Trembling At A High Altitude

Wang Benhao began to train everyone in combat skills.

Li Teng, whose close combat skills had long reached the Transformative Realm, could clearly see that Wang Benhao had no real intention of teaching them. He was finding pleasure in beating them up.

He even had the seven of them fight each other, laughing out loud as he watched their battered faces, bruised and swollen.

Li Teng was the one whom Wang Benhao paid special attention to. In the training, what Wang Benhao enjoyed most was using Li Teng as his sparring partner, actually his punching bag, while imparting so-called fighting techniques to the other six.

Time and time again, Li Teng was knocked to the ground, and time after time Wang Benhao called out for him to stand up.

He couldn't fight back.

The mindset of the members within this evil organization was already extremely twisted.

...

At ten o'clock in the evening.

The seven bruised individuals returned to their dormitory.

Without bathing or cleaning up, each one of them laid down on their respective beds.

Once he stopped moving, Li Teng finally brought up the virtual interface of the Death God APP.

He hardly dared to check the hacking progress, worried that he would be disappointed after seeing it.

Fearing he might see something like three hundred years, or nine hundred years that would lead him directly into despair.

But this time, the Death God APP did not disappoint him.

The APP had accelerated the decryption of the biological bomb's underlying encrypted data! In just one day, the progress bar shot up to thirty-seven percent!

The APP did not specify a precise time as to when it would be fully cracked.

It seemed that the decryption progress was not steady and uniform, but had jumps, possibly getting stuck for long periods but also potentially making sudden large leaps.

The fact that it was still progressing was a good sign.

During this period, he had to endure in secret.

...

The next day, training continued as usual.

In the morning, it was firearms training, led by a shooting instructor.

Misfire, and you would receive a kick to the backside.

Li Teng could now hit the target with any careless shot, but he chose to calculate an average based on the others' performance, and then intentionally miss.

And so, he was kicked repeatedly.

In the afternoon they ran, and in the evening they fought.

Continuing to suffer various forms of abuse and humiliation.

But all these things were child's play to Li Teng.

Hardly worth mentioning.

In the long fifty-three years of his life, half of it was spent enduring all sorts of pain.

The Death God APP continued its rapid progress today, moving the progress bar up to seventy-nine percent.

It looked like there was a great chance to deal with the bomb tomorrow.

...

On the third day, in the afternoon, instead of being sent to the training field, Li Teng and the other six were assigned a mission.

According to the officer, the Rebels had breached into a district of the Film and Television City, and both sides' regular forces were fighting in one of the cities.

The mission for the seven men was to ride a transport helicopter to the frontline as reinforcements.

But in the end, the seven were not sent to the frontline, but to a family quarter of the Film and Television City that was unguarded.

Li Teng found it strange that even though various black technologies were prevalent, the war was still being fought with guns.

He took a moment to check the Death God APP's decryption progress, which had slowed down today, having only advanced to eighty-three percent.

After getting off the helicopter, the seven of them entered the family quarter.

This was not war; it was a massacre.

They had no choice but to obey orders.

Li Teng felt that this place couldn't possibly be Film and Television City.

He seriously doubted that this was the world he had originally been in.

Had the original world really entered the apocalypse already? Looking at this scene of war and destruction, it really wasn't any different from the apocalypse.

The Rebels were deceiving them.

Were they attacking human cities with the objective of looting resources?

No one answered Li Teng's question.

Seven people, like seven killing machines, numbly slaughtered others until not a single person was left alive in the entire area. Only then did they board the helicopter again and were sent back to the base.

...

That evening, after dining in the mess hall, the sergeant led the seven of them out when a man and a woman in uniform walked in from outside the mess hall.

From the uniforms they wore, they were at officer level within the Rebels.

"Stop." The man suddenly reached out to stop the group.

The man's name was Zheng Junzhe, very handsome, the younger son of the Leader of this Rebel Base, and the woman next to him was his girlfriend, Qin Jingyu.

"Young Master Zheng, do you have any instructions?" the sergeant asked, stepping forward with a very respectful salute.

"He's so handsome! Is he new here? I've never seen him before." Zheng Junzhe sized up Li Teng, giving Li Teng a very bad premonition. Could it be that this man had such a preference?

To be sodomized or to have his face trampled were bearable, but if that happened, it would far exceed his bottom line!

Isn't this too damn abusive?

"Yes, a new batch of goods," the sergeant replied to the man.

"I want his face. Tomorrow, send him to the infirmary and transplant his face onto mine, I want to change my current face," Zheng Junzhe requested of the sergeant.

"Yes, Young Master Zheng, when would you be available tomorrow?" the sergeant asked Zheng Junzhe obsequiously.

"Around ten o'clock tomorrow morning, I guess," Zheng Junzhe thought about it and replied to the sergeant.

"This face is good. I've grown tired of your current one, really hope this face can be transplanted onto yours soon." Qin Jingyu eyed Li Teng's face, obviously captivated by Li Teng's handsome features.

"You little tease! I knew you'd like this type! Fine, I'll use this face to please you to death tomorrow night!" Zheng Junzhe playfully pinched Qin Jingyu's cheek.

"I want it! I want it! Hahahaha…" Qin Jingyu laughed flirtatiously, her mind already picturing intimate scenes with Li Teng's handsome face.

Li Teng felt as if there were ten thousand galloping horses in his heart.

Could such a thing really exist in this world?

To fancy someone's face, and then to surgically remove it and affix it to your own?

Isn't that completely without any scruples?

However, it wasn't surprising. The medical technology in this base might not compare with Film and Television City, but it was still quite advanced.

Wounds on their bodies could heal quickly with the application of some medicine.

If the surgery to transplant his face onto this man's face was followed by medicine, by evening the wounds would barely be visible, and they might have already solved the medical challenge of graft rejection. It's not strange that this kind of practice would be popular.

Li Teng guessed that the current face on this man might have been snatched from someone else.

But now the biggest problem was...

My handsome face is merely a result of skin effects.

My real face, that 78-year-old skin, do you really want it?

Do you want to scare yourself to death when looking in the mirror?

After Zheng Junzhe and Qin Jingyu pinched Li Teng's face once again, they turned around and left with satisfaction.

...

After the evening's combat training, the seven returned to their dormitory.

Li Teng lay on his bed and opened the Death God APP once again.

The progress bar had been pulled up to ninety-three percent.

Just seven more points and he could get rid of the biological bomb implanted in his head.

The days of being beaten and humiliated were about to end.

It was time for them to feel Uncle Li's wrath.