The zombie underling did some quick mental math: MAX equals 50, and their boss's combat power was exactly 50. In other words, the boss was MAX—an absolute powerhouse.
"Damn, boss! You're incredible!"
Big Ears ignored the underling's flattery and ran out into the street. The earlier fight had left blood splattered everywhere.
He crouched down, dipped a finger into a puddle of blood, and casually stuck it into his mouth.
"Don't waste it…"
...
Meanwhile, the cyborg was fleeing at full speed, its movements agile and precise. Its brain was already calculating the optimal escape route.
With a powerful leap, it launched itself onto the wall of a tall building, kicked off for momentum, and vaulted onto the rooftop.
"Escaping via rooftop increases success probability by 23.168%."
It continued calculating as it ran.
