"Your turn now."

Liu Zheng raised his blood-soaked tentacle, aiming at the last security guard.

The remaining security guard didn't say a word, turned and ran. Within a few breaths, he had already reached the end of the corridor on the right, leaving only a faint smell of burning in the air.

"He runs pretty fast. Well, for just a few thousand bucks a month, who would risk their life?"

Liu Zheng voiced what the guard was thinking.

And he didn't plan to give chase.

First, he probably couldn't catch up, and second, each was doing their job, so there was no need for a complete massacre.

"Where's the principal's office?"

Liu Zheng asked the security guard he had slashed.

The guard remained stubbornly silent, looking like he was set on being a tough guy.

"Talk, and you live. Consider this your medical fee. Refuse, and I'll throw you in the sewer, let the fish down there chew you to bones."

Liu Zheng shoved a wad of cash into his pocket.

"You're cruel, aren't you?"

The guard couldn't help but speak up.

"There are crueler. I know someone with a very powerful ability; even large women sitting on the ground eating dirt can't satisfy it. Lately, it's asked me to find new toys, regardless of race or gender."

"I think you'd be perfect."

He whispered maliciously in the guard's ear, blowing hot air intentionally.

"I'm not suitable!"

The guard shrieked.

"Then talk!"

"Third room on the left at the end, sign on the door!"

The guard yelled.

"Good, now just lie there."

Liu Zheng hurled him aside and dashed toward the left corridor.

Before he reached the end, several guards appeared from the side, shouting and charging at him.

"The principal said, stop him and get a bonus of four months' salary!"

The security chief shouted.

"Take him down, get the bonus!"

His confidant shouted in sync, and the other guards echoed, their morale soaring.

"Whoever trips right now, I'll give them a hundred thousand for medical expenses."

Liu Zheng shouted back.

A hundred thousand for medical expenses!

The guards' eyes lit up; that was much more than four months' salary.

"The principal also said, whoever takes him down gets a direct long-term contract!"

Seeing the situation, the security chief gritted his teeth and shouted again.

The school's employment contracts came in three types: short-term, long-term, and indefinite.

Short-term contracts had fixed terms and expired automatically, requiring reapplication.

Long-term contracts also had fixed terms but were automatically renewable as long as certain conditions weren't violated.

Indefinite contracts had no term limits, only ending upon dismissal, resignation, or retirement, ensuring permanent employment at the school.

Indefinite contracts were hard even for teachers to obtain, and long-term contracts were the best guards could hope for.

As long as you weren't too unlucky or socially inept, long-term contracts would keep renewing, essentially a secure job.

In Metropolis, finding a secure job wasn't easy, especially in private schools where the environment was safe, the pay was high, and the benefits were good.

The security chief had intended to use this opportunity for greater personal gain.

But seeing his men waver due to the high medical expenses, he had to reveal it to stabilize them.

"Get the bonus, sign the long-term contract!"

The guards' resolve strengthened again.

"Then there's no choice."

Liu Zheng shrugged, severing a tentacle and stuffing it into his mouth.

"Poof! Poof! Poof!"

After a series of bites, before the guards reached him, he transformed into a water cannon and continued firing.

Arrows of blood of various thickness shot toward the guards; some received one arrow, some several, but none missed.

This was the effect of the "Merit Bullet Shrapnel." It aimed accurately at others, and targeted him back just as precisely.

"Phantom Target!"

A guard raised a gem bracelet, emitting a white beam from its inlaid diamond.

The white light hung in the air, forming a scarecrow with a round bullseye on its chest.

With the scarecrow's appearance, the blood arrows rushed toward it like ravenous fans, ignoring their previous targets.

"Damn, they have this trick."

Liu Zheng cursed internally.

But his severed tentacle wasn't wasted; the "Phantom Target" made no distinctions, and the guards' long-range attacks were attracted to the scarecrow as well.

Moreover, the guard who cast the spell turned pale, showing it took a toll on him as well.

"Let's see how many more times you can summon that!"

Liu Zheng braced himself, severing another tentacle to put in his mouth.

After all, he only had "Anger" as a weapon now, and two tentacles sufficed.

"Poof poof poof!!!"

Liu Zheng sprayed blood arrows while charging forward.

The scarecrow absorbed a few more blood arrows, then shattered into sparkles.

The guard wearing the gem bracelet rolled his eyes and collapsed.

With the "Phantom Target" gone, several guards who couldn't react fast enough were hit by blood arrows, each sporting one or more bloody holes.

"Xiao Qiang, Ah Gang!"

The security chief watched his fallen men, eyes tearing with rage, and looked at Liu Zheng with an almost fiery gaze.

"No matter who you are, you're dead! Brothers, protect me!"

He ordered loudly.

"Chief, are you going to use that move? Please don't, it'll deplete your strength."

His confidant exclaimed.

"If you're all dead, what use is my strength? Enough, protect me."

The security chief said.

"Yes!"

His confidant wiped his eyes, leading the guards to circle around the chief.

"Eight Winds Rising, Tiger Roars, Dragon Sings..."

The chief recited poetry, slowly unsheathing his waist-sword.

As the blade emerged, his imposing aura grew weaker and weaker.

Of course, this wasn't because his power was waning, but because his aura was contracting, gathering alongside his sword technique.

It was easy to imagine the might of the strike the chief would unleash when the sword was fully drawn.

But Liu Zheng wouldn't let him strike, stomping the ground with his left hoof to propel himself forward with the rebounding force.

His speed, already fast, was meteoric with multiple boosts, his momentum enhanced by the Dragon Scale Blade's fury, making him look formidable.

"Stop him, don't waste the chief's effort."

The confidant shouted.

"Stop him!"

The guards responded, giving their all.

Those skilled in attack assaulted Liu Zheng, while those good at defense fortified the chief's guard.

The corridor was momentarily filled with a myriad of lights and shadows.

"Can they stop me?"

Liu Zheng used "Iron Block" to its fullest, his flesh taking on a metallic silver-white sheen.

Against the oncoming assault, he didn't dodge, enduring the hits with his body.

Seeing his half-severed tentacle, Liu Zheng tore it off, stuffing it along with a green piece of gum into his mouth.

"Chew chew chew!"

His partially open cheek revealed his stark white teeth chewing the bloody flesh, some even slipping through the holes on the sides.

The thought that it was his own flesh made all the guards shiver with fear.

As they hesitated at Liu Zheng's brutality, he took a deep breath and expelled a green blood arrow as thick as an arm.

"Stop it!"

The confidant shouted once more.

A guard tried to block it with a riot shield, but the blood arrow pierced through shield and guard alike.

Another guard attempted to deflect the blood arrow with an invisible hand, but after a slight deviation, it regained its course.

Nonetheless, their efforts had slightly slowed the blood arrow's speed.

"Go, stop it, even if you must use your body to block it!"

The confidant screamed.

"Great words, then you go block it."

A familiar yet unfamiliar voice drifted into his ears.

Before he could ponder who it was, someone pushed him in the back.

His body moved uncontrollably two steps forward, directly into the blood arrow's path.