To Distinguish Factions, Everyone Needs the Same Face

Around him stood countless villainous cannon-fodder extras who looked exactly like the assassin who had targeted Fei Xiao, identical in both appearance and clothing—as if the author had been too lazy to invent new characters and had simply used one template for the entire villain faction.

Behind him was a picture of a stick figure with a wineglass for a head, making a peace sign.

It looked utterly out of place, yet for some reason, it fit the current scene perfectly. It was inexplicably absurd, but somehow made people want to bow down in worship.

As though it was more than just a picture—as though it carried the gaze of a creator from some higher-dimensional world.

Suddenly, Fei Xiao appeared there.

"Time to close the net!" (?ì_í?)

Fei Xiao stared fixedly at the Cotton-Multiplier boss before her, the one who looked no different from the mass-produced villain grunts except for the scar on his face.

She completely ignored the densely packed villain grunts around her.

It was as if they did not exist at all.

Of course, as the Heavenly Strike General, Fei Xiao had every right to act that way.

If she wished, she could wipe all of these people out in an instant.

The only reason she did not was because she knew that capturing more of them would be useless. As long as she caught the scar-faced man before her, the Cotton-Multiplier Group would collapse.

Upon hearing Fei Xiao's voice, Scarface finally raised his head, which had been lowered all this time.

He did not seem the least bit surprised by Fei Xiao's sudden arrival. Instead, he spread his arms in welcome.

"Welcome, General!"

Scarface spoke calmly, as though everything was under his control.

If they had not been enemies, one might have thought from his behavior