Paradise City outskirts, around noon.
In the deserted area of unfinished buildings, Wang Zhifan and his group of five slowly erged.
They soon stepped into the slum area ahead, preparing to cross this section to reach Paradise City’s urban zone.
At this mont, Wang Zhifan walked at the forefront of the team, striding naturally and confidently, while the four teammates behind him followed vigilantly, observing their surroundings with each step.
It’s not surprising they’re a bit tense, mainly because their entry into the slum composed of many dilapidated shacks had attracted the attention of nurous NPC residents. If ordinary NPC civilians were paying attention to them as players, it wouldn’t be a big deal, but the people here didn’t seem to be the decent type at a glance.
These NPCs either had shifty eyes or fierce expressions, each wielding at least one weapon, such as machetes and handguns. So even held rifles, and upon spotting Wang Zhifan’s group, they started murmuring among themselves with unfriendly eyes.
"Boss, don’t walk so fast, don’t you need to check the surroundings?"
After a few apprehensive minutes through the narrow and ragged dirt roads of the slum, the summoning-class fat guy in blue plaid, trailing behind Wang Zhifan, couldn’t hold back. He was quite perplexed at Wang Zhifan’s leisurely deanor seemingly ant for a countryside outing.
"Too fast? I’m walking at my usual pace. As for observing, isn’t that your job? Just let know if anything’s up."
Upon hearing the discontent of the summoning fat guy behind him, Wang Zhifan replied without turning back, his tone and deanor still relaxed and carefree despite being in a dangerous area.
"Damn it! Just as you said, sothing’s up! There are at least five groups surrounding us! Everyone run forward quickly! See if we can break through the encirclent!"
No sooner had Wang Zhifan finished speaking than the summoning fat guy suddenly issued a warning, having spotted sothing very unfavorable through his eagle scout flying in the sky.
"What the hell, these people want to act just minutes after we ca in?"
"Approximately how many are there?"
After issuing the warning, the group imdiately quickened their pace to the direction pointed by the summon fat guy, while so started to ask questions or complain.
"Each group has more people than us! At least thirty in total!"
The fat guy replied while running, and despite his heavy build, he didn’t lag behind and quickly overtook Wang Zhifan leading the way.
"Why aren’t you running? Do you want to be surrounded by those people?"
After overtaking Wang Zhifan, the summoning fat guy noticed that this warrior teammate hadn’t sped up, still leisurely walking at his own pace.
But Wang Zhifan’s expression didn’t change at the remark, and he quickly responded:
"You guys go ahead, I’ll cover the rear."
So, within a few breaths, the four teammates originally behind Wang Zhifan had rushed to the front, while he lingered in the rear, inevitably becoming the first to face the encircling people blocking his path.
"Stop!"
"Move and we’ll shoot you dead!"
Upon Wang Zhifan reaching a narrow alley in the slum, a skinny young man with triangular eyes and a pockmarked face teenager suddenly jumped out from a nearby broken shack, raising old pistols towards his head to halt his advance.
"Hand over everything valuable you have! Don’t think about escaping!"
Blocking his retreat were a middle-aged man and two teenagers clad in tattered clothes, who similarly wielded guns, the middle-aged man carrying an especially long hunting rifle.
"Which gang are you from?"
Confronted with the reality of being surrounded and separated from his teammates, Wang Zhifan’s expression remained unchanged, calmly asking the triangular-eyes youth at the alley ahead.
Bang!
His response was a sudden shot from the pockmarked young man, the bullet hitting close to Wang Zhifan’s feet, kicking up a small hole.
"Shut up! Say another word and I’ll blow your head off!"
After shooting, the pockmarked youth shouted viciously.
Yet despite this real threat, Wang Zhifan’s deanor didn’t alter, he simply stared at the two before him and spoke again:
"Which gang are you from?"
"You’re looking for death!"
Not heeding the warning, the triangular-eye thin youth’s gaze turned fierce, and he imdiately snorted coldly, pulling the trigger against Wang Zhifan’s head.
But his attempt was seemingly unfortunate as the old handgun failed to fire after the trigger was pulled, appearing to have malfunctioned.
"Damn it! NMB!"
The triangular-eye skinny youth was furious. He urgently pulled the trigger several tis, looking to swiftly kill the young man in front of him, but luck wasn’t on his side, the weapon seed completely broken, eliciting only faint clicks with no gunshots after several attempts.
"Don’t just stand there! Get rid of him quickly!"
Embarrassed by the gun’s failure, the triangular-eyed youth urged his companions to restore the situation.
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