When Jack Spencer recalled the guy who almost killed him, and the contempt in his eyes when he cut off his right arm, his newly installed metal prosthetic couldn't help but clench tightly.

He had stabbed a huge hole in his own stomach and chopped his arm into three pieces—there was no way this was just going to be let go.

“Bald guy? There are tons of bald guys in the metropolis. Any other distinguishing features?”

“Yes, he has an inverted cross brand below his neck.”

“Satan boy? That gang seems to be in the Teutonic District. I really don’t hang out there. Oh? Wait, someone in my livestream knows.”

Paul Harris lowered his head slightly and started reading the messages in his livestream. “That guy’s name is Chloe, a small-time leader in the Satan gang, in charge of about a dozen people. I heard his mimicry disguise is military-grade—seriously badass.”

“Really? Thanks for the info.” Jack Spencer silently memorized this information, planning to settle the score later.

“Oh?!” Paul suddenly got excited while looking at the screen. “Thanks to Chloe for sending a D-rocket! Thank you, thank you!”

The next moment, Jack Spencer saw a flash before his eyes—something was flying toward them at high speed from a distance.

Jack Spencer instinctively raised his hand, firing a red-tipped shell from his palm. It collided with the incoming object, and the intense explosion blast sent all three of them flying.

Soaked and spitting out dirty water, {宋6pus} lifted his head and started cursing at his livestream. “Fuck! You son of a bitch, you actually sent a real one!”

When Jack Spencer gritted his teeth and managed to stand up again, he saw a group of people slowly surrounding them through the rain, led by the same bald guy who had tried to kill him before.

Right now, his face was full of hostility. He raised his gun and pointed it straight at Jack Spencer's head. “Fuck your mother! I heard you were asking about me in some dumbass’s livestream? What, looking for revenge? Who the hell do you think you are?”

It was obvious he had tracked them down through {宋6pus}'s livestream.

“Damn it!” At this point, Jack Spencer was about to lose it and immediately pulled the trigger at the bald guy.

As he fired, he roared, “Can’t you people take your shootouts seriously? Why are you all still watching livestreams at a time like this?!”

“Fuck you, who are you to tell me what to do? I’ll watch whatever I want! I’ll watch porn while I kill you!” A grenade arced toward Jack Spencer.

Chapter 9: System

Seeing the grenade flying through the air, Jack Spencer quickly raised his hand and shot it out of the sky.

“Fuck your mother!” Brian Carter greeted him in the local style.

But soon, the hail of bullets forced them into cover—the other side had at least a dozen people.

At this moment, {宋6pus} said smugly, “How about it, bro? My prosthetic’s pretty good, right? Fully functional, company direct sale, comes with built-in aim assist!”

As soon as he finished, he looked down at the screen again. “If anyone in the livestream is interested, click the D-link below to buy. Enter my name {宋6pus} for a 5% discount!!”

“We’re about to die! And you’re still selling stuff?! Turn off the livestream! They found us because of your damn stream!” At this moment, Jack Spencer had a new understanding of what Brian Carter said before—these guys really were a bunch of lunatics.

Just then, Jack Spencer suddenly noticed something terrifying: there was no bald guy among the distant crowd—everyone had hair!

The next second, he instantly felt a numbness on his back, and the memory of being stabbed through the stomach flashed through his mind.

Some lessons, you only need to learn once to remember for life. Jack Spencer dove forward, dodging the attack from behind.

Without any hesitation, he spun around and fired a shot, but the shell didn’t detonate immediately—it kept flying toward the storm clouds above. The bald guy had gone invisible again.

It looked like he’d dodged a bullet for now, but Jack Spencer knew it was just an illusion. The enemies in the distance had already flanked them and blocked every escape route!

This time was clearly different from before—the bald guy had brought people specifically to deal with them, and there was no one else around to get caught in the crossfire.

“Fuck! Why is it so hard just to stay alive?!” At this moment, Jack Spencer started to feel his wounds aching again.

“Screw it! Let’s fight!” Jack Spencer gritted his teeth, stood up from cover, and fired directly at someone nearby.

With his furious roar, the bullet tore the enemy’s neck in half.

Before he could catch his breath, a blur shot toward Jack Spencer at lightning speed. Jack Spencer raised his hand and blasted the attacker to pieces.

The next moment, an electrified blade sprang from Jack Spencer's forearm, clashing fiercely with a blade thrust from the air, sending sparks flying.

But just as they were locked in a stalemate, the opponent’s finger suddenly snapped up, firing a bullet that struck Jack Spencer.

But Jack Spencer didn’t dodge at all—he raised his left hand and fired back at the bald guy.

Bullets flew, flesh and blood splattered, and finally the bald guy decided not to go down with Jack Spencer, quickly retreating into the rain and vanishing.

“Hahaha! Awesome, man, where did you used to run with?”