Wow! The item-dropping rate is really high! Chapter 868 868: 618 Misunderstanding?

This burly man attacked without any reason. Bai E had just arrived in this alien city and barely had the ti to offend any local person or faction.

Was it because his outfit, different from theirs, made them mistake him for so easy prey? Or had he inadvertently triggered so kind of alien taboo?

If he didn't get to the bottom of this, it might be impossible to move forward.

After all, in his current state, he not only lacked strength but also had no influence, and his understanding of extraterrestrial laws was minimal. If he unintentionally made too many local "natives" his enemies, he'd likely endure so hardships.

The burly man pinned down by Bai E was drenched in cold sweat. Faced with Bai E's questions, he stamred honestly, "It's nothing, really! Just a big misunderstanding!"

Who would've guessed this unremarkable-looking guy would turn out to be so terrifyingly capable?

"Just treat like a fart and let go, all right? I've got a card in my pocket with four or five hundred G on it. Take it, grab yourself a couple of drinks, and consider it my apology. What do you say?"

At this mont, the burly man just wanted to de-escalate.

After all, lives on Freeport weren't worth much, but carrying a body count on your back was never an easy thing to deal with.

Unless, of course, you were one of those truly ruthless lunatics who killed without blinking. Generally speaking, between two strangers without serious grudges, there was no need to go for the kill.

He had initially intended to capture this guy and sell his organs, but neither succeeded nor exposed himself, right?

From the other guy's perspective, it was probably just a minor scuffle. A bit of compensation to close the matter wasn't such a bad deal for either party.

But Bai E, clueless about the intricacies of this alien setting, wasn't about to let this ready source of information off so easily.

He pressed on relentlessly, "What misunderstanding?"

'Why'd I have to run into soone so stubborn?' thought Wild Wolf, lanting to himself as he continued to explain, "Had a bit too much to drink. My head wasn't clear for a mont. I swear, I harbor absolutely no malice toward you!"

However, seeing the encroaching shadows of the crowd gathering around, Bai E's expression darkened slightly.

His gaze swept across the scene, and his grip on the burly man's arm tightened, his voice turning even colder, "This is what you call no malice?"

The man had initiated the fight, and then this large group of people had encircled them.

Claiming no malice under such circumstances was hardly convincing.

"?" Gritting his teeth through the pain in his straining arm muscles, Wild Wolf forced his head up slightly and took in the unfolding situation around him, even more perplexed.

What the hell was going on? Normally, even if these folks weren't friendly, they'd at most trade a few sarcastic jabs if they t.

Now, after he'd provoked soone and ended up caught, these people were suddenly stepping in to back him up?

No way! Absolutely no way!

Wild Wolf imdiately dismissed the thought from his mind.

Then why?

Wild Wolf's mind raced, his eyes darting between the silent figures closing in and the increasingly forceful grip on his back, as the pressure mounted.

"It's a misunderstanding! All just a big misunderstanding!" Wild Wolf shouted loudly, his mind working through possible explanations and plans for his next move. "I don't even know those guys! I swear, man, I'm really not with them!"

"..." Bai E remained expressionless, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.

He rely tightened his hold further.

The other man's desperate tone did seem sowhat credible, but with Bai E's total lack of understanding of this alien environnt, how could he stop pressing for answers? Without pushing, how could the man possibly explain why this blockade had ford?

Feeling the searing pain of muscles on the verge of tearing, the burly man winced, a few drops of cold sweat dripping from his forehead.

Despite being pinned down in a completely powerless position, he still yelled at the shadows surrounding them, "What the hell are you guys trying to do?! What do you want?! The Dagger Society is handling its business here—everyone else should back the hell off!"

For the strangers behind him, whose faces were completely unfamiliar, the na of the Dagger Society might not carry much weight. But for the ones here, who frequented Freeport's structural layers, the Dagger Society's reputation still counted for sothing.

If he couldn't scare this outsider, could he at least put the fear into these guys?

Wild Wolf gritted his teeth internally, resolving that after this ss, these punks would need to learn so discipline.

When had the Dagger Society ever tolerated anyone daring to watch like this?

Among the looming silent figures was one who seed to be the leader. This individual suddenly spoke up, "Big shot, anyone who survives here isn't scared by nas. We usually show the Dagger Society so respect and call you guys big shots, but that doesn't an you really are one."

Wild Wolf's eyelid twitched, unsettled by this sudden defiance from the people around him. "You… what are you trying to do?!"

Could it be that seeing him subdued by this outsider had emboldened these people to take action against him?

Sure, he'd been oppressive and unscrupulous in the past, but it wasn't as though he'd stirred up this much collective outrage, right?

Plenty of these people were acquaintances—self-serving types who wouldn't lift a finger unless it directly affected them. There was no way they were now suddenly ganging up on him without provocation.

But that very strangeness made the whole situation even more unnerving.

He couldn't figure out what he'd done wrong for things to spiral into such a bizarre scenario on what should've been an ordinary afternoon.

The leader of the encircling crowd sneered, "What are we trying to do? Oh, co on, big shot, aren't you the one who set the precedent? If the Dagger Society can do it, why can't us drifters?"

Wild Wolf's mind spun further into confusion. What the hell did he an by "If the Dagger Society can do it, why can't us drifters?"

Goddammit, what the hell had he done that others apparently could or couldn't do?

All he'd wanted was to grab this fresh-faced kid and sell his organs for so booze money. How the hell had that crossed so kind of celestial boundary?!