Overclocked City

The crimson countdown on the screen froze at zero. The expected explosion never came. A deathly silence descended upon the server room, broken only by the low hum of the servers, a silence so profound it felt like time itself had stopped breathing. Chen Mo collapsed to the floor, his clothes soaked through with sweat, looking as if he'd been dragged from a freezing lake. He gasped for air, a wave of relief washing over him, but the respite was fleeting; he knew the real danger was only just beginning.

"We made it…" he whispered, his gaze falling upon his trembling hands. Moments ago, the scythe of death had brushed against his neck, and it was these hands, on the precipice of oblivion, that had performed an impossible miracle. In the nick of time, he'd pinpointed the core code of the self-destruct program and, with superhuman speed and precision, neutralized it, averting a catastrophe capable of destroying everything. It had been a breathtaking gamble against time, a desperate dance with fate, and he'd won—for now.

"Command executed successfully." His mechanical arm, a marvel of intricate engineering, subtly contracted, a silent acknowledgment of his victory. It wasn't merely an appendage; it was an extension of himself, seamlessly integrated, every movement perfectly aligned with his intent. But even this sophisticated technology couldn't fully alleviate the palpable threat he now sensed.

"Let's go!" Chen Mo didn't hesitate. He sprang to his feet, sprinting towards the server room exit. He knew this reprieve was temporary; they needed to escape this perilous location immediately. His mechanical arm moved silently at his side, enhancing his speed and strength, a hidden weapon always at the ready. However, he felt a prickling unease, a premonition that danger was approaching in an unpredictable way.

Just as he was about to reach the exit, a deafening "bang" shattered the fragile peace—the server room door was violently thrown open! A wave of burly men in black suits surged in, their faces contorted with rage, their eyes blazing with murderous intent. They carried a variety of weapons, their cold gleam reflecting the dim light, creating an atmosphere of chilling menace. Leading them was Wang Fatty, his obese frame trembling with barely controlled fury, his eyes even more sinister and terrifying than before. His greasy face was flushed with rage, his thick lips quivering, as if ready to spew venomous words.

"Chen Mo! You little rat, you dare show your face here!" Wang Fatty roared, his voice a thunderous bellow that reverberated through the room. "You dare trespass in my server room, and you dare sabotage my self-destruct program?! You're asking for death! Do you know who I am?! You've offended me, you've offended the entire Black Tiger Gang! You're finished!" He pointed a thick finger, adorned with a gaudy gold ring, at Chen Mo, the ring flashing ostentatiously, a symbol of his unyielding power and status.

The alarm triggered by the self-destruct program had reached Wang Fatty. He'd realized the severity of the situation and immediately mobilized his men, but he craved more than just stopping Chen Mo; he wanted to witness Chen Mo's desperate demise firsthand. He reveled in the power to control everything, to toy with his enemies. A cunning glint flickered in his eyes; he'd anticipated Chen Mo's attempt to sabotage the self-destruct program and had prepared accordingly.

"Settle the score? Hahaha…" Wang Fatty let out a chilling laugh, his amusement laced with cruel mockery and a bone-chilling ruthlessness. "Chen Mo, you're too naive! You think you can defeat me? You think sabotaging my self-destruct program makes you safe? You severely underestimate my power! Do you know how I, Wang Fatty, rose to power? I climbed over the corpses of countless enemies! And you, soon, will be another corpse beneath my feet!" As he spoke, he slowly drew a gleaming dagger from his waist, the blade still stained with what looked like dried blood—a weapon he'd used personally, stained with the blood of countless victims.

Before he finished speaking, the thugs lunged at Chen Mo like rabid dogs, their attacks brutal and merciless, their intent clearly lethal. Wang Fatty watched with a cruel smile, enjoying the spectacle as if it were a thrilling hunt.

"Want to catch me? Let's see if you have the guts!" A cold smile played on Chen Mo's lips, his eyes flashing with a dangerous glint, but a deep unease settled in his heart. He realized Wang Fatty was far more dangerous, cunning, and brutal than he'd ever imagined.

His mechanical arm hummed, a low, powerful sound, like a sleeping beast awakening…

In the server room, the clash of code and gunfire was imminent, a breathtaking life-or-death struggle about to begin… a struggle that would determine not only Chen Mo's fate, but Wang Fatty's as well.