Suddenly, a round, black object rolled out from under Xu Xiangbei’s feet.

Xu Xiangbei laughed and said, "Oh dear, my egg, I’ve laid an egg."

Then, there was a bang, and white smoke filled the air.

After the smoke bomb exploded, the room was full of smoke. No one could see anything, but Xu Xiangbei was an expert at discerning objects by sound.

At the same time, the Iron Ball whistled through the air, slicing the smoke like a ghost, constantly striking the gunmen on the head.

Xu Xiangbei had long targeted the positions of the gunmen. To prevent them from firing randomly and accidentally injuring Liu Ningyan and Jenny, Xu Xiangbei dispatched four Iron Balls at once, quickly taking down all seven gunmen.

Realizing he had been tricked by Xu Xiangbei, Lei Zhenrong was furious, banging his cane and shouting, "Kill them! Kill them!"

For a moment, the shouts of rage, screams, and gunfire merged into one.

Soon, the room quieted down. With a clatter, the seven gunmen lay at Xu Xiangbei’s feet, each with bruised and swollen faces.

Liu Ningyan and Jenny high-fived each other in delight. The feeling of escaping death was indescribable.

When they were surrounded by gunmen, they thought they would be buried in this gloomy underground layer. Unexpectedly, at the critical moment, Xu Xiangbei threw a smoke bomb.

Jenny curiously asked, "Where did you get the smoke bomb?"

"I confiscated it from the Sword Palace assassins. The ninja’s gadget, I thought it was fun, so I kept two to play with. It’s my first time using it, and it’s really fun."

Xu Xiangbei smiled and pocketed the four Iron Galls, "Ladies, tie up these guys tightly. I’m going to settle accounts with that old fellow."

Behind each server array was a bundle of colorful cables, and a small iron door led to another room. The small iron door had been opened and then closed again, making a clanking sound.

Xu Xiangbei heard it clearly. Lei Zhenrong must have escaped through that small iron door.

Taking a few quick steps, he turned the handle of the small iron door and rushed out.

Behind the small iron door was a medical room lined with white tiles, with various cabinets filled with a variety of medications. The open space was set with several medical beds.

Each screen blocked the view, but Xu Xiangbei could hear the sound of Lei Zhenrong’s cane tapping the floor. With his poor legs, he couldn’t walk fast at all, and Xu Xiangbei easily caught up with him.

Hearing Xu Xiangbei approaching, Lei Zhenrong stopped and slowly turned around, "Young man, I underestimated you again. I should have killed you the moment I saw you."

Xu Xiangbei grinned mischievously, "Regretting it now? There’s no medicine for regret. Regret is useless. Come on, hit me with your cane, go ahead and kill me."

Lei Zhenrong sneered, slowly raising his cane, "I don’t believe I can’t kill you with a single stroke."

Xu Xiangbei chuckled and approached Lei Zhenrong, "If you hate me that much, I’ll let you hit me once, I promise not to dodge."

Lei Zhenrong coldly laughed, "Really, kid, your word better be true. Come, let me hit you to ease my anger."

Xu Xiangbei was indifferent, seeing Lei Zhenrong hardly having the strength to truss a chicken, it didn’t matter if he let him strike once.

Lei Zhenrong raised his cane high, and a gale-like force swept towards Xu Xiangbei.

Xu Xiangbei was startled, joining four Iron Balls in his palms—boom—a tremendous force flung Xu Xiangbei against the wall, sweetening his chest, making him spit a mouthful of fresh blood.

Xu Xiangbei looked at Lei Zhenrong in shock. How could this be? The frail-looking Lei Zhenrong had such power in a single cane stroke, heavier than the Sword Palace assassin’s by threefold.

Lei Zhenrong straightened up, no longer old and frail, instead looking like a robust muscleman.

He sneered, "So, how does that cane stroke feel?"

Xu Xiangbei nonchalantly wiped the blood from his lips, "I admire how deep you hid yourself. Usually acting so frail, yet so powerful. But evil cannot triumph over good. I can’t help but think there’s something wrong with you. Did you use some medication? Because your body’s power doesn’t match. It’s not a good sign, might deplete your life force."

Xu Xiangbei eyed the medication cabinets on the walls, the advanced medical beds, everything prepared for Lei Zhenrong. Lei Zhenrong must have researched some drug enhancing his power.

"Nonsense, the drug I’ve developed is the world’s most advanced anti-aging medicine, you know nothing. After taking it, I’m stronger than young people."

"I’m a doctor, I have expertise in this. How about you let me take your pulse; I’ll know if you’re normal in no time."

"Utter nonsense, stop trying to get close to me. I don’t have any illness; why would I let you examine me? If I don’t kill you, I won’t be satisfied."

Lei Zhenrong raised his cane to hit again, but this time Xu Xiangbei easily dodged.

Even though Lei Zhenrong used drugs to boost his power immensely, he didn’t know any martial arts and wasn’t a match for Xu Xiangbei, who mischievously walked over.

"I’ll check you whether you let me or not."

Xu Xiangbei quickly maneuvered, dodging Lei Zhenrong’s cane, and caught his wrist, feeling it burning hot. Even though the pulse was strong, it was erratic, resembling a terminal illness.

"Let go of me."

Lei Zhenrong threw a punch, and Xu Xiangbei blocked it with his palm. A massive force knocked Xu Xiangbei back several steps. The man’s strength was indeed impressive, but as long as Xu Xiangbei avoided direct confrontation and leveraged light gains against heavy attacks, he had nothing to worry about.

Boom, another punch came, and Xu Xiangbei caught Lei Zhenrong’s wrist again, saying, "Every punch you throw costs you a month of life. Your whole strength derives from consuming your life force."

Xu Xiangbei’s fingers lightly touched Lei Zhenrong’s wrist, a thread of ice-cold Inner Strength entering his pulse.

Lei Zhenrong suddenly felt his limbs stiffening, shrinking like a deflated balloon, the extreme swelling strength gradually fading. The helpless, sore, feeble feeling returned, occupying his heart.

Trembling, shivering lips, "What, what did you do to me?"

Xu Xiangbei grinned mischievously, "I told you, don’t get angry, being angry harms your health. You thought I was harming you? Wrong. I’m restoring your health, otherwise, you wouldn’t live till the end of the year."

Lei Zhenrong couldn’t believe it, gritting his teeth in hatred, "Utter nonsense."

With a thud, Lei Zhenrong got too agitated and accidentally fell to the ground. Without his cane, he couldn’t move an inch.

Xu Xiangbei smiled kindly, "You, your drug seems to empower you, but it’s an illusion, overdrawing your life force. I’m sealing your meridians for your own good. You’re like a dog biting Lv Dongbin, not recognizing kindness."