87: Chapter 87: Live on with their legacy!

Gu Changming walked over to the nearest corpse and crouched down.

The person was lying on their back, eyes still wide open, with the fatal wound on their neck.

The wound was very clean, piercing from one side to the other without any crushed bone or other residue. It looked as if it had been punched through entirely by something extremely fast.

He looked up, his gaze sweeping over the surroundings. There was more than just this one corpse lying scattered throughout the factory. At a rough glance, most had died from "accidents"—the "gifts" of the Assessment.

But at least ten people were different.

Their causes of death were very consistent. Clean, precise, and mostly one-hit kills. Gu Changming was very familiar with the location and shape of these wounds.

It was a Mentalist. The weapon used seemed to be a Telekinetic Shuttle.

He stood up and withdrew his gaze.

He had a rough guess in his mind:

Someone had triggered "Equivalent Compensation" and obtained an Immunity Period.

Then, using those six hours of safety, they began hunting the gang members gathered here.

Looking at the scattered corpses, Gu Changming's face showed no particular expression.

It didn't matter that these people were dead, it was just a bit of a pity.

There were over forty people; if he had arrived sooner for the "Gift's Favor" they triggered... it should have been enough for him to stack his 14-point prize pool to over forty.

Gu Changming turned his head to look at the dazed Liu Yang and the other Tall and Thin Subordinate.

The two had also snapped back to their senses by now. All color instantly drained from their faces, leaving only panic.

They exchanged a look, and then under Liu Yang's direction, the two clumsily lifted the giant black cocoon and stumbled back toward the modified car they had driven there.

Gu Changming said nothing and followed them into the back seat.

The car door closed, and the engine let out a low growl.

Liu Yang gripped the steering wheel, his fingers trembling slightly. He took a few deep breaths before barely managing to steady himself.

The car quickly sped away from the abandoned factory, heading in an unknown direction.

“Where are we going?” Gu Changming suddenly spoke.

Liu Yang's shoulders jerked. He then raised his voice as if to bolster his own courage: “To ‘Iron Hunt’!”

He stared intently at the potholed road ahead, his mind spinning in a mess.

The Desolate Hunt Group was gone; only the two of them were left.

If they were left alone, wandering this area by themselves, they would sooner or later be hunted down and killed by other gangs.

Right now, the best way to survive was to find the Iron Hunt Gang, whom they had never gotten along with, and join them.

Although their previous relationship had been tense... He stole a quick glance through the rearview mirror at the giant black cocoon placed in the trunk.

With this thing as a stepping stone, it should work.

Hearing the man's words, Gu Changming also relaxed.

Another gang?

That worked too; he wasn't picky.

...

Among the ruins of high-rise buildings in the city, a figure moved with rapid speed.

He leapt from the top of a half-collapsed building, arced through the air, and landed heavily on the rooftop platform of another building dozens of meters away. With almost no pause for momentum, he jumped again.

After several leaps, the figure finally came to a stop on the top platform of a communication tower.

Zhou Qilin panted slightly, adjusting his breathing.

He glanced at the point balance at the edge of his vision: 5,241 points.

Among those people, there were some tough nuts who would rather die than give him their points.

But fortunately, that gang leader's courage was average. After using some methods, he still managed to get over four thousand points.

He didn't hesitate for a second regarding this windfall of points. With a slight shift of his consciousness, he summoned the shop interface.

He quickly selected the target he had long since set his sights on: "Mind Control."

Selected, confirmed payment.

The points decreased sharply.

A cool trickle subsequently poured into his mind as a new kind of "sense" quietly took root deep within his consciousness.

After the purchase was finished.

He leapt once more, his body tracing an arc in the air as he shot toward a higher point.

Finally, his right hand firmly grabbed the broken edge of the top floor wall. He hung suspended a hundred meters in the air, the wind whipping his coat with a snapping sound.

Hanging there, his gaze swept over the deathly silent urban area below.

There shouldn't be just that one "Desolate Hunt Group" nearby, right?

He paused briefly at the city's high point. Suddenly, his gaze fixed on a spot far in the distance—a small factory building next to a gas station on the edge of the city.

There, at this moment, a steady incandescent light source was visible...

...

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Gu Changming glanced at the rising red points in his vision, then shifted his gaze to the driver's seat.

Liu Yang looked completely out of it now, his hair messy and his face stained with dust and sweat.

He stared blankly at the road ahead, his eyes wide as if they were about to bulge out. His knuckles were white from gripping the steering wheel so hard.

“Hang in there,” Gu Changming spoke, his tone still flat, yet carrying a strange sense of encouragement. “Live on with his dying wishes.”

That's right, they had been "favored" by fate again on the road.

At a corner, a truck loaded with steel pipes suddenly appeared in front of them, and the car's brakes happened to fail at that exact moment.

That Tall and Thin Subordinate's head was directly impaled by a steel pipe; he was as dead as could be.

And Liu Yang actually hadn't been able to react either; he was originally supposed to die there too.

But Gu Changming really didn't know the location of that "Iron Hunt Gang," so he had to use Psychokinesis to give the man a pull, helping him survive the "gift" just now.

However, looking at it now, the man was saved, but half his soul seemed to be missing.

Seeing the man's absent-minded driving, Gu Changming would have wanted to drive for him if he wasn't worried about exhausting himself.

The car bumped along the dark wilderness road for about another fifteen minutes.

All around were endless ruins and the silhouettes of collapsed traffic signs.

Suddenly, light appeared ahead.

A single point of steady, white light appeared at the end of the road.

Almost simultaneously, Liu Yang seemed to be pricked by that light and snapped back to his senses.

“We're here.” His tone finally regained a sliver of emotion.

...

The car stopped about ten meters away from the light.

Gu Changming pushed the door open and got out, his gaze naturally falling on the dark silhouette of the gas station next to the light.

Looking at the words "Gas Station," Gu Changming couldn't help but wonder if the upcoming "Favor" would be the gas tanks over here exploding.

As he was looking, Liu Yang, who had gotten out of the car beside him, suddenly spoke in a very low, trembling voice:

“Do... don't you think it's too quiet? There's no movement at all...”

He stared at the glowing factory building in front of them, his face appearing even paler in the faint light coming from a distance.

Just now, when they went back to the Desolate Hunt Group's base, it was the same lack of movement.

Hearing the man's words.

Gu Changming also withdrew his gaze. His Mental Power spread out silently, quickly covering the lit factory building ahead.

After seeing the situation inside, Gu Changming's eyes couldn't help but flicker.