Wow! The item-dropping rate is really high! Chapter 129: 128 Guys Must Fight

Only after confirming that the footsteps of the other party had indeed walked away did Gong Yan glance at Dai Lian, who seed lost in thought, and murmur ambiguously, "Why did she teach ?"

"To create discord!" Dai Lian's eyes sparkled with certainty, "To scare the snake by beating the grass! She might be suspecting us!"

Feeling guilty as a thief, Dai Lian was a bit panicked when he saw the two people, but he felt he had masked it perfectly, so there shouldn't be any big problem.

It was just that he didn't know if Yanzi had given anything away. Under the overly dim lighting conditions, he couldn't ascertain how Yanzi had behaved.

But Yanzi was smart; presumably, she would have caught on with just a hint.

Dai Lian pinched his chin and analyzed rationally, "The NPCs of this world have no concept of our player identities. In her eyes, we are just mbers of a small force in Black Street... although that's indeed the case.

Under normal circumstances, our force has chosen to oppose Arbitration Place, and she teaches you these skills without asking for anything in return, which will undoubtedly lead to suspicion within the organization. Eventually, so kind of conflict might arise that would give her so clues from you. But..."

"Don't worry about Yanzi."

It's just that these NPCs understand human nature, but they don't understand players.

Whether it's a hook or bait, take it all!

As for the adult... Not to ntion the adult wouldn't notice, but even if the adult did, so what?

With Wen Jie's precedent, it's clear that the adult doesn't care if the people in the organization seek skills from other forces.

Any skill learned is an asset.

Previously, Dai Lian had so doubts about why the adult had such strong confidence in the mbers of his organization, as if they would never defect no matter how long they spent in other organizations, an ideal that seed almost naïve.

It was after the ratman incident that he realized it wasn't about the adult having confidence in the organization's mbers, but in himself.

["You don't need to take the initiative in a self-sacrificing way, I can bear the consequences of all your choices."]

That silhouette was so magnificent it was unbelievable.

This suffocating aura of majesty was the source of his confidence.

"Let's go, continue, as if they don't exist," Dai Lian said, tidying up the aftermath and filling in what was missing.

So rats wounded by Franca were still struggling a little; if left alone, they might bleed to death, but the heads were not his own to claim, so it would be wasteful.

[By hitting the target with a lee attack, you gain 4 experience in Close Combat Mastery.]

[The battle ends, you gain 3 points of combat experience.]

[You killed a plague rat, "Side Quest—Rat Extermination" progress 15/100.]

Just picking up a few knives~ Heehee.

Yanzi had been on a killing spree with the other party just now, probably far ahead in progress, so it was imperative to catch up.

Gong Yan also seed to have recovered from her bewildered state due to the sudden event, "Right, let's forget about her and continue…"

"Exactly, let's finish the quest quickly, I still want to go see Kuang Xin boxing..."

The underground fighting arena didn't sound like a place to ss with at first hearing. He was worried that Kuang Xin would get sold out and end up counting money for others...

...

"Squeak squeak squeak~" In the depths of the dim sewer, a cluster of plague rats huddled together, writhing in a sight that could terrify so faint-hearted children.

The "king" has disappeared...

The "king" has abandoned them!

They needed a new "king"!

A plague rat with shiny black hard fur slowly stood up, quietly rising from the chaotic swarm of rats, like an unshakable rock amid the tides...

...

In the hazy night mist, the woman made her final plea, "Hans, you must understand that people don't beco stronger or more agile as they get older... You're of age now, so don't be like those impetuous, brawling young fellows."

"I know, I know... I'm just going to have a look." Hans was sowhat impatient, "I've got a bit of money on ... I'm going to see if I can try my luck."

"Whatever you want... Anyway, it's all ill-gotten, better spent than hoarded."

"What's this about ill-gotten? Don't talk so nastily, you know what it's about. Alright, I'm off. You go to sleep first, don't wait up for ."

"Fine..." The woman grumbled and muttered to herself, hugging her arms and casting suspicious glances into the dark as she closed the front door, "The weather's getting colder..."

Lying in bed and hesitating for a mont, the woman still got up and lit a grease lamp on the table.

The flickering yellow fla shone on the woman's shadow on the wall, with wisps of smoke drifting above the silhouette.

"I'll leave a lamp on for him..." The woman drifted off to sleep.

...

The underground fighting wasn't actually underground but took place inside a solid concrete structure.

As the city developed and transford over the years, so ambitiously built structures on the outskirts were abandoned before being used, like human ambitions, gradually retreating back into the city.

Heavy tal music, grating to the ears, forcibly stimulated the secretion of hormones in the body, with the explosive sound waves threatening to burst one's eardrums.

The most primitive collisions evoked the most basic arousal; life's tedium and mundanity had people craving small shocks to jolt their long-dead hearts awake.

They lacked the courage to step onto the battlefield and could only find a semblance of proof of living amidst the noisy, crowded clamor.

With an elderly gait, Hans stepped onto the dusty cent floor, his decaying heart pounding fiercely along with the heavy bass.

Clutching a hundred Blackwater coins tightly in his embrace, this seed like a godsend for his lifelong poverty.

It allowed him, in his old age and declining health, to rediscover the adrenal rush of his youth.

Money is a man's courage.

For so reason, the mont he took that money from the lad, his body also seed to awaken.

He felt like a warrior at his most courageous, with unbounded energy surging through him, yearning for the glory of blood and battle.

Be a fool challenging the windmills! Recklessness is closer to courage than cowardice!

A man has to fight!

He squeezed into the bustling crowd, with excitent and sweat filling the air, inhaling the mixed scents of perspiration, body odor, and alcohol, Hans's eyes excitedly bloodshot.

Finding a spot where he could catch a glimpse, his cloudy eyes peered through a large hole in the wire sh to watch the duel underway.

Two muscular n battered each other, noses bloodied and faces swollen, with blood streaming down their visages.

The sight of fresh red liquid stirred the nerves, and savage desires could only be vented through younger bodies.

A man has to make bets!

"The match has started! No more betting."

"Tsk!" Hans spat in the direction of the other person's back, clutching the 100 Blackwater coins in his arms.

"Huh... Huh?" As he walked away, disillusioned, his eyes wandered randomly until they spotted a familiar figure in front of the relatively quiet registration desk.

Was that... the big fool?