Wow! The item-dropping rate is really high!

"What are we going to do now?"

"This is a mess..."

"Damn it, is this game targeting me specifically!"

The purchase plan had just been agreed upon yesterday! Yet today, they learned that the boss they had negotiated with had been ganked.

It had happened last night, on a night when the moon wasn't dark, and the wind wasn't fierce. A sudden fight erupted on the turf where the Orc Tribe had set up camp.

The foreign orcs had no sense of martial ethics, and they defeated the local orc leader in a one-on-one duel.

Now look what happened...

"Boss... my teeth... my teeth..."

"I've lost my teeth too, boss..."

The new boss obviously had no plans to deal with humans; the underlings who were sent to talk to him were violently knocked out and had all their teeth removed before being sent back.

It was because of this that they found out the Orc Tribe's boss had been replaced.

Two underlings with whistling speech squeezed in front of Ren Fengxing, hopping up and down, their gums with single-digit teeth opening and closing comically.

Without teeth in the real world might be a big problem, a good set of teeth is a basic guarantee of physical health, making eating a pleasure and sleep sound, and dentures are never as convenient.

However, in the game world, such minor injuries were nothing; even the in-game food was quite perfunctory.

For combat players, a mouth full of broken teeth was a medal of honor for the guild.

Far from being ashamed, they proudly boasted about it everywhere.

"Get lost!" Ren Fengxing kicked the two away.

"Boss, boss! The cart we assembled has fallen apart!" Another underling crowded over from the side.

The cart had been put together for transporting the artificial metal object.

During the negotiations yesterday, they had already seen the so-called human-made object — a large piece of metal whose texture was unidentifiable.

It was segmented.

The cut was incredibly smooth, as if it was meant to be that way.

But clearly it wasn't; from its structure, the object was obviously a small part severed from a much bigger machine. It was hard to imagine what kind of attack could have inflicted such damage.

After all, for them, not even swords or firearms could leave the slightest mark on it.

It was the same for the orcs.

Being indestructible meant it was also unusable.

An almost unusable metal structure; the Orc Tribe's continued interest waned, which was the core reason why they agreed to sell it.

But now...

"Stop fucking worrying about that damn cart!"

The negotiations had collapsed.

The other party had turned hostile.

Wouldn't you grab your weapons, ready to blast them to smithereens?

Pushing the underling's face away, Ren Fengxing continued to stride toward the distance.

The executive president of another guild had also personally led a team for this task. When obstacles arose from the game world itself, they were natural allies.

A woman in a flowing red dress was slowly approaching.

Her figure was graceful and radiantly beautiful, and although her face did not appear young, it had a sense of age's patina.

As she walked, the small pistol strapped to her leg with a black belt flashed in and out of view beneath the slit of her skirt, contrasting greatly with the swinging single-edged sword at her waist.

A sister with an imperial aura.

"Gu Lan, how about joining forces?" Ren Fengxing greeted her first.

If stealth was ineffective, the only option left was brute force.

The orcs were opponents the players had never faced before, and the hearsay about them was filled with lies and exaggeration. No one knew their true strength.

This game was not like the others they used to play; it lacked visible levels or data on attributes and gear for reference. Here, life was incredibly precious, and players could no longer recklessly use corpse-running tactics to forcibly clear instances or bosses.

Exactly how to fight against the orcs needed careful planning.

The mature Gu Lan agreed readily, "How many do you have?"

Cooperation was essential, players' competition was an internal affair, let each rely on their methods.

But the first priority was to snatch back the item from the Orc Tribe.

Ren Fengxing glanced back and, in a spot hidden from Gu Lan, his eyes flickered slightly, "Thirteen."

Then looking at Gu Lan again, he shot back the question, "And you?"

"Me?" Gu Lan laughed lightly, her lips curling up enchantingly, "However many you have, I have just as many."

"...Haha!"

Ren Fengxing laughed, aware that both were keeping their cards close to the chest.

His gaze scanned the surroundings. There were many lone wolves and solo players, either by themselves or in small groups, wandering in the distance.

The scale of the Orc Tribe is quite large, and most importantly, each one looks like a tough contender, with broad shoulders and thick waists, making them seem hard to deal with.

Those solo players, being neither able to form large groups nor confident enough to sneak attacks on their own, can only hang around not far away, like a pack of hyenas waiting for a fierce beast to show a flaw, ready to leap and bite into the flesh at any moment.

The opportunity they are waiting for is, needless to say, the leading charge of our two big guilds.

"What do you think of them?" Ren Fengxing lifted his chin slightly.

Do those solo players think they can be opportunistic?

In what world does it work that easily?

Have the tough ones have their share, only for them to wait to rip a chunk off one's own body?

No way!

Either join the fight together, or go die first.

Thinking about sneaking a win? You'll have to see if I agree first.

Gu Lan raised an eyebrow, "Aren't you afraid of being cursed?"

The notoriety of the big guilds for clearing out zones and monopolizing them has already been widely spread in other games.

And because of the unique nature of this game, organizations from the outside world find it difficult to utilize their numerical advantages in its world, just like this mission, where the two big guilds that dominate the real world could each muster only…a secret number of players.

So if these solo players really start to hold a grudge, their path in Blackwater City may not be so smooth in the future.

Ren Fengxing looked provocatively at Gu Lan, "Are you scared?"

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"I'm not," Ren Fengxing snorted disdainfully, "With just them?"

The means of raiding by the big guilds don't rely just on sending out their original members.

Since the birth location of players who join the game cannot be chosen, recruiting players who have already created characters in the game is just as viable.

Most of these solo players have already been filtered once.

Since they are unwilling to submit to management, they are also utterly unable to band together and work towards the same goal.

Hatred? Is that more important than freedom? Experience more on empire

The resentment of a lone wolf isn't worth mentioning.

"Shall we go ahead then?"

Ren Fengxing nodded, "Let's do it."

Clear the zone.

The standard operating style of the big guilds.

Either join, don't watch, or…die.

Don't talk to me about tyranny or tyranny.

To play a game is to play with a smile!

Someone's got to smile, so why not me?

...

"Seems like they've noticed us, huh?"

"Could it be that Gu Lan woman took a fancy to me?"

"..."

The buddy beside gave him a look as if to say, "Your brain must be seriously sick."

"Why are they waving at us?"

"Why are they looking at us?"

"Why are they coming over here?"

A series of questions involuntarily rose in the hearts of the solo brothers.

The members of two well-known local guilds gathered together, a large group of people with various styles, brandishing weapons and looking menacing as they walked over, an image that was unsettling.

"Are we in their way?"

"Should we step aside?"

Then let's step aside.

The two brothers who deliberately stepped back a few paces found that the others adjusted their course to follow suit.

"It really seems like they're coming for us..."

"We didn't provoke them, did we?"

Closer and closer...the pressure became immense.

Looking at the leader of the group, a man with an aggressively smiling face, the two soloists couldn't help but shout from a distance, "Fengxing..."

"I know you haven't provoked us," Ren Fengxing cut them off directly, stepping forward briskly, "Not yet, but just staring at us here is pissing me off."

He held up two fingers, his face slightly lifted, "You have two choices, we either take on those son of a bitch Orcs together, or we give you a beating first."

Following that, Ren Fengxing revealed a row of shiny white teeth, "What's it gonna be?"