Miracle Farmer with Special Abilities

As soon as Zhang Bin entered the bathroom, he quickly changed his appearance and slipped into a different set of clothes. While Changdao Sheng was busy breaking through the wall and drawing the attention of the Hell Organization, Zhang Bin used his Wall-Piercing Ability to effortlessly pass through the wall and blend in with the enemy.

Although these men were powerful, they were too preoccupied with attacking Changdao Sheng to notice that someone had infiltrated their ranks. Zhang Bin joined the chaos, rushing into the restroom alongside them. He didn't hurry to leave, because walking out would mean being seen by the Hell Organization, which might give him away.

He put on an extremely angry expression, rushed forward, and kicked Changdao Sheng hard in the chin. "This bastard not only deceived us," he said furiously, "but it's also because of him that Edward's leg was broken!"

He had, of course, altered his accent. His English was so fluent and authentic that no one suspected he was Zhang Bin. After all, as a man from China, it was impossible for his English to be that good. Furthermore, about half the members of the Hell Organization present were yellow-skinned, so Zhang Bin blended in without standing out in the slightest. However, if he hadn't mastered such fluent English, he would have been exposed immediately.

Knowledge is power, Zhang Bin sighed to himself. Today, I finally understand the truth of that statement.

"That's right! It's this bastard who caused our Boss, Edward, to break his leg! Beat him to death!"

"Beat him, beat him up!"

The Hell Organization experts all became furious, yelling madly as they rained fists and kicks down on Changdao Sheng.

As Changdao Sheng screamed in agony, he grumbled to himself, Zhang Bin is a bastard, but he wasn't lying. Edward really is taking his anger out on me. I'm going to be beaten to death today.

"Stop hitting him! Any more and he'll really die! Take him to the Boss for punishment," Bald Cook shouted. "Everyone else, get going! We must catch Zhang Bin. He certainly hasn't gotten very far."

"Yes, yes, let's catch Zhang Bin first," Zhang Bin said, feigning a sudden realization. "Brothers, follow me!"

Instantly, the numerous members of the Hell Organization rushed out, following Zhang Bin without the slightest suspicion that the man leading them was their target. They couldn't have dreamed that Zhang Bin would be audacious enough to impersonate one of their own.

Damn it… I'm the one in charge here! Who is that guy? Does he dare to usurp my authority? Bald Cook fumed, dragging the barely-breathing Changdao Sheng as he gave chase.

He then saw all the Hell Organization members dispersing in all directions, rushing out of the stadium under Zhang Bin's command. He froze, unsure of where to go. There was no single target to follow, and he couldn't very well stop his brothers from searching this way. He knew the men's and women's restrooms were empty; Zhang Bin had definitely escaped the building.

So, he chased furiously after Zhang Bin and soon caught up. "You bastard, who are you?" he yelled. "Who put you in charge?"

Zhang Bin turned around, feigning utter surprise. "I'm Edward's cousin, Diguli. Cook, you don't recognize me?"

Edward did indeed have a cousin named Diguli, but he was still in school. Cook had never actually met him. A look of delighted surprise appeared on his face. "So you're Diguli! No, wait, how can Diguli be Asian?"

But before he could voice his doubt, Zhang Bin's hand flipped. With a flash of cold light, a Bamboo Sword stabbed into Cook's chest like a bolt of lightning.

Bald Cook was a very powerful SS-level Psychic. He managed to grab the Bamboo Sword, stopping it from penetrating deeper. Unfortunately, he suddenly felt something grab and squeeze his testicles. The intense pain rendered him powerless. He could no longer hold onto the Bamboo Sword as it plunged deep into his heart.

"So it was you... you... you're Zhang Bin... I-I'm so stupid..."

Cook's face was a mask of resentment and regret. With a tilt of his head, he breathed his last. Cook, the feared SS-level Psychic known as the Bald Butcher who had killed hundreds, perhaps thousands, in his lifetime, had died so inexplicably at the hands of Zhang Bin.

BANG…

His body collapsed to the ground like a log. Not a single member of the Hell Organization saw it happen; they were all still chasing after the imaginary Zhang Bin.

The only person who witnessed it was Changdao Sheng. His face was etched with shock and horror. He never would have dreamed that this man was Zhang Bin.

Zhang Bin sheathed his Sword, grabbed Changdao Sheng, and smeared his body with Cook's blood. "Changdao Sheng," he sneered, "you've got some nerve. Cook was just taking you to see our Boss, yet you killed him? Are you trying to declare war on the Hell Organization?"

"You... you... you're so vicious!"

Changdao Sheng stared, his eyes wide with a mixture of terror and furious despair. When Cook was taking him to see Edward, he still had a glimmer of hope for survival. But now that Zhang Bin had killed Cook and framed him for the murder, his path had run out.

"Help! Someone help! Changdao Sheng killed Cook!" Zhang Bin yelled, feigning absolute terror. At the same time, he tossed a Dagger into the pool of blood.

THUD, THUD, THUD…

Several Hell Organization members who were still searching nearby rushed over in alarm. The scene that greeted them sent them into a rage. They swarmed forward, pummeling Changdao Sheng with a rain of blows.

"AAAAHHH! It wasn't me! It wasn't me!" Changdao Sheng screamed, but before he could tell the truth, one of the members stomped on his head, crushing it. Brains and blood splattered everywhere.

Changdao Sheng, the Island Nation's King of Gamblers and a powerful SS-level Psychic, had foolishly chosen to cross Zhang Bin, only to be toyed with until his brutal end.

Zhang Bin sneered inwardly. You dared to humiliate me and conspire with Buck and Edward to kill me. This is what you get.

"Cook! Cook! You didn't deserve to die like this!" several members cried out in sorrow.

"We should take their bodies back and report to the Boss," Zhang Bin suggested with a sigh. "Maybe... maybe Cook can still be saved."

And so, they found a vehicle and loaded the two bodies inside before driving toward a high-end hospital in America. They didn't suspect Zhang Bin at all. He could call them by name, knew their habits and hobbies, and even knew the names of their lovers. This was, of course, all thanks to Tutu, who had easily dug up detailed information on all of them.

Zhang Bin had mastered the terrifying Wall-Piercing Ability and was an expert in both evasion and assassination. Coupled with Tutu's remarkable data collection, capturing him was a truly daunting task for the Hell Organization.

Edward, Buck, I wonder... are you prepared to die? I, Zhang Bin, am coming to kill you now. An exceptionally evil smile crept onto Zhang Bin's face.