Global Dungeon: I Can See the Status Bar

"Boss, it seems like we’re late, the gunshots have stopped."

A little brother carrying a rifle spat out the cigarette from his mouth, looking towards the distant battlefield where the sounds had vanished.

"Boss... Boss? What’s wrong, Boss? There are two Asians coming our way, should we..."

"Shut your damn mouth, I’m not blind!"

Tucker growled, dismissing his eager subordinates.

"Stand firm if you don’t want to die! Keep your mouths shut!"

The little brother, confused by the scolding, dared not say more and retreated obediently.

From start to finish, Tucker’s gaze never left the elder and the youth in the distance, who seemed like they were out for a walk.

That peerless menace now walked on this street, recently erupting in gunfire, akin to a football star out for a stroll with his old man, utterly unconcerned.

Tucker’s body, blessed with some abilities, could smell the lingering scent of blood, sense the terrifying ferocity and violence within the other’s body, akin to a prehistoric beast.

Cold sweat slowly seeped from his forehead, sliding down his cheeks to drip onto the ground.

This notorious Florida crime boss started rummaging through his memories, unsure why the other knew him, unsure how he offended this formidable figure.

Indeed, Tucker instinctively thought Lu Wenwu came specifically for him, setting him up.

Otherwise, how would the other accurately call out his name?

In fact... If it weren’t for the True Monarch of Destiny conveying that Tucker was their target, Lu Wenwu wouldn’t bother with such a small fry.

A guy who used demonic magic to overdraw some life for some abilities, not really noteworthy.

He didn’t even qualify as a Transcendent, just a tad stronger than an ordinary person.

For these "superpowers," his lifespan drastically shortened, leaving only a few years.

Poor Mr. Tucker might not even know that with his current supposedly peak body condition, let alone his dream of prolonging life, he wouldn’t live to see forty.

Lu Wenwu stood before Tucker, smiling and asked, "Mr. Tucker, meeting for the first time, aren’t you going to invite us to see your gang headquarters? I happen to need a driver, how’s your driving?"

Before Tucker could speak, a teenage black boy suddenly jumped out, pointing a gun sideways at Lu Wenwu.

"Hey, you bastard, tired of living? How dare you talk to my brother Tucker like that?"

Cold sweat soaked through Tucker’s vest, his mind buzzing into blankness.

Who gave you the courage!

How dare you talk to this demon like that!

Lu Wenwu glanced at the black boy, chuckling lightly.

To Tucker, that laughter was akin to a devil’s pre-anger sign.

Anger this terrifying demon and you’re finished...

"Bang!"

The gun unexpectedly burst from the barrel to the magazine, a bursting bullet bizarrely defying physical rules, blowing a bloody hole in the black boy’s forehead.

This scene froze dozens of surrounding black boys, a hint of fear quietly spreading in their hearts.

"This young man, youth is good, falling asleep instantly."

Lu Wenwu spoke with the most relaxed tone about the darkest topic.

"You all seem to envy his sleep quality? Don’t worry, I’ll help you. Frequent visitors to the underworld know, a sudden blackout and limpness are normal phenomena, don’t take it too seriously."

Before his words finished, before the gangsters could react, they all collapsed to the ground simultaneously, life extinct.

Lu Wenwu slightly mobilized his spiritual power, shattered their souls.

Mao Mao, understanding, spat out a Fire of Huodou.

Under the bizarre black flame, the bodies, guns, and blood stains on the ground instantly turned to ashes, leaving nothing behind.

"Mr. Tucker, you haven’t answered my previous question yet."

Tucker, witnessing it all, nearly wet himself from fear.

Without seeing any movement from the other, dozens of lives were easily harvested!

More terrifying is...

No one around discovered it!

He clearly saw many curtains in the surrounding buildings lifted slightly, many people sneaking peeks at the street happenings.

Yet they seemed oblivious to the carnage occurring here, still hiding behind, watching with interest.

"Wel... Welcome... Welcome esteemed guests..." Tucker forced a smile worse than crying, "Please... please follow me... I’ll drive you there."

"Mm, lead the way."

Lu Wenwu lifted his chin, Tucker dutifully led them to their parked car nearby.

A large American muscle car, a brand unfamiliar to Lu Wenwu.

Actually, besides the most famous ones, he didn’t recognize many car logos, not being a car enthusiast or driver, recognizing them would be surprising.

In the car, Tucker dared not play any tricks, driving carefully with a racing heart, not daring to be clever.

At this moment, he felt like he was back to when he just joined the gang, driving the boss around.

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