Strange Rules: It doesn't matter, the system will take care of it.

A crisp snapping sound.

Like unscrewing a bottle of soda, Lone Wolf easily snapped off the head of the Poison Gas Master.

"Is it that simple?"

Chen Feng warned Lone Wolf to be careful, as the Poison Gas Master might be faking his death, preparing to ambush them.

Ying scanned him with the instrument: "His prosthetic body has stopped functioning."

Chen Feng was still worried: "Perhaps he can be resurrected through superpowers."

Lone Wolf stepped forward and examined him: "The superpower reaction within him has also disappeared."

Chen Feng was still uneasy: "Maybe it will be resurrected through the soul, maybe this is just a clone, maybe it has resurrection items on it."

As they were talking.

The Great Benevolent System suddenly notified you: [You used vigilante justice to kill the Yellow-level criminal Poison Gas Master, therefore you are ineligible for Hero Rank advancement and merit rewards.]

Is he really dead?

Chen Feng suddenly realized that this was not Cihang, and not all enemies could be resurrected.

But for a powerful expert from a powerful city to die like that is just too pathetic.

Chen Feng couldn't help but complain, "Is he really a Class A criminal?"

Looking at the police department's records, he said, "Yes, four years ago, he used his superpowers to release a deadly gas covering 1300 square kilometers in District 16, causing one million casualties, including members of the Mantis Gang and the Green-level criminal Thirty-Seven."

"Destroying a city in one fell swoop sounds impressive, so how come he died just from having his neck broken?"

Such a high attack and low defense.

This reminded Chen Feng of an anime character called "Homeless Emperor": a homeless man blessed by the gods who could unleash energy orbs that could destroy cities or countries, leaving street-level opponents utterly defeated.

However, the Homeless Emperor has a weakness: his physical abilities are the same as those of an ordinary person. In other words, if he is not careful, he may be killed by the aftershock of his own attack. In the event of a sneak attack, a bottle of poison can kill this powerful figure who has destroyed a city or country.

Therefore, compared to the city level, where as long as the attack power reaches the level of "city blasting", Cihang's hexagonal rating is more stable.

Chen Feng even had a bold prediction: that a single-target explosion in the city might not be able to defeat Cihang's hexagonal building explosion in actual combat.

The second lesson of Compassionate Journey: Don't neglect any subject!

Chen Feng walked up to Chef Hong and said, "Kneel down. I have a request for you."

Uncle Hong said calmly, "My darling, so you're a hero? Do you know how immoral this is?"

Chen Feng pointed to the meat on the plate and said sarcastically, "You really don't know how to behave like a human being."

Uncle Hong said calmly, "You might have misunderstood. Those guys from the Fly Gang have extremely poor hygiene. How could I possibly buy my goods from them?"

Chen Feng said, "Oh, you're not going to say that this is actually rabbit meat and pork, are you?"

Uncle Hong said, "These are all poor people who are about to be killed by the city. I gave them money and obtained natural meat without any synthetic technology. In return, their sacrifice gave their families hope to live. I call it a win-win situation."

Chen Fengqi laughed: "You're quite proud of yourself. What? Should I give you an award?"

"Killing someone who was going to die to save a family, isn't that worthy of an award?" Uncle Hong retorted, bursting into laughter. His laughter was wild, joyful, and heartfelt, filling the entire restaurant. "Killing me will only starve more people. Your justice cannot judge me."

Chen Feng was stunned, because he realized that Uncle Hong really thought he was doing a good deed.

Indeed, Lao Tzu's justice cannot judge you.

But Lao Tzu's shoes are okay.

Chen Feng stomped on Uncle Hong's leg and broke it: "I already noticed. You're a natural person without a prosthetic body, right? Still smug?"

Even with blood gushing out, Chen Feng still didn't see any fear on Uncle Hong's face.

"A prosthetic body will affect my sense of smell and taste, which will lower the quality of my cooking. Of course I won't pretend." Uncle Hong raised his head. "I lost. You can torture me all you want, but you can't expect me to do anything for you."

broken.

This guy realized we needed his help.

While Chen Feng was troubled.

Lone Wolf suggested, "Give me some time, I'll go find a set of torture instruments for interrogation."

No.

Chen Feng shook his head: "This guy's leg was broken, but he didn't even blink. Violence is useless against this kind of ruthless person."

Therefore, we need to think of other solutions.

Chen Feng, on a sudden inspiration, said to Uncle Hong, "How about we make a bet?"

"What kind of bet?"

"I'll recommend a dish that no one has ever made before. If this dish impresses you, you'll do me a favor. If it's not good enough, I promise I won't kill you. How about it?"

Uncle Hong saw right through it: "Then have someone else kill me? I learned that kind of trick in elementary school."

Although the city isn't as sinister as Cihang, it's still quite wicked.

Undeterred by his ulterior motives being exposed, Chen Feng asked, "Aren't you curious about what dish I'm going to talk about?"

Uncle Hong's interest was piqued: "Okay, I agree."

Chen Feng began by saying, "First, you need to transform yourself into a cybernetic human."

Uncle Hong looked bored: "I already said, I won't be getting any prosthetics."

Chen Feng interrupted, "Wait, I'll finish. If you transform yourself into a cybernetic body, your flesh will remain, right?"

Uncle Hong immediately understood: "What do you mean?"

Chen Feng tempted him, "You will be the first chef in the world to turn yourself into a dish, and the first chef to taste yourself."

Uncle Hong's eyes lit up: "Genius!"

Chen Feng instructed Ying to plant a remote-controlled bomb on Uncle Hong: "But if you don't agree to my request, I'll blow you up, and then you won't be able to complete this most amazing dish in the world."

For the first time, Uncle Hong showed a look of fear: "How could this be? You can't do this!"

Get it done.

Looking at the blood-soaked restaurant, Chen Feng instructed, "If the supervisor of Mechanical Heavy Industry finds out about this, we're finished. Here's what we'll do: go and start a fire, and light it wherever it's burning."

Shadow: "Received."

Lone Wolf: "Received."

Madman: "Roger that."

If we fake a fire, everything should be fine.

Just as Chen Feng was about to breathe a sigh of relief, he suddenly paused, looking at the head of the Tenth Section: "Wait, when did you arrive?"

The madman stammered, "I...I...I'll go wherever I want."

Lone Wolf quickly explained, "Boss, don't misunderstand. Little Madman can't control his spatial superpowers, so he doesn't know where he'll appear next."

This superpower is interesting.

After resolving Uncle Hong's matter, Chen Feng and the others began to wait for the weekend to arrive.

During this time, Chen Feng and the sorcerer found a professional tattoo artist and took the time to have a pigment procedure done.

Thanks to Mr. Oddball's second improvement, the superior pigment surgery, which originally could only enhance attack power, can now also enhance defense and speed to the level of a city-destroying level.

Chen Feng was astonished: "They've used technology for thousands of years, and you've improved it in a single day?"

Mr. Weird gave a peace sign: "I've already said, for any biological technology-related issues, feel free to contact me, no problem."