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Yang Chen snorted coldly, "Whether you're careless or not doesn't matter, what matters is how many times your life can withstand your carelessness? Fortunately, today we're facing just some small fries with no combat skills or instincts. If they'd had a bit of training, you would've been finished already!"

Zhao Shisan lowered his head, looking ashamed.

He glanced up at Yang Chen and asked, "Uh... boss... aren't you becoming a target just by standing here?"

Hearing this, Yang Chen chuckled coldly and said lightly, "These small fries won't be able to kill me!"

It wasn't arrogance on Yang Chen's part; Zhao Shisan simply had no idea what Yang Chen was seeing.

At first glance at the villa, Yang Chen could immediately analyze the approximate area and layout of the house.

From the angles of the windows and the separated levels, he could discern the approximate locations and angles inside the house.

Furthermore, what Yang Chen saw first were several people standing at the windows.

For example, at the window on the left side of the door, there was someone holding a handgun aimed at him.

But the aiming angle couldn't hit Yang Chen.

Next to this man, there was someone else holding a machete, occasionally peeking his head to take a look.

On the second floor, there were two people watching Yang Chen, both holding guns, but they couldn't aim at him either.

Therefore, Yang Chen was confident he could dodge in an instant the moment they fired and counterattack, eliminating the few people at the window.

"You wait here, I'll go in and see what's going on." With that, Yang Chen strode towards the building.

Zhao Shisan's eyes widened, and he wanted to stop him, but it was too late.

"Boss! What are you doing! Don't be reckless!" Zhao Shisan called out in a low voice.

He was terrified, thinking, wasn't this just walking into a death trap?

How was this different from being a human target?

...

Upstairs.

A few people watched as Yang Chen walked over, completely baffled.

"Damn! Is this guy crazy?"

"Is he looking for death?"

"What's the situation?"

"Isn't he coming to make peace?"

"Has anyone seen this guy before?"

"No, never seen him before!"

"Do we shoot or not?"

"He's almost here!"

"Damn! Who's gonna do it?"

"He's almost at the door!"

The group watched Yang Chen striding confidently forward, and they panicked.

...

At first glance, it seemed like Yang Chen was walking boldly forward, like marching heroically toward death. But if you observed closely, you'd find the direction and distance of his every step were different, even with some lateral movement.

Why?

Because Yang Chen's eyes were constantly focused on the gun barrels at the windows.

He was human, not a god; bullets hitting him would cause injury, and getting hit in a vital area could be fatal.

He dared to do this purely because of his high skill and daring.

Back then, when he was training his recruits, there was a specific subject focused on moving and evading shooting.

It involved moving quickly and predicting where the enemy intended to shoot from a distance, using super-fast reaction speed to evade.

According to Yang Chen's standards, a reaction speed of 0.1 seconds was passing; anything over 0.1 seconds was failing. Under his requirements or experimental activities, it was mostly above this standard, but with certain special training, it was entirely possible to reach a reaction speed of 0.1 seconds.

But Yang Chen's requirement was less than 0.1 seconds!

And Yang Chen himself tested with a reaction speed of 0.06 seconds.

Other team members could generally reach 0.09 seconds or even less, but none could surpass Yang Chen.

The purpose of Yang Chen's training program was to move before the enemy could react, pressing the trigger, so your speed must be faster. Before the enemy pulls the trigger, you've already moved, making it impossible for them to hit you!

Therefore, Yang Chen dared to take risks, which was the confidence of a highly skilled fighter.

For these small fries, a reaction time of 0.15 seconds was already commendable, so Yang Chen had no need to worry too much.

...

"Shoot!"

"Why is no one shooting!"

Inside the villa, a group of people shouted loudly, becoming chaotic.

"We came here to kill Ba Yu, not him!"

"We don't even know who this person is, nor why he's here, how can we act?"

"Yeah!"

Someone with a hot temper shouted, "Damn it, if you guys don't dare to act, I will!"

With that, this person aimed at the window and fired several shots at Yang Chen.

Bang bang bang!

The gunshots made everyone's heart jump to their throats.

Zhao Shisan turned his head towards Yang Chen and saw him standing in place, unmoving, which made his heart tighten with anxiety. He got up, preparing to rush over.

Inside the building, Ye Xin glanced at Yang Chen and, seeing three small holes on the ground, couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Yang Chen frowned, looking at the three holes in frustration.

This marksmanship... at this distance... was way too inaccurate!

Those upstairs were equally dumbfounded.

Witnessing this, they couldn't help but start cursing.

"Damn! What kind of shooting is this!"

"This is absurd!"

"They can't even shoot straight!"

"Unbelievable!"

The person who fired became infuriated at the mockery and shouted, "Damn you all, if you have the guts, you try! If you don't dare yourselves, stop blabbering, for God's sake!"

The group couldn't find words against his retort, only a few muttered under their breath in discontent.

At this moment, when they looked towards Yang Chen again, they found he was gone!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Several muffled sounds came from downstairs, startling them.

They exchanged glances, realizing the person from below might have already come.

They confirmed briefly and prepared to head downstairs with their weapons.

But they were already too late.

Yang Chen appeared at the staircase, looking at them coldly.

These people were frightened, retreating step by step.

"Y-You... who are you?"

"How did you get up here?"

"Where are our guys below?"

The shooter from earlier couldn't resist, raising his gun toward Yang Chen.

Bang!

The sound of gunfire startled everyone, causing them to collapse onto the floor.

The man screamed, his gun dropping to the floor, blood spurting from his arm.

Just as he raised his gun, Yang Chen had already shot his hand.

Seeing their disorderly state, Yang Chen shook his head.

Small fries would always be small fries, never becoming a significant threat.

Yang Chen stepped forward, throwing their weapons out the window, and asked, "I ask, you answer!"

Yang Chen spoke in Siamese, very fluently, and they all nodded obediently.

"First question, which faction do you belong to?"

One of them raised his arm, revealing a symbol similar to a cobra, its fangs large and menacing.

Seeing this symbol, a cold gleam flashed in Yang Chen's eyes, killing intent rising.

"Viper!" Yang Chen's voice was as cold as eternal frost, "Are you with the Vipers?"

"Yes! Yes, we just joined the Vipers." replied the few.

Yang Chen thought it made sense, since the Vipers were mostly wiped out by Ye Xin and him earlier, and any new members would likely be novices.

Yang Chen didn't say much more, turning away to head downstairs, leaving behind a group of bewildered people.