I'm in the Ark, a player.

No, it's that I'm falling faster and faster.

Damn gravity is constantly accelerating me.

Qin Tianling... doesn't have any skills that would allow him to land with reduced damage from the sky, and there are no straw piles below. At this height, his health bar would definitely be emptied in an instant, right?

Normally, it's common sense to take the stairs when going downstairs.

indeed,

If this weren't a game, Qin Tianling would definitely choose to obediently go down the stairs, right?

But sorry, this is a game.

This is Qin Tianling's sixth attempt, and his third attempt at finding a suitable route to jump.

The first three times, I simply cleared the area quickly and then took the stairs.

And every time, they let this guy get in the car.

Admittedly,

If I had gotten on the motorcycle then, I was absolutely certain I could have caught him during the race.

However, Qin Tianling was still reverted to a previous state.

The reason is quite simple.

He didn't believe in superstitions.

He didn't believe he wouldn't catch the guy before he got on the bus.

He was also unconvinced.

I'm not happy that I'm always forced into car chases.

If you treat each boss battle in a game as a test question, then this kind of problem-solving approach that requires following the game's logic becomes quite boring, doesn't it?

It's like there are explosive barrels in the scene; you can't hurt the boss without them. Melee attacks are automatically dodged, and counterattacks are unblockable. Even attacks after dodging don't hit. So, you absolutely have to use explosive barrels to finish off the opponent?

It's really disgustingly and boringly designed.

Because the game wasn't saved in time, Hong Biao was already getting off the elevator when the save was rewound.

I tried posing for this scene at Qin Tianling a few times, and each time it resulted in a chase, and each time Exusiai would complain about it:

'At a time like this, the only way to catch up is by jumping off a building, right?'

It was precisely because of this sentence, which was repeated every time the game was reloaded, that Qin Tianling took notice.

The first time he heard it, he didn't pay attention. The second time, he thought it was a complaint. The third time, Qin Tianling used the super wisdom of his brilliant mind and immediately came to a conclusion.

—This is definitely a hint from the game! You have to jump off a building to catch up!

So when he rolled back again, he used a different method.

Although it did not land successfully.

But during his descent, he also saw Hong Biao running out.

This further confirms one thing:

Sure enough, jumping off the building was the right thing to do!

Exia, just how far have your eyes seen?

After another attempt, I roughly figured out the situation and started to get a feel for it.

And then this time!

It's now!

The Franz Greatsword appeared in his hand. He flipped over, gripped the sword with one hand, and thrust the blade into the glass curtain wall.

The glass shattered and exploded!

The fragments, like ice crystals being pushed out from within, scattered outwards in large areas.

The shards had cut several times on his sword-wielding arm, and beads of blood seeped out, leaving thin red marks on his forearm.

But Qin Tianling didn't care at all; he had already achieved his goal.

He is slowing down; his trajectory is now under control!

If it were a straight sword that was flaming, it would have sliced ​​through glass like butter by now.

No, it melted the glass.

Although it won't get scratched like it does now, it still won't achieve Qin Tianling's goal of slowing down the vehicle!

This is just right!

Meanwhile, Hong Biao, who was running towards the car on the road below, was clearly visible!

..

Hong Biao, who was thinking about escaping, heard some noise.

Then he saw some broken pieces fall beside him.

Glass shards?

The glass curtain wall on the exterior of the building?

No way?

...No way?

Hong Biao wasn't stupid. The moment he saw the thing, coupled with the continuous cracking sound overhead, he seemed to have a pretty good idea of ​​what was going on.

But it's still too outrageous.

It was so outrageous that he refused to believe it.

Hong Biao finally raised his head.

The midday sun shone directly on his face, making him squint.

then,

He saw a figure plummeting vertically downwards.

He saw the other party tear through the building reflecting the afternoon sky like a slicing cloth, tiny shards of glass falling like a fine rain.

Then—it leaped off the building's facade, carrying debris with it!

The falling debris, bathed in the afternoon sunlight, resembled drifting stardust, scattering behind him.

For a moment, Hong Biao was stunned.

He muttered to himself in disbelief,

"...No way? What's the point of me running away?"

Seeing such a powerful guy, even Hong Biao himself was sweating...?

Wait, I didn't sweat?

There was no sweat on my forehead... but rather an uncomfortable feeling of clothing sticking to my skin between my legs.

Oh.

Oh, it was urine.

That's right.

This formidable opponent is not even worthy of making me sweat.

Then Hong Biao saw the figure leaping towards him and said this.

"Successful!"

He spread his fingers and pressed them against his face, then, using the momentum, slammed himself hard into the concrete!

The king does not cry, the king does not make a fuss; the king wants to catch a thief, the king does not take the stairs.

The king... descended from the sky!

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Chapter 187, Reversal, I'm serious!

Hong Biao, who was shoved into the concrete by Qin Tianling, naturally lost consciousness.

Rather than saying that half of his head was pressed into the concrete by Qin Tianling, it was only a skull fracture and he was unconscious, not completely shattered. Hong Biao's racial physical fitness is really quite strong.

When Hong Biao woke up again, he was in a basement that no one knew about.

"Ah... just as I expected."

Hong Biao didn't show much emotion; rather, he had already anticipated this situation when he saw Qin Tianling jump from the twenty-third floor.

He glanced around briefly. The basement was rudimentary; aside from the security camera in the corner, there was nothing particularly noteworthy… a perfectly normal tactic, to avoid revealing too much information to the enemy.

I'm currently tied to a chair and can't move, but there's a lot of blood on the chair, indicating that someone was just interrogated. And for some reason, the bloodstains seem to be concentrated in the front center of the seat cushion.

The last guy to be interrogated was that Syracuse who was the vice president?

What exactly did he go through?

When the thought crossed his mind, Hong Biao shivered inexplicably, finding it hard to believe.

"Oh, you're awake?"

Qin Tianling appeared at the basement doorway and slowly walked towards Hong Biao.

Upon seeing Qin Tianling, Hong Biao, almost without hesitation, immediately begged for mercy:

"Just ask me whatever you want to know. I choose to confess and be treated leniently. Stop torturing me. I admit defeat, I surrender, I'm willing to be a witness for the prosecution. Please don't hit me!"

Since they were capable of jumping from the 23rd floor to grab me, and scaling walls on a motorcycle, there was no way I could escape from them.

Not to mention the presence of the camera means that the person in front of you is not alone.

What's the point of ordering if you're not going to order?

I voted.

"Tsk."

Seeing how obedient the other party was, Qin Tianling clicked his tongue in dissatisfaction.

Damn it, why are they cooperating so readily?

Qin Tianling originally wanted to do things that would make friends no longer friends and brothers no longer brothers—for example, the vice president and the president drawing their swords against each other, or continuing to use some Mickey Mouse gadgets.

"Then judging from your expression, you should know what I'm going to ask, right?"

"It's... about the powder, right?"

Hong Biao said,

He had already guessed it.

Since the Red Hand Society hasn't been very high-profile lately, aside from some clueless individuals who can't pay their debts and are hiding, the most likely group to take action against them is the Guard Bureau.

Given that the Royal Guard recently raided their warehouse and found the powder hidden in smuggled high-end cigars, it's hard not to draw this conclusion.

Hong Biao naturally knew the consequences of selling this kind of thing. He couldn't just sit and wait to die. He originally wanted to try to negotiate with the Guard Bureau, but who knew that Qin Tianling would suddenly appear out of nowhere and run over the Red Hand Society like a speed bump!

"Yes, go ahead and say it."

Qin Tianling nodded, signaling Hong Biao to continue.

"Let me think about where to begin..."

The powder you're investigating now wasn't made by us; we were just responsible for selling it.

The Rat King forbids flour trading within Lungmen, and with the Royal Guard's strict enforcement, it's practically impossible to find a place in Lungmen where flour can be produced entirely.