Chapter 7, The Uncontrollable Hand

With blood still carrying a faint warmth, and brain matter splattered across Zhou Liming's face, he remained utterly oblivious. His eyes widened as he fixated on the headless corpse before him, the pool of blood still spreading... It made him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave, his entire body chilled, and his heart sinking relentlessly...

The thief paid no heed at all, and with a determined grit of his teeth, he veered into a side alley, hoping to shake them off in one of the few densely populated alleys in the city center. Familiar with the area, he was confident that once he entered the alley, he could lose his pursuers amidst the crowd and the maze of shops.

With bloodshot eyes wide open, Zhou Liming kept asking himself: "What should I do, what should I do... how can I face the dean, how can I have the face to face all those who care about me?" He shook his head, his hair, damp with sweat, flinging droplets of perspiration.

The sound gradually faded away, and Zhou Liming struggled to stand up, regaining his senses amidst the confusion, then resembling an enraged beast

There were no signs of anything; Zhou Liming thought only of knocking him down with a single punch, preventing him from escaping

But it is not over yet; after the spike penetrated the head, it emitted a faint "hum" sound, with an incalculable vibration frequency that directly shattered his entire head into pieces

Zhou Liming burst out of the school gate, randomly chose a direction, and began to sprint along the sidewalk

However, when he turned back once more, he suddenly felt as if his soul had left his body, and his mind was in disarray. A figure, swift as lightning, dashed past the police officer, racing towards him.

The thief, who was running while occasionally glancing back, wore a smile on his face. Did those two foolish security patrol officers think they could catch up with him? They should consider that he had specifically trained in the art of escape for this very path. He wouldn't dare boast, but no one in this area was born who could catch up with him. If it weren't for the fact that he had just hurriedly bumped into a student, causing a slight delay, he would have already left the two security officers far behind.

However, as he swung his fist fiercely, scales began to cover his skin along the way, and more terrifyingly, a jet-black spike appeared on the back of his hand. Zhou Liming was completely unaware of these changes; he only felt a slight sting on the back of his hand, followed by a tingling sensation. His relentless fist had not yet reached the back of the thief's head, but the spike had already silently pierced into it, as if chopsticks had been inserted into tofu pudding, encountering no resistance whatsoever.

Running like the wind, with a gentle breeze brushing against his face, Zhou Liming felt as if he were almost flying. He did not know where he was running to; he only knew to keep running, to accelerate, to accelerate again, releasing the power within his body that had no other outlet, alleviating the burdens he carried.

The thief, who had just been feeling quite pleased with himself, began to exert all his strength at https://m.hetushucomcom. However, Zhou Liming's speed was too fast; in the blink of an eye, he was already in front of him

Ah ... ... Am I relying on Superman?

At the neck where the head was lost, a bowl-sized gaping wound continuously spewed forth blood

Then, not far away, someone was shouting to catch a thief, along with the casual command to stand still

Ah ... ... Ah ... ... Ah ... ...

With this thought, Zhou Liming, under the force that had not yet cooled from its boiling state, unleashed his full potential, resembling a leopard, running at a speed that surpassed the limits achievable by humans. As this power intensified with Zhou Liming's increasingly fervent thoughts, it became even more ferocious.

The latent power within him seemed to have been ignited. The scales on the back of his hand became increasingly distinct, with veins protruding so prominently that one might suspect they could burst, spraying several meters away. The bulging veins appeared exceedingly menacing, and the surging strength made Zhou Liming tremble and convulse uncontrollably. Others could never comprehend this sensation, akin to a person who is utterly powerless suddenly possessing the strength to effortlessly overturn a car; what would that feel like?

Am I a fool? Just because you say stop, should I stop?

A deep growl, offering no opportunity for the guard to react, Zhou Liming had already forcefully collided past the guard's shoulder.

Zhou Liming, who was rushing towards the school gate at www.hetushucom.com, was moving very quickly

Countless passersby looked at the student roaring in the street with strange expressions, displaying a variety of emotions, yet Zhou Liming seemed oblivious to it all

"Catch him, I want to catch him..." It was as if a light bulb had gone off in his mind, "I will make amends for my mistakes, yes, as long as I catch the thief, no one will blame me, and I won't have to be expelled from school"

My goodness, what kind of monster is that?

The people on the road all gazed in astonishment at a student dressed in a school uniform, running with a speed that surpassed even that of a hundred-meter sprint. Many times, one could only feel a gust of wind, a fleeting shadow before their eyes, and before they could clearly see, the person had already vanished. It resembled a sprite, darting through the sidewalk, running swiftly yet always managing to deftly evade the oncoming pedestrians.

Zhou Liming's mouth twitched slightly, and the surge of determination prompted him to shout: "Looking for death"

At this moment, Zhou Liming stood foolishly in the center of the sidewalk, enveloped in confusion

It was still class time, and the gatekeeper, seeing a student in uniform rushing towards the school, was naturally unwilling to let him through. The gatekeeper, a former soldier, positioned himself at the small gate, intending to stop Zhou Liming.

The security guard initially did not take Zhou Liming seriously, thinking that a thin and small student could pose a threat to someone who had recently retired from the military. However, a tremendous force surged from his shoulder, and before he could even initiate his grappling technique, his shoulder felt as if it had been struck hard. He was sent flying, crashing to the ground two meters away, letting out a groan of "Ouch".

Stop! Zhou Liming's deep roar echoed, while he simultaneously endured the pressure brought on by this immense force, a pressure that was spiraling out of control

Zhou Liming struggled to get up as two security patrol officers ran past him, continuously shouting for the thief fleeing ahead to stop. Moments later, a woman in her forties, exuding a fragrance, ran by Zhou Liming, shouting, "Catch the thief, my bag, give me back my bag..."

Zhou Liming, caught in a frenzy, felt that only by running continuously could he alleviate the unbearable pain coursing through his body

Two security patrol officers felt that their speed was sufficient, but the thief was even faster. Suddenly, a gust of wind swept by, and a figure darted past them, chasing after the thief

Ah, ah... countless screams erupted at the entrance of the alley

It is unclear how long it has been... The bustling sounds made Zhou Liming realize that he had unknowingly arrived in the vibrant city center.

Howling at the sky, the veins and arteries in his neck were clearly visible.

Get lost

Zhou Liming could not control himself. Since the injury on Saturday, his emotions had been fluctuating greatly, making him easily irritable and prone to losing his rationality. Even trivial matters, like a picture or a book, could provoke him. It felt instinctual; Zhou Liming began to run, sprinting in the direction where the thief had just escaped.

The two individuals simultaneously opened their mouths wide, staring in astonishment at the student in uniform who had only left them with his back. The speed he displayed made them believe they had witnessed a superhero. If he were not a superhero, how could he possibly run so fast? Just look at the dust rising from the street due to his sprinting, along with the leaves being swept up in his wake

To the onlookers, Zhou Liming delivered a punch to the back of the thief's head, causing the entire skull to explode and shatter, with brain matter splattering alongside fragments of flesh and blood. The thief had no chance to even grunt; he instinctively stumbled forward a few steps before collapsing to the ground, convulsing a few times before becoming motionless

It felt as if a long time had passed, and Zhou Liming only sensed himself in a state of confusion when suddenly he was violently bumped into by someone. Caught off guard, he was knocked down. A voice came from beside his ear: "Damn it, are you looking for death? Blocking my way?" However, this voice rushed past, accompanied by a slight sound of heavy breathing.

The blood felt as if it were on fire, causing Zhou Liming, who stood among the crowd, to go from pale to flushed. Large beads of sweat slid down his forehead, dripping onto the ground. Gazing blankly at the ceaseless flow of pedestrians, the bewildered Zhou Liming truly wanted to cry out loud. With the fate of being expelled and the unknown changes within himself, how could this mere big child understand what to do?