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  That fat man's neck suddenly had a deep red flame! The fat man's forward momentum did not decrease, and he even let out an angry roar, just wanting to use his hand to swat the red flame like a fly. However, in that instant, on the dimly lit long street, a burst of flames mixed with blood and flesh suddenly erupted!

  In the midst of the raging flames, Fat Man's massive body suddenly lost half its size, and the remaining half, still enormous and majestic, charged forward with undiminished momentum, even spewing blood and fire as it lunged forward. However, it had lost its correct direction, and with a loud "boom", it crashed into the sedan parked beside the explosion, sending it tumbling over onto its side!

  Fang Lin struck with one blow, not retreating but advancing instead. Suddenly he charged forward, and now his only concern was that the blue-clothed knife wielder had seen the situation was unfavorable and escaped swiftly. But for the first time, his judgment was mistaken! As a result, a flying dagger was immediately plunged deep into his shoulder!

  Excruciating pain shot up from his shoulder, and Fang Lin suddenly executed a forward roll, causing the second flying dagger thrown by the blue-clothed knife-wielding man to fall short. With a "ting" sound, it stabbed into the metal rod of the street lamp, emitting a continuous quivering noise. The distance between the two was now less than three meters. This happened to be a blind spot where throwing daggers was inconvenient and close-range attacks couldn't reach!

  Fang Lin knelt on one knee, coldly cocking the trigger of the small crossbow in his hand. Several steel arrows shot out in succession, hitting the blue-robed swordsman's chest and abdomen. The blood gauge on his head suddenly dropped to zero, and he stumbled backwards before finally falling to the ground. The flying dagger in his hand spun through the air, but Fang Lin caught it mid-air before it could hit the ground!

  Nightmare Imprint gives hint:

  "Task 2: Obtain High-quality Flying Knife ×10."

  At this time, the half corpse of the fat man who had died also began to emit a faint glow. Fang Lin walked over, picked up the key, and opened the ordinary silver treasure chest that he had left behind. He obtained an ordinary blue necklace: Wild Bear Necklace, with only one attribute being Strength +1. This mediocre item was processed using Real Cut technique, which improved its quality to high-quality, making Strength become +2. Fang Lin put it on, and it was better than nothing.

  In the next dozen or so hours, Fang Lin continued to use this method of luring snakes out of their holes and ambushing them to hunt down the required number of people. However, killing 30 Red Ferris, 30 Blue Gneiss, and 30 Green Drivers was not difficult, but those high-quality flying knives were exceptionally troublesome.

  The Blue-robed Knife Hand in the Black Hand Gang has a high status, not only is it not easily mobilized, but also has many followers around him. The most hateful thing is that those high-quality flying knives are not always found on every Blue-robed Knife Hand, with a burst rate of about 40%. Fang Lin currently relies on that mutated excellent weapon and seems strong, but his own ability is still a weakness. If there is no suitable terrain and timing, let alone others, just facing the two fat men will be a big loss. In this cruel world, the consequences of mistakes are either severe injury or tragic death, with absolutely no chance of turning over!

  After fourteen hours of hunting action, Fang Lin temporarily stopped his own actions. At this time, his task bar showed the following:

  Mission 1: Kill 30 Red Ferrises, 30 Blue Gneisses, and 30 Green Drivers.

  Ferris wheel kills 27 (30).

  Gneiss kills 19 (30)

  Green Dragon (driver) kills 22 (30)

  Mission 2: Obtain 10 high-quality flying knives from Flying Knife Hand and accumulate more than 5,000 points.

  High-quality Flying Dagger 3 (10)

  Points 1844 (5000)

  He carefully analyzed the situation and found that there were still about 40 hours before the plot character's appearance, making it seem like task one would be easily completed. However, gathering high-quality flying knives for task two was proving to be extremely difficult. He had exerted himself to the limit, killing seven blue-robed knife wielders, but only obtained three high-quality flying knives. Moreover, the current blue-robed knife wielders were now on high alert when going out, each accompanied by two to three fat men and over a dozen small henchmen. It was truly giving him the feeling of being unable to get a grip on anything.

  After fourteen hours of desperate fighting, Fang Lin's twenty points of spiritual power had been consumed to only about four points left. He felt exhausted and casually knocked down a black gangster by the roadside, stripped off his coat, rode on a high-end Harley motorcycle hidden nearby, and drove away with a long whistle.

  Soon, Fang Lin found a humble motel near the highway on the outskirts of the city. This emerging industry used to refer to hotels without rooms where people could park and sleep in their cars, with just an extra layer of protection compared to parking outside.

  But now the biggest difference between it and ordinary hotels is that the parking spaces provided by the motel are connected to the rooms, with the first floor serving as a garage and the second floor for rooms, which is a typical motel room design. Moreover, 24-hour catering, entertainment services, and even female companionship are also provided.

  Fang Lin, having just finished off the Black Hand party members in a previous battle, had been disguised as a middle-aged uncle. Now that he had thoroughly shed this disguise, he didn't worry at all about being recognized. After entering the motel, he was also hungry, so he ordered two cod fish burgers, a ham and corn salad, and a large glass of barley tea. The service staff soon brought everything over. Fang Lin ate with big mouthfuls, and after his hunger had been driven away, fatigue began to creep up on him. He asked for a room, and when the service staff came to collect his ID card, Fang Lin made an extremely impatient and annoyed expression, directly tossing over a hundred US dollars.

  This extra "identity card" immediately shut the waiter's mouth and he obediently pulled up the door and walked out. Fang Lin, however, did not rush to sleep at this time, but instead quietly got up, perked up his ears and listened carefully, and found that the waiter had no intention of revealing anything, but was exceptionally excited because of the unexpected small fortune, so he went to bed with peace of mind.

  ...........

  Woke up from a dream.

  The world is shrouded in darkness.

  Fang Lin shook his head, he rarely had dreams and even if he did, he would immediately forget them. This was mainly a residual effect of the miserable experiences he had in the human world over the past few years.

  Outside the window, it's pouring heavily, with a gloomy grayness filling the sky and earth. The rainwater is splashing countless bubbles in the accumulated water on the ground. On the highway outside, it takes about ten minutes for a car with dim fog lights to slowly pass by.

  Fang Lin calmly relaxed his fingers, leaving the metal that still held his body temperature. Even in his sleep, he didn't forget to carry the crossbow with him. The motel room was small, but the facilities were complete. He washed his face with some clear water in the bathroom. A thought immediately turned over in his mind:

  "Isn't such a torrential rain just the greatest opportunity for oneself?"

  As soon as he thought of this, Fang Lin immediately went downstairs quickly, pretended to order a cup of hot chocolate, and slowly drank it on the counter, chatting with the waiter about the weather. Probably because of that generous tip, the waiter was very talkative, telling him that every year around this time, there would be typhoons, and the rain would last at least two days, sometimes even a whole week. This information further solidified Fang Lin's confidence, he directly bought a raincoat, and rode his Harley motorcycle into the heavy rain, accelerating fiercely, breaking through the rain like an angry dragon!

  ………………….

  Fang Lin's destination was a famous building in the city, the Wesley Building. The clue from the fat boss of the supermarket showed that this was also an important base for the Black Hand Party in the coastal city. On the surface, it was a magnificent commercial building, but in reality, it was a place where the Black Hand Party laundered money and sold drugs. If not for the sudden arrival of the typhoon, he would not have dared to target this place, but the bad weather undoubtedly kept most people at home, whether they were good citizens or gang members, all had to succumb to the power of nature.

  In the heavy rain, Fang Lin searched for a long time and finally found a few pharmacies to take shelter in, where he bought some useful items. Then, he discovered a pizza shop that was still struggling to stay open. He walked in, shaking off the water from his raincoat, and muttered:

  "This terrible weather, even phone calls can't get through!"

  He then loudly said to his boss:

  "Bring me twenty takeout pizzas!"

  The terrible weather naturally made most people not want to go out, but Fang Lin's high tip dispelled the boss's idea of refusing. Twenty pizzas were quickly taken care of, and after being packaged, they were delivered by the boss himself, with Fang Lin also going along for the ride.

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