Gao Yang could strongly sense that the unusual atmosphere was coming from the alley behind him. He didn't want to keep evading: if it's fate, it's fate; if it's trouble, it can't be avoided. Let's take a bold step! However, he decided to keep one hand prepared.

He glanced at Wang Zikai, "You're coming with me."

"No problem!" Wang Zikai was eager.

Gao Yang walked into the alley. The entrance was old and the houses inside were marked for demolition, long abandoned. Only one or two streetlights remained, flickering ominously, adding to the eerie atmosphere.

As Gao Yang and Wang Zikai progressed farther into the tiny, dark alley, Wang Zikai's initial exhilaration subsided. He gulped anxiously and picked up a brick from the ground, gripping it hard.

Gao Yang suddenly stretched out to halt Wang Zikai and yelled into the darkness ahead, "Who's there? "Come out!"

A few seconds later, a figure wobbled into view—a man, short and fat. The figure slowly moved into the dim light of a streetlamp, and Gao Yang finally recognized him.

"Fatty Jun?"

Fatty Jun wore a dirty gray T-shirt, his face pallid and disoriented. His gait was shaky. Hearing Gao Yang's voice, he said, "Huh?"

"What are you doing here?" Gao Yang asked.

"Yeah... why am I here..." Fatty Jun scratched his head and exclaimed, "Ah!" as if he suddenly remembered something.

Fatty Jun tripped and went over to grasp Gao Yang, "Brother Yang! Save me! Save me!"

"What happened to you? Speak slowly."

"I don't know... I'm not right... I got bitten..." Fatty Jun's thoughts were muddled.

"Bitten by what? Where? Be specific." Gao Yang was anxious.

"My hand... my hand..." Fatty Jun extended his right hand. "Something's wrong..."

Gao Yang looked at it: it was a perfectly normal hand, without any visible problems.

"There's nothing wrong." Wang Zikai also leaned in to look, trying to participate. He scoffed disdainfully, "Maybe you've been jerking off too much, hallucinating..."

As they spoke, Fatty Jun's chubby hand made a faint "gurgling" sound. Suddenly, a blood-red eye grew in his palm.

"Wah—" Wang Zikai jumped back in fright, "What the hell is that!"

Fatty Jun trembled all over, his emotions collapsing, "I don't know... save me, save me..."

Sensing something was very wrong, Gao Yang was about to retreat when Fatty Jun's right hand suddenly shot out and grabbed Gao Yang's neck with abnormal strength. The hand began to swell, like rapidly fermenting dough, turning into a massive, semi-liquid tumor within seconds.

The tumor seemed alive, bubbling and writhing, slowly engulfing Gao Yang's head. Gao Yang didn't feel pain but felt stifled and suffocated, as if enveloped in a rotting, slimy meat blob.

Gao Yang pulled out a small dagger from his pocket and stabbed it into the tumor—useless. The tumor absorbed the dagger, then spat it out with a "plop."

Wang Zikai was terrified and ran off, screaming, "Help—help!"

Gao Yang was lifted off the ground, the fear of being nearly crushed by Li Weiwei returning. He flailed his arms wildly, trying to struggle, but it was futile.

Fatty Jun remained standing, the grotesque, bloated hand not under his control. He cried out, "Help! Someone save me... what's happening to me..."

Just before Gao Yang was ready to drop out from lack of air, a familiar voice called out, "Stop!"

It was Wang Zikai!

In a brief period of fleeing, he overcome his basic fear and returned. He lunged toward Fatty Jun, executing a flying kick, exclaiming, "Let him go!"

Wang Zikai's kick landed on Fatty Jun's face, sending him flying. The tumor hand released Gao Yang and flew with Fatty Jun's body. As Fatty Jun was about to fall, the tumor hand quickly braced itself on the ground, supporting Fatty Jun's body.

Once Fatty Jun regained his footing, the tumor hand lunged at Gao Yang again.

At this moment, Gao Yang was kneeling on the ground, coughing violently, unable to escape.

"You bastard—" Wang Zikai stood in front of Gao Yang, "Try touching my bro again!"

As he spoke, Wang Zikai's right arm suddenly swelled, bursting through his sleeve. The skin turned a rough, hardened bluish-gray, resembling bronze under the orange streetlight.

"Slap!" Wang Zikai's "bronze arm" firmly caught Fatty Jun's "tumor hand."

The two non-human arms clashed, starting a battle of strength.

"Argh—" Wang Zikai's forehead veins bulged, his eyes unknowingly turning dark green. His arm continued to exert force, reaching an incredible grip strength of 1000kg in just five seconds.

The tumor hand was no match, emitting faint, panicked sounds. It flailed desperately, trying to retract but couldn't.

"Smack!" Finally, the tumor hand was crushed by Wang Zikai's beastly "bronze arm," splattering light purple blood.

When Gao Yang stood up, Fatty Jun had fainted, and his arm had returned to normal.

Wang Zikai panted heavily, his chest heaving, and his burst sleeve began to restore.

Gao Yang looked at Wang Zikai's silent, stern back, feeling a wave of fear from his core—was he really just a lost one? Why did it feel like the potential within him far exceeded that of "Li Weiwei" and "Aunt He"?

Gao Yang couldn't decide whether to call Wang Zikai's name or just run away.

At that moment, Wang Zikai turned slowly, his eyes filled with tears, almost crying with joy, "Gao Yang! You didn't lie to me! I really got stronger!"

"Huh?" Gao Yang's expression must have been quite comical.

Wang Zikai rushed over, hugging Gao Yang and jumping around, "Did you see it! My Kirin arm! The cultivation technique you gave me is really awesome!"

"Oh, it’s nothing, it's mainly your own hard work..." Gao Yang forced a smile: Fortunately, this guy isn't too bright; otherwise, the consequences would be unimaginable.

"Oh, right!" Wang Zikai was so busy celebrating that he finally remembered Fatty Jun, "I didn’t expect this fat guy to be a traitor. Should I kill him?"

"No." Gao Yang stopped him. He thought for a moment and asked Wang Zikai, "Your home is nearby, right?"

"Yeah."

"I remember your parents are divorced, and you live alone?" Gao Yang asked again.

"Yes, why?"

"Let's go to your place," Gao Yang pointed at the unconscious Fatty Jun. "Take him too."

...

Fatty Jun weighed over 180 pounds, but Wang Zikai carried him home effortlessly, without breaking a sweat.

Gao Yang was secretly amazed: The beast's power, once unleashed, is terrifying. I feel like a lamb living among wolves.

Wang Zikai’s family was absurdly wealthy. His father was in real estate, and his mother was a celebrity, often seen on TV. He lived in a riverside villa area, where every inch of land was gold.

Wang Zikai’s three-story villa included a private parking lot, swimming pool, entrance garden, and a small courtyard, far beyond the price of an ordinary villa.

Fatty Jun was tied to a chair in the subterranean garage.

Gao Yang wanted to contact Qing Ling but was concerned that contacting now might leave traces. Contacting her too frequently may arouse suspicion. Furthermore, given Wang Zikai's present combat abilities, he could more than defend himself.

Gao Yang directed Wang Zikai to bring a basin of water, and Wang Zikai obeyed his orders. During this period, Gao Yang examined his system, and sure enough, the luck points had quadrupled again since Fatty Jun struck him.

He closed the system and remained inactive. 

Soon, Wang Zikai came back with the water. Without waiting for instructions, he splashed it over Fatty Jun's head. Fatty Jun woke up with a start.

"Where... where am I?" Fatty Jun was still disoriented. "Brother Yang... why did you tie me up... what happened to me..."

"Are you human or beast?" Gao Yang asked.

"I'm human! I'm an awakener!" Fatty Jun shouted, "You knew this already!"

Gao Yang said nothing, pondering: Fatty Jun had talent and had healed him before, so he should be human. But his monstrous, tumor-like hand wasn't a typical human ability—it was a beastly trait. To be safe, better confirm it.

Gao Yang looked at Wang Zikai, "Do you have any films at home?"

Wang Zikai was puzzled, "What films?"

"You know, those kinds of films."