A dozen or so people had already closed in from all directions.
The young woman at the front looked to be in her twenties. Her features were delicate yet resolute, and her violet eyes resembled stars blooming amid the sunset—deep and bright. Her short purple hair was neat and sharp, giving her a valiant air.
"Robbery! Hand over everything valuable! We only want money, not your lives!"
Thinking the three of them had been frightened, the purple-haired woman spoke again, her voice somewhat gentler than before.
"You dare rob us without even asking who we are? Aren't you afraid of breaking your teeth?" The woman's strength was close to that of a Soul Emperor, and she did not seem very old either. Ning Rongrong vaguely had a guess.
"Our Purple Pearl Pirate Group has never had anyone we didn't dare rob." Beside the woman, a thin, bamboo-pole-like man who seemed to be her strategist stepped forward and raised his voice.
"If you want to live, pay up!"
"Kid, you should find out who you're dealing with before robbing someone." Dugu Bo cast a cold glance at the tall, skinny man acting as the strategist.
In an instant, the man's head buzzed. Foam spilled from his mouth as he collapsed unconscious to the ground.
"Wang Cai!" The woman's expression changed drastically when she saw her companion fall. It was not just Wang Cai—her other companions also began fainting one after another.
"Who are you?" Her body trembled slightly as she turned toward Ning Rongrong and the others, seeking an answer. But when she saw Soul Rings slowly rise around Dugu Bo, cold sweat appeared on her forehead.
"Ti... Titled Douluo!"
They were finished. They had kicked an iron plate!
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