Doomsday: Man in the Kimchi Nation, Necromancer
31 Let’s fight, bastards!

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"Ah Xi! This bastard dared to attack!"

"Do you want to die?!"

The hooligans who were already angered by Han Mu's arrogance were instantly enraged.

He picked up his weapon and attacked.

"Don't kill him!"

The middle-aged middle-aged man said coldly.

This was their territory.

Not even the people from the corporations dared to be arrogant here.

It was the end of the world.

It wasn't as if they didn't have any big shots behind them.

"I'll play with you guys for a while!"

Han Mu clenched his fist and used 99% of his strength to punch a hooligan in the face.

His cheekbone collapsed, and a bloody tooth flew out.

Behind him, a Taekwondo player, Xiaoxi, raised his leg and slashed down.

The sneak attack seemed to have slowed down countless times in Han Mu's spiritual perception, and every detail was captured in his mind.

Swoosh!

He turned around and kicked his thigh.

With a kick, his thigh was twisted and deformed, and his muscles were severely strained.

Pa!

Han Mu held a steel pipe that he had smashed down hard and smiled kindly.

Xiaoxi, who was holding onto his weapon, looked at the deformed steel pipe with cold sweat on his forehead.

What kind of monster was this guy?

Han Mu strolled leisurely as if he was taking a stroll.

More than half of the 50 to 60 people were lying on the ground.

If he had not controlled his strength, everyone present would not have been able to catch their breath.

"Is that all?"

Han Mu stretched his shoulders.

It wasn't even a warm-up.

"Ah Xi, don't be too arrogant, you brat!”

The bald middle-aged man was so angry that he took out a pistol from his pocket.

Han Mu, who had four or five guns pointed at him, slowly untied his tie and took off his coat.

The cold killing intent enveloped the entire warehouse in a low pressure.

"You're not the first one to point a gun at me. Are you sure you can handle this?”

Although Han Mu was smiling, his expression was as if he was looking at a dead man.

"Damn it, a bastard who is about to die still dares to be so arrogant?”

The Mediterranean Sea's heart skipped a beat.

The lackeys behind him couldn't stand this arrogant bastard.

Bang!

Before he could say anything, his lackey had already fired a bullet.

Puff!

The low voice sounded like it had hit a piece of leather.

Han Mu slowly unclenched his fists.

Clang!

A bullet quietly fell to the ground.

The crisp sound could be heard clearly in the quiet warehouse.

"Ah ah…Damn it, am I hallucinating?”

One of the lackeys pointed at Han Mu, his tongue almost knotted.

Catching a bullet with his bare hands? Was this something that a human could do?

Puff!

In the next second, an explosion sounded in his ears.

The lackey who fired the gun exploded like a balloon.

The thick blood mixed with flesh and blood covered the wall behind him.

Han Mu, who appeared beside him like a ghost, patted the shoulder of the Mediterranean man who was afraid of being shocked.

"Don't be anxious. Everyone here has to die!”

Ta Ta Ta Ta!

Heavy footsteps echoed.

The entire row of undead army swarmed in.

When the undead crossbowmen reloaded their crossbows, their arrows shone with a cold light.

Everyone in the warehouse was shocked.

He took the white suit from Xiaobai and put it on.

Han Mu patted the Undead Crossbowman's shoulder with a smile.

"Don't miss out on it. We have to clean up all the trash!”

"Wait, wait a moment!"

At the moment of life and death, the Bald Mediterranean couldn't care less about his fear of the Undead Army.

She scrambled to Han Mu's feet and hugged his thigh tightly.

Before he could speak, a terrifying pressure descended on his head.

She raised her head and met a pair of eyes shrouded in shadows.

Cold and cruel, like a tyrant looking down on lowly pigs and dogs.

"Who allowed you to touch me!"

Her five slender fingers were fixed on her head like steel bars and slowly retracted.

He even felt as if his skull was about to be crushed.

"Stop!"

A cold voice came from the inside.

Han Mu tilted his head slightly and looked at the ajar door.

More than a dozen burly men in black suits and sunglasses ran out of the door.

They were arranged in two rows on the left and right as if they were welcoming guests.

Their cold expressions and the smell of blood showed that they were not ordinary hooligans.

"Veteran or mercenary?"

Han Mu was intrigued.

Compared to the small fries from before, the one who came out now was the real boss.

Ta Ta Ta Ta!

The sound of high heels hitting the ground could be heard.

A petite and slim woman with a sexy waist walked over slowly with steady steps.

Black suit, short spaghetti strap, straight pants.

Her snow-white skin was exposed.

Her short hair was brushed behind her ears, revealing a face that was as aggressive as a wolf with light makeup.

Her slender waist swayed along with her upper and lower contours, giving off an extremely uncoordinated but inexplicably intense feeling of conflict.

"Ah Xi, why would I have a useless subordinate like you!”

He looked at the pale-faced Mediterranean man at Han Mu's feet.

The corners of the woman's lips parted slightly, and her neutral voice was cold.

It was as if he was looking at a damn worm.

Bang!

A bullet penetrated the Mediterranean man's head.

The woman holding the pistol threw the gun to the bodyguard beside her, not even looking at her dead subordinate.

It was as if it was really just a damn worm.

She walked up to Han Mu with her hands on her hips, perfectly displaying her superior conditions.

She was definitely the woman with the deepest career line that Han Mu had ever seen.

God knew how such a petite and thin woman could move so freely with such a huge burden.

The woman was obviously looking up to him, but she was arrogant as if she was looking down on him.

"This is an apology for my poor hospitality. We can have a chat now.”

"Let me introduce myself, Kim Jiyeon. You can also call me Mr. Kim.”

"Chat?"

The corners of Han Mu's mouth twitched, and his gaze carried an undisguised aggressiveness.

"You have two choices. Kneel down or die!”

"This is my answer to you!"

" Mr. Jin " smiled, as if Han Mu was just joking with her.

When the smile disappeared, only the ferocity of a wolf remained on his face.

"Then let's start the war!"

"You damned bastard!"

Han Mu was intrigued.

"Aren't you afraid of death?"

The difference in strength was so great, but this woman was not afraid at all.

It was simply strange.

"Do I have to be swallowed up by you and then tied to a rack like a piece of meat? Do I have to be played with by you every day?”

"Let's fight, you bastard!"

Han Mu stared at the woman who looked more like a man than a man.

In her eyes, Han Mu did not see any weakness or fear. There was only a seemingly endless ambition.

This was an ambitious woman.

Power and ambition were like poison, seeping into her bones.

As long as she was given a ladder to climb up, even if the ladder was covered with steel needles, she would not mind if it pierced her heart.

Even if there was only a one in ten thousand chance of success, she would not hesitate.

The meaning of her life was to pursue higher power and ambition.

This kind of person couldn't possibly be afraid of death.

The thing he was most afraid of was losing power.

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