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The already seriously injured Russell was no match for the two men. He was forced to retreat repeatedly by their katana. He didn't know how many swords he had taken, but as time went by, his wounds were rapidly healing.

Russell was getting increasingly anxious as the two men dragged him along.

Kayans led dozens of commandos over, and he could hardly believe his eyes. Russell was not only alive but also fighting fiercely with two others.

He shouted excitedly: "Russell, hold on, fire!"

The commandos fired wildly at the two men, killing them instantly without warning.

"How are you?" Kayans asked anxiously, helping Russell, who was kneeling on the ground.

Russell took a deep breath and said, "I'm fine, you don't need to worry about me. I'm going to chase after that assassin and rescue Master Wayne."

As he was speaking, Russell tried to stand up, but he lost his balance and fell to the ground.

“The situation here is beyond our control now; our mission has failed,” Kayans said, shaking his head.

He knew perfectly well that once Young Master Wayne left the building, he could never be brought back.

Russell shook his head and said: I must save him.

Then Russell stood up and walked step by step into the hive city.

Kayans watched Russell's retreating figure, unsure of what to do. He truly had no way to stop Russell now; following him wouldn't be of much use, so it was better to just let him go.

"Sir, should we go after the lieutenant?" a commando asked Kayans.

Kayans shook his head and said: No need, he knows what he's doing, let's go back!

At first, Russell walked very slowly, but gradually he walked faster and faster until he started sprinting.

People looked at Russell with curiosity, wondering what this burly man was doing.

But Russell chased after the assassin for a long time without finding him. Standing alone on the street, he didn't know what to do.

"Has it really failed like this?" Russell murmured.

After thinking for a long time, Russell still decided to search the hive world alone. In short, he had to rescue Master Wayne.

…………

Although the city was chaotic and full of violence, it was also full of entertainment venues, most of which were controlled by organized crime.

The nightclub was filled with deafening music, and young girls, half-naked, writhed in the center of the dance floor, twisting and turning like snakes.

The dance floor was filled with men and women awkwardly dancing, many of whom were on drugs; their purpose in coming here was simply to have fun.

A giant draped in black robes walked in from outside. Two nightclub security guards tried to stop him, but Russell roared: Get out of the way.

Although the two security guards were also quite burly, they paled in comparison to Russell.

"What are you doing here?" a security guard asked.

“I want to find your boss!” Russell said bluntly.

"Hmph, big guy, I advise you to leave here as soon as possible. Don't cause trouble here, or you'll die a horrible death," another security guard threatened.

Russell smiled slightly and said: So you're not going to give way?

"Get out of there...!" Before the security guard could finish speaking, Russell grabbed his chest, lifted him over his head, and threw him far away, where he slammed him against the wooden door.

Another security guard tried to rush over and punch Russell in the stomach.

After a loud thud, the security guard let out a scream; his punch felt like it had hit a rock.

Russell swung his hand and slapped him so hard he flew away.

Hearing the screams outside, the security guards inside the nightclub immediately led more than twenty gang members dressed in black out of the club.

"What's going on?" the squad leader roared.

The security guard covered his hand and said, "It's this big guy. He wants to see our boss."

The squad leader glanced at Russell and was momentarily stunned, thinking to himself, "This guy is really strong!"

"What do you want with our boss?" the underling asked.

"It's not convenient for me to tell you that." Russell didn't want to waste his breath on these scumbags.

The leader sneered: "No matter what you do now, since you dare to cause trouble here, I'll teach you a lesson first."

More than twenty burly men rushed forward.

Russell twisted his neck and sneered: Today I'll let you taste my fist.

After saying that, Russell leaped up and delivered a Superman punch to the tallest gang member.

With a loud thud, Russell punched the nearly two-meter-tall man, sending him flying and knocking down several people behind him.

These men looked fat and big-eared, but they weren't strong at all. They were no match for Russell, who quickly knocked all twenty-odd strong men to the ground.

After dealing with these people, Russell strode towards the leader, who tried to escape but Russell grabbed him by the collar and lifted him up.

"Am I even qualified to see your boss?" Russell asked with a sneer.

The foreman quickly replied with a fawning smile: "Of course I'm qualified..."

While he was speaking, this guy actually made a move, drawing a dagger from his waist and suddenly stabbing it into Russell's chest.

His subtle movements naturally did not escape Russell's notice, but Russell did not care and let his dagger pierce his chest, the composite plate armor easily blocking the stab.

"You're asking for it!" Russell roared, slamming the henchman heavily to the ground.

Then Russell ignored the small fry and barged into the nightclub.

Several security guards wielding baseball bats are on their way.

Russell kicked the dance floor bar into pieces, then took out the Fire Kirin and fired wildly at the ceiling.

Laser beams struck the ceiling, causing countless fragments to fall and the people in the dance floor to panic and scatter in all directions.

Soon, the nightclub was deserted of loiterers, with only countless security guards wielding baseball bats.

At this moment, the security guards were dumbfounded because they saw that the giant was carrying a high-tech weapon such as a laser gun. They knew that his identity must be extraordinary, so they dared not make any more moves.

The nightclub boss was finally forced to reveal himself.

This is a middle-aged man whose face is covered with tattoos on one side.

"Who are you?" the gang leader asked curiously.

“I am a member of the Star Guard!” Russell answered bluntly.

The gang leader was startled; he had certainly heard of the Star Guard's formidable reputation.

"Sir... what brings you here today?"

Russell put away his laser gun and said, "There's something I'd like to ask you about."

"What's wrong? Just say it, sir. Why smash this place to pieces?" the gang leader complained bitterly.

"I don't think you're a good person. You must have done a lot of bad things. This is just a simple lesson for you."

The gang leader nodded repeatedly and said, "You've taught me a good lesson, sir."