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"You're threatening me? Sorry, I don't respond to threats." Le Kai sensed not the slightest goodwill from the three men. In other words, given any opportunity, they would kill him without a moment's hesitation. Le Kai never let those who wanted him dead get off easy—if not for the fact that this was the city government building and killing a dignitary's guards would bring trouble, why would he waste words with them?

"Kid, be smart and release the captain, or even the mayor won't be able to save your life!"

The fierce-looking giant stood a full two meters tall, muscles bulging from every limb—clearly a strength-type fighter. He hoisted an absurdly oversized firearm, its barrel as wide as a rice bowl, aimed directly at Le Kai and the Gun God. If not for the hostage in the other's grasp, he'd blast this infuriating brat into dust with a single shot.

He had already decided: the moment the boy released the Gun God, he'd send him straight to the afterlife. The Blue Shark Team's glory was not to be defiled.

But how could such naked killing intent be hidden from a man with spiritual power as formidable as Le Kai's?

Le Kai said nothing. The faint red mist around his hand suddenly shifted, his five fingers becoming like red-hot branding irons—terrifying to behold. With a mere squeeze, even a hardened man like the Gun God couldn't suppress a miserable scream, his entire body trembling. These weren't five fingers at all; they were five searing iron rods. That single gentle pinch left a clear brand on his neck, and the smell of seared flesh drifted into the air.

Everyone froze.

Since when had the proud Blue Shark Team ever had its members pinned like helpless chicks?

"The Blue Shark Team has only heroes who die in battle, no prisoners who endure humiliation. Brat, I'll blow you away myself!"

Another member—someone who looked like a strung-out addict, skinny as a rail—bellowed and lunged forward.

"Shut up! All of you, quiet! Do you really want the captain to die at the hands of some nobody?" the bespectacled man roared, though his heart was filled with helpless frustration. Someone as impervious to both soft and hard tactics as Le Kai was rare indeed. In the old days, the mere mention of the Blue Shark Team's name was enough to send even a mayor cowering, but this boy before them hadn't even changed his expression. The indifference in his eyes startled even a man who had grown accustomed to bloodshed.

He understood: if they pushed any harder, he would kill the captain like slaughtering a chicken. The certainty was so overwhelming that he had to swallow his pride and lower his stance. He stepped forward and said, "Young friend, calm down. We truly mean no harm. See? I've tossed my gun away. You should feel safe now!" Finishing, he shot the giant and the scarecrow a fierce glare. "You two, throw your guns away too."

The two had no choice but to cast their weapons far aside.

A faint smile tugged at the corner of Le Kai's mouth. It looked cute and charming, but the hardened soldiers knew better than to be fooled by that smile. If this kid were harmless, then the world had gone mad.

"Your sincerity is worth nothing. You call me friend with one hand while secretly preparing to ambush me with the other. I'm embarrassed for you. The Blue Shark Team—is that some name from a children's online game? Given your dishonesty, I have every reason to suspect your motives. Now, behave yourselves and come face the mayor's interrogation!"

The moment the words left his mouth, the three men jolted, their faces turning ugly. The bespectacled man shot the scarecrow a furious glare, and only then did the skinny man reluctantly toss the pistol he'd concealed behind his back, spreading his arms in frustration. "Look! My hands are empty. There's nothing left!"

The giant likewise discarded his pistol, his face heavy with resentment.

Le Kai laughed heartily. "That's more like it!"

But even as the words left his lips, his figure began to dissolve, as if turning to vapor. At the sight, the three cried out in shock. No wonder this brat was so arrogant—he wasn't human at all, he was a monster! They were scanning wildly for his whereabouts when the Gun God shouted desperately: "We're really not bad people! Don't fire!"

The panic and terror in that voice was something these men had never heard from him in their lives. Their hearts seized. Turning, they saw the captain's face contorted with fear, staring at something behind them. In that instant, a bone-deep chill surged up from the soles of their feet, freezing their limbs and pouring cold sweat down their backs. Men who walked the razor's edge of life and death could sense that intangible thing called killing intent. Though formless and invisible, to a master's eyes, it was as real as the ground beneath them. At that moment, all of them felt the terrible pressure bearing down.

There stood Le Kai's small frame, hefting the giant's preposterous weapon, the bowl-sized muzzle trained on all four of them. Though there was only one barrel, each man felt with uncanny certainty that he, individually, was locked in its sights. None of them could be sure of crossing thirty meters in a tenth of a second.

Because this "magnetic cannon" had an effective kill zone of exactly thirty meters. If it fired, everything in that forward thirty-meter arc would be vaporized.

Despite his youth, with the strength of a Temple-level martial artist at eight thousand Anke, lifting such a weapon was effortless for Le Kai. He'd sensed its power the moment he saw it. The instant they'd all discarded their firearms, he'd used the Unity Step to claim the magnetic cannon for himself. Seeing the ashen faces of the four men, he knew his judgment had been right.

"This thing looks pretty slick and intimidating. I wonder how it performs. Want me to test it out?"

Le Kai mused aloud, nearly scaring the four men out of their wits. Damn it, if you test it, do any of us have a chance of surviving?!

"Don't get excited! Steady, steady! We're really not bad people—no hostile intentions!" The Gun God felt on the verge of tears. This was the unluckiest day of his life: first defeated and captured by a kid, and now forced to grovel. Clearly, this boy knew nothing about firearms. If he genuinely wanted to test it, wouldn't they all die completely unjustly?

Le Kai tilted his head innocently, scrutinizing the four, then said at last: "I think the big guy looks pretty solid. How about I try it on you?"

The two-meter giant nearly crumpled at those words, his face pale as paper. "Young brother, please, don't be impulsive! This is a magnetic cannon. One shot and everything within thirty meters is blasted to nothing. It's an anti-warship weapon, not a kid's toy! If you fire it, this whole rooftop might be destroyed. We're all friends here—jokes are fine, but there's no need to fight to the death."

The giant harbored no doubt that Le Kai's words were anything but a joke. The boy looked innocent enough, but the killing intent radiating from him was far denser than what these battle-hardened operatives who'd lived on the edge of death had ever felt. And the indifference in his eyes—it convinced you he didn't care in the slightest about anyone's life.

This kid was a demon!

That was the unanimous verdict of the special-operations team.