panel in the center of the hall. The screen was locked. High-level privileges were required.

He took the gold card the masked man had given him from his pocket and inserted it into the card slot on the control panel.

The screen lights up, displaying a floor plan of the 50th floor.

There is no marking for the reaction vessel.

But in the upper right corner of the floor plan, there is a hidden elevator shaft leading to the top floor, the fifty-first floor.

"The masked man tricked us," Old Ma said, leaning closer and looking at the screen. "The 50th floor is a trap. The Black Gold people are deliberately waiting here to wear us down."

Zhou Lang looked at the floor plan, quickly analyzing the situation in his mind.

The masked man wanted to use the Black Gold Guild to kill them. Or, to use them to test the strength of the Black Gold Guild's defenses.

In either case, the masked men do not want them to have easy access to the reaction vessel.

"Go to the top floor." Zhou Lang pulled out his gold card.

"Brother Zhou, there might be more people up there." Liu Wei touched his alloy front teeth. The gunshot had made his teeth ache.

"I'm not going up. The wanted poster will always be there." Zhou Lang walked towards the hidden elevator. He needed to completely destroy Black Gold's foundation in this instance and seize the initiative.

The elevator is hidden in a metal wall behind the control panel.

Zhou Lang swiped the gold card on the sensor area of ​​the wall.

The metal wall slid open to both sides, revealing a silver-white elevator car.

The three went inside. Zhou Lang pressed the only button.

The elevator was moving upwards. It was moving extremely fast. A feeling of immense weight was pressing down on my internal organs.

Liu Wei leaned against the wall of the elevator car. He took a flattened cigarette out of his pocket, lit it, and took a puff.

"Brother Zhou, Bai Ye has been offline for so long. Could something have really happened to her?" Liu Wei exhaled a smoke ring.

"She won't die." Zhou Lang looked at the flashing floor indicator lights.

He was well aware of Han Yingying's fighting prowess. In reality, without the constraints of a system, her destructive power would only be greater.

Ding. The elevator has stopped.

The door opened.

This is a huge circular room. It's twice the size of the lobby on the 50th floor.

A huge, transparent sphere, over ten meters in diameter, floats in the center of the room.

Black liquid churned inside the sphere. Faint red light flickered within the liquid.

Countless thick black cables were connected around the sphere, extending all the way to the top and bottom of the room.

This is a reaction vessel.

The masked man wasn't lying to him. He just gave the wrong floor number.

There were no guards in the room. It was so quiet you could hear the gurgling of liquid.

Zhou Lang stepped out of the elevator, carrying a chainsaw in his hand.

Old Ma stared at the transparent sphere, his face turning pale. He took a step back.

"The energy fluctuations inside this thing are very strange," Old Ma said. "It's not the usual code for a transfer station. It's like there's something alive inside."

Zhou Lang walked to the front of the reaction vessel.

He raised the chainsaw, ready to cut the thickest main cable.

"I advise you not to do that."

A voice came from the shadows in the corner of the room. It was processed by a voice changer. Mechanical. Cold.

A masked man emerged. He wore a gray trench coat and a faceless mask.

Zhou Lang did not put down the chainsaw. He turned to look at the masked man.

"You don't want me to destroy it?" Zhou Lang asked.

"I've changed my mind." The masked man walked to the reactor and touched its transparent outer shell. "The guild leader of the Divine Realm Guild just contacted me. He's willing to pay double the price for control of this reactor."

"You're the middleman," Zhou Lang said, looking at him.

"I am a businessman," the masked man said. "The Black Gold Guild is finished. The vice-guild leader is dead. Your mission is complete. Now, get out of here. I can pretend I didn't see you."

Zhou Lang stared at the masked man, his mind racing with calculations.

The masked man appeared here alone. He didn't bring any subordinates. The members of the Divine Realm Guild weren't there either.

This is an opportunity.

"I accepted your mission," Zhou Lang said. "The mission isn't finished yet."

He pulled the start rope of the chainsaw. The engine roared.

Zhou Lang charged directly at the masked man. His chainsaw cleaved horizontally.

The masked man stepped back to avoid the attack. His movements were swift. A slit was torn in the hem of his trench coat by a saw blade.

"You're insane. You've offended Black Gold. And now you want to offend the Divine Realm?" The masked man's voice was filled with obvious anger.

Zhou Lang didn't reply. He only cared about the result.

Liu Wei fired his submachine gun. A burst of bullets swept towards the masked man.

A semi-transparent barrier lit up in front of the masked man. All the bullets were deflected and landed on the ground.

"Advanced defensive item," Old Ma shouted, pulling out the last yellow paper talisman from his sleeve.

The fireball struck the barrier. The barrier shook. The light dimmed.

Zhou Lang rushed forward. The chainsaw sliced ​​through the barrier. Sparks flew everywhere.

The masked man raised his right hand, holding a silver remote control. His thumb was pressed on a red button.

"Move again. I'll detonate the self-destruct system here. We'll all die together," the masked man said.

Zhou Lang stopped. The chainsaw blade was still spinning. It was only one centimeter away from the barrier.

He looked at the remote control in the masked man's hand.

"You don't dare press it," Zhou Lang said. "You're a businessman. Businessmen seek profit, not death."

The masked man remained silent for two seconds.

"You're very clever." The masked man put away the remote control. "Name your price. How many points do you want to leave?"

Zhou Lang turned off the chainsaw.

"One hundred thousand points. Plus the lifting of our arrest warrant." Zhou Lang announced his offer.

The masked man sneered. "You have too much of an appetite."