In extreme survival environments, it's not uncommon for people to kill each other out of selfishness, and such occurrences have become routine.

But there's a small group of people whose killings aren't for survival.

Clearly, Zhao Yi is part of this small group.

And he's a particularly dangerous part.

He kills because he finds it fun, which isn't a suitable reason—or rather, there's no reason at all.

That's why such people are extremely dangerous.

One moment he might be joking with you, and the next, he could pull out a shotgun and blow your head off like a watermelon.

You never know when you've landed on his hit list.

Unlike the other underlings, the middle-aged man drinking tea appeared very calm. He looked at Zhao Yi seriously and asked:

"Do you know who I am?"

Zhao Yi replied:

"No idea."

"Let me guess... you're Xiang Weishan's brother?"

The middle-aged man nodded.

"That's right. Since you've heard of me, you should understand what kind of person I, Xiang Babang, am..."

Before he could finish, Zhao Yi interrupted him.

"No, actually, I haven't heard of you."

"And I seriously doubt you're your father's biological son... If not for Old Wang's interference, your father really shouldn't have given you such a personally vindictive name."

Zhao Yi said this very seriously, not just slandering.

If it weren't for Old Wang's meddling, how could a father give his son such an outrageous name?

The underlings in the room turned pale, occasionally casting sympathetic glances.

Having served Xiang Babang for so long, they knew well how ruthless he was!

And they understood that as the leader of the Fierce Charge Gang, Xiang Babang hated people making jokes about his name the most. Zhao Yi was courting death!

"You think you're funny?"

Xiang Babang's eyelids drooped slightly, a hint of murderous intent in his tone!

"Not bad, I do consider myself quite humorous."

"Describing me with just 'handsome' seems a bit lacking."

Zhao Yi boldly sat on the sofa in Xiang Babang's room, crossed his legs, and opened a bottle of water.

Xiang Babang had been navigating this bizarre world for years, finally climbing to his current position, barely becoming a local tyrant in the guild. Usually, rookies would go to great lengths to flatter him, but Zhao Yi was a bold and audacious maverick.

The tattooed man from earlier pulled out a gun and aimed it at the back of Zhao Yi's head, his gaze sharp.

As soon as Xiang Babang gave the order, he would blow Zhao Yi's head off.

Although players wouldn't die in the guild's base, precisely because they wouldn't die, they had countless ways to torture Zhao Yi until he went mad!

"You dare kill the boss's brother, you should pay the price!"

The tattooed man's face was extremely ferocious, vividly recalling Zhao Yi's earlier humiliation!

As a veteran in the Hell game, being humiliated by a rookie, how could he hold his head high in front of his underlings in the future?

"I understand, he can kill me, but I can't kill him."

Even with a gun to his head, Zhao Yi remained unfazed.

"Because he has a good brother, and I don't."

Xiang Babang squinted his eyes, coldly saying:

"Since you understand this principle, you shouldn't have killed my brother!"

Zhao Yi drank some water and placed the bottle on the coffee table.

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Then he made a gun gesture with his hand, aiming at Xiang Babang.

"Do you know what I'm thinking?"

Xiang Babang coldly replied:

"I don't need to know a madman's thoughts, but soon... you'll know what I'm thinking..."

Zhao Yi interrupted him, his expression suddenly becoming extremely fierce and unwilling!

"I'm thinking, if I had a shotgun right now, I could blow your head off with one shot!"

Seeing Zhao Yi's expression, Xiang Babang wasn't angry but pleased, feeling like he had regained some ground, his demeanor returning.

He brushed off the dust from his clothes, lit a cigarette, and sneered:

"Look at you, pathetic like a worm, so poor you can't even afford a gun!"

"I..."

Bang!

Before he could finish, a shotgun appeared in Zhao Yi's hand, and he pulled the trigger, blasting Xiang Babang's head to pieces!

Blood and flesh splattered everywhere!

A wisp of smoke slowly rose from the dark muzzle of Zhao Yi's gun.

Everyone in the room was stunned, silent as the grave!

In the guild's base, even if a player was burned to ashes, they could resurrect, but that wasn't important... What was important was that a level-three rookie player had just shot a level-twenty-two player in his own room!

"Did you think he should have dodged that shot?"

Zhao Yi smiled, putting away the gun under the shocked and hostile gazes of everyone.

He had done what he needed to do.

Zhao Yi knew it would be difficult to leave this room on his own today.

But before these people could kill him, he decided to do something first.

He knew that with the other party on guard, he had no way to harm Xiang Babang.

So, he once again used his words and acting skills to divert Xiang Babang's attention, creating the illusion that he didn't have a gun, and finally, unexpectedly, pulled out the gun and took him down.

Perhaps Xiang Babang's strength was high, but clearly, he hadn't exchanged for any powerful bloodlines or strong ghostly limbs, so his body couldn't withstand the shotgun Yang Linlin had given Zhao Yi.

He shattered Xiang Babang's head.

The next moment, the tattooed man, who had come to his senses, also shot Zhao Yi's head to pieces!

...

Zhao Yi was no stranger to death.

Not long after he lost consciousness, he found himself in a familiar dark cage.

Inside were thousands of bizarre and terrifying monsters, chained tightly to bronze pillars, roaring madly at Zhao Yi!

Zhao Yi was a regular here.

He wasn't afraid of these terrifying monsters; on the contrary, they were afraid of him.

Because they were the ones Zhao Yi had captured from the outside world and imprisoned here.

—From Zhao Yi's patients.

In their eyes, Zhao Yi had no form.

He was an unknown secret.

An unreadable truth.

The master of this unknown edge!

Anger, jealousy, obsession, brutality, bloodlust...

Zhao Yi could clearly call out the names of these monsters he had locked up here. As soon as he approached, those monsters that roared angrily at him would bow their heads and play dead.

As Zhao Yi patrolled his world, a crack suddenly appeared in the gray sky, letting out a beam of light.

Zhao Yi looked up.

"Revived so soon?"

He sighed.

...

When he opened his eyes again, Zhao Yi was tied to an electric chair.

The bright light made Zhao Yi somewhat uncomfortable.

In front of him was a group of vicious people, looking at Zhao Yi with mocking and cruel smiles.

Xiang Babang had already cleaned the blood off himself, changed into a clean and tidy suit, his face so dark it seemed like it could drip water!

To be honest, Zhao Yi's shot earlier hadn't harmed his body, but it had severely damaged his spirit!

With so many underlings watching, a level-twenty-two veteran player being shot in the head by a level-three rookie in his own room—what a humiliation! What a disgrace!

If word got out, where would he put his face?

Xiang Babang couldn't accept it!

He decided not to waste words with someone like Zhao Yi and went straight for the torture devices!

First, let Zhao Yi experience extreme pain, make him scream and beg for mercy, regain his dignity, and then, once Zhao Yi left the guild's base on his own, they'd find a way to deal with him!

"Do you know what this is?"

Xiang Babang raised his right hand, holding the controller, and asked fiercely.

"Ah, the electric chair... Well, for ordinary people, it's indeed a hard-to-bear punishment. However, for me... it's obviously not very effective."

Zhao Yi's face still bore that creepy smile. Seeing this smile, Xiang Babang was suddenly infuriated, veins bulging on his neck, the cultivated demeanor disappearing, replaced by madness!

He slammed the button on the controller, and a strong electric current instantly coursed through Zhao Yi's body!

Zzz!

Zhao Yi convulsed violently, his hair exploding into a mess, his skin sparking under the strong current, quickly turning white. Within seconds, everyone could clearly smell the aroma of cooked meat in the air...

Zhao Yi hung his head, motionless.

About a minute later, Zhao Yi's injuries began to heal, and he gradually regained consciousness.

"How does it feel?"

Xiang Babang sneered.

Zhao Yi replied:

"Not bad. Strong electric shocks can bring immense pain in a short time, but if you can get used to it... it's actually quite pleasant."

"Why don't you give it a few more tries?"

Xiang Babang's smile froze.

Everyone felt their breath catch.

Pleasant?

This Zhao Yi... could he have a masochistic tendency?

Damn!

How do you deal with this?

The group, at a loss, looked to Xiang Babang for guidance.

Xiang Babang stared at Zhao Yi, bloodshot eyes.

"You must be in pain... why pretend?"

"If it hurts, scream!"

"Don't hold it in!"

Zhao Yi lowered his eyes, glanced at the controller in his hand, and said:

"Can I have that?"

Xiang Babang, hearing this, mocked:

"What?"

"Acting tough earlier, now you're scared?"

Zhao Yi replied:

"No, I think the product experience was pretty good. If you don't press it, I can do it myself."

Xiang Babang: "???"

The group stared at Zhao Yi, speechless for a moment.

This guy... definitely has some issues!

Seeing them silent, Zhao Yi continued on his own:

"Actually, just playing with the electric chair is a bit dull. You could add some variety!"

"Like boiling a frog in warm water, roasting quail eggs... Do you know what's the most extreme?"

The group shook their heads numbly.

Zhao Yi shook the electric chair violently, moving forward a few steps, startling Xiang Babang!

He quickly drew his soul weapon, a large electric baton, aiming at Zhao Yi, tense all over!

In the past, he would have found his behavior shameful.

A level-twenty-two veteran player, facing a rookie, yet still on high alert!

But now, after Zhao Yi had blown his head off, he was worried Zhao Yi might pull another trick and kill him again when he wasn't looking!

If that happened again, he'd truly lose face!

But this time, Zhao Yi clearly had no intention or ability to harm him again.

Seeing Xiang Babang's wary expression, Zhao Yi excitedly said:

"The most extreme method was told to me by a patient before—skinning!"

"You prepare a pot of mercury, then cut a cross on my head, and pour the mercury in. The weight of the mercury will separate my skin from the muscle tissue, all the way down... Finally, a complete human skin is made!"

"Usually, at this point, I should still be alive, and I can jump out of my skin... and dance for everyone, for entertainment!"

As Zhao Yi spoke, he became more and more excited, animatedly!

The group watched Zhao Yi, saliva flying, feeling a chill, instinctively moving away from him...

This guy... is he even human?

Seeing him like this, Xiang Babang slumped into the chair behind him, lighting a cigarette with a troubled expression.

This was probably the first time he had been so troubled about how to torture someone.

In the guild's base, a safe zone, they couldn't kill Zhao Yi, nor could they drag him out of the guild's base.

So torture and threats were their only way to make a player quickly admit their mistakes.

But now... this method was completely ineffective on Zhao Yi!

This guy... might not only be a masochist but also an extremely twisted madman and pervert!

After a long time.

Xiang Babang extinguished the cigarette.

Before he could speak, a crisp knock came from the door.

An underling, under Xiang Babang's signal, opened the door.

A beautiful and enchanting figure appeared.

Fiery red lips, eyes full of allure.

"Zhao Yi, come with me."

Liu Ruoqing spoke lazily.

Zhao Yi shook the electric chair violently, trying to turn around, then, while tied up, used his gluteal muscles skillfully to inch like a snail to the door.

None of the fierce underlings dared to stop him.

Their eyes, filled with blatant desire, held an indelible fear when looking at Liu Ruoqing.

"In my territory, taking someone without notifying me, isn't that against the rules?"

Xiang Babang, already in a foul mood today, had his day ruined by Zhao Yi, losing face! Now Liu Ruoqing came and directly ignored him, wanting to take Zhao Yi away, almost as if throwing his face on the ground and stomping on it. How could someone as arrogant and domineering as him tolerate this?

As Zhao Yi moved out of the room, Liu Ruoqing flicked her fingers, and the ropes on Zhao Yi fell off!

Then Liu Ruoqing looked up at Xiang Babang, a hint of confusion in her beautiful eyes.

"And who are you?"

Those three words froze the air.

Xiang Babang clenched his fists, veins bulging on his forehead, but he still tried to keep his expression from collapsing.

He wanted to rush out and kill Liu Ruoqing.

But he knew... he wasn't a match for Liu Ruoqing!

The difference in their strength... was too great!

This seemingly seductive mature woman was one of the top combat forces in the Bone Zone!

No matter how angry he was... he had to endure!