Kurt had specifically chosen this time to avoid crowds, but he hadn't expected to witness a shocking scene in the alley the moment he arrived at the entrance.

  When he saw Michael transform into a werewolf, his eyes widened like copper bells.

  The paper bag in his hand nearly fell to the ground, and the drugs inside made a faint rustling sound.

  He hurriedly covered it with his hand, held his breath, and felt his heart pounding wildly.

  “Mon… monster?”

  Kurt’s voice trembled with barely concealed fear.

  A flicker of terror flashed in his eyes, quickly replaced by wild glee and resentment.

  He stared intently at Michael in the alley, a sinister smile curling at the corner of his mouth. He had uncovered a huge secret.

  Sometimes, the very thing you search for everywhere lands right in your lap.

  So he’s a monster! Michael, that loser, no wonder he suddenly became so bold.

  Wait… could this be the reason he’s been acting tough lately?

  Is that why his strength suddenly grew so much?

  Does it have something to do with his transfer to the Western District?

  So he just gained the ability to transform in the past few days?

  Is it connected to the company’s Bio-Science Department?

  In the alley, the battle raged on.

  The rhinoceros man’s horn was only a few centimeters away from Michael’s chest.

  The chilling sensation had already pierced through his clothes and touched his skin.

  Michael could clearly sense the aura of death rushing toward him, as if in the next second, he would be impaled by the horn and lose his life completely.

  Was this the difference?

  Facing the rhinoceros man was not just a matter of psychological disparity.

  This man was a gang leader with abundant real-world combat experience.

  The physical mutation had made ordinary people seem unbearably slow to Michael, but that ease vanished the moment he faced the rhinoceros man.

  His brain worked at high speed, and driven by instinct, he abruptly twisted to the side, reaching out to clutch the rhinoceros man’s neck tightly.

  His claws sank deep into the skin of the rhinoceros man’s neck—a spot he had observed for a long time, the most vulnerable place on the entire body.

  “Seeking death!” roared the rhinoceros man, his voice filled with pain and fury.

  He frantically shook his head, trying to fling Michael off.

  The immense force sent Michael’s body swaying wildly in the air, like a leaf caught in a gale.

  Michael gritted his teeth, letting the horn’s tip slash across his back.

  Blood soaked the already tattered jacket he had torn during his transformation and dyed the fur on his body red.

  His claws dug deeper, and his fingertips touched the warm blood of the rhinoceros man.

  The scent of blood filled the air, stirring the bloodlust within him.

  His consciousness began to blur. The silver of his pupils was increasingly tainted by a blood-red glow.

  His reason felt like a tightly drawn bowstring, ready to snap at any moment.

  That aged voice echoed in his mind once more, this time with a more distinct, seductive tone, like a venomous snake whispering ceaselessly in his ear:

  [Give up… you’re no match for him. Look at yourself now—utterly pathetic, lacking even the most basic combat skills. You’re just relying on brute force, and that’s no different from suicide.]

  Michael’s body trembled slightly, and the strength in his hands loosened a little, only to tighten again moments later.

  He knew the voice spoke the truth. He truly didn’t know how to fight. Every move he made felt clumsy, powerless.

  The voice continued to echo in his mind, laced with temptation, disdain, and an undeniable forcefulness:

  [Your combat skills are too poor; you simply don’t know how to fight. Hand over complete control to me. I’ll take command of this body. I have the combat skills you yearn for, the rich battle experience. I can help you take down this foolish rhinoceros man.]

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  [Just nod, and I’ll take over immediately, freeing you from this endless pain and despair. How about it? Consider it. This is your only chance, your only hope of survival.]

  Michael’s gaze grew unfocused. The silver of his pupils intertwined with a red glow, as reason and desire waged a fierce war in his mind.

  [Just say these words: I, Michael, submit to Yang Chen, and I’ll help you.]

  Seeing the frenzied rhinoceros man charging at him once more, Michael knew that continuing this way would lead to certain death.

  Gritting his teeth, he let his fighting spirit evaporate. He spoke the trigger phrase:

  “Help me kill him.”

  A sudden flash of silver light shone in Michael’s eyes!

  The red glow in his silver pupils spread like wildfire.

  Under the dual pressures of excruciating pain and seductive whispers, the thread of his reason snapped strand by strand.

  He could feel his consciousness rapidly receding, like an island swallowed by the tide, while Yang Chen’s consciousness, with an unstoppable pressure, slowly devoured the last remnants of his domain.

  [Excellent.]

  A trace of satisfaction finally colored the aged voice.

  [Now, it’s my turn.]

  The moment the words fell, Michael’s body jolted violently.

  His previously stiff and clumsy movements suddenly became fluid and sharp.

  Those silver pupils, now stained with crimson, shed all traces of panic and struggle, leaving only a cold indifference and the keenness of a predator.

  His speed suddenly became abnormally fast. In the moment he dodged the rhinoceros man’s charge, he had already circled around to its back.

  From behind, he grasped the rhinoceros man’s neck.

  The claws on his fingertips glinted coldly in the night, and his wrist twisted at an incredibly tricky angle—a move Michael could never have conceived, exuding a kind of nearly cruel combat wisdom.

  The rhinoceros man, caught in its frenzied thrashing, had not noticed the change in its prey. It roared, still trying to throw him off.

  But the next second, an icy, piercing pain shot through its neck.

  Yang Chen, now in control of the werewolf body, precisely avoided the hard keratin layer on the rhinoceros man’s neck.

  His claws drove unerringly into the wound Michael had torn open earlier.

  Instead of ripping, he gave a sharp twist of his wrist, his fingertips expertly severing the fascia beneath the wound.

  “Arooooo—!!!”

  A heart-wrenching, blood-curdling scream tore through the entirety of No Man’s Alley.

  Every muscle in the rhinoceros man’s body instantly tensed. His massive form convulsed violently. His head, which had been swinging wildly moments before, hung limply as if all strength had been drained.

  His eyes widened in disbelief and terror, a gurgling, wheezing sound escaping his throat as thick blood gushed out along the werewolf’s claws.

  But that wasn’t the end.

  Yang Chen’s movements were too fast to follow.

  The tip of his foot tapped lightly on the ground, and his body, ghost-like, glided behind the rhinoceros man, evading the arm that instinctively swung back.

  Immediately after, he bent his knee, the muscles in his waist and back tightening in a perfect arc—this was not the brute-force method Michael relied on.

  Yang Chen’s control over the body’s nerves reached a terrifying level.

  He could precisely coordinate over ninety percent of the muscle fibers to contract simultaneously, generating force several times greater than when Michael was in control.

  His knee slammed viciously into the back of the rhinoceros man’s knee joint.

  That was the fulcrum of the rhinoceros man’s entire body’s power, its weakest point of defense, and a critical spot densely packed with nerves.

  CRACK!

  A crisp, sickening sound of bone snapping exploded in the silent alley.