When he put down the phone, Lu PingAn was still a little dazed.
What had he done to make people hate him this much?
"Do you really have no idea? In the world of Professionals, you advance while others retreat. To get where you are today, how many people's chances to progress have you squeezed out?"
When rivals met on a narrow road, the brave prevailed. Lu PingAn might have seemed "peaceful," but every victory along his way had naturally been built atop his opponents' bones.
"Fine, fine. A bounty is a bounty."
It was not the first time someone had wanted his head.
Lu PingAn shrugged and did not take it too seriously.
This secret realm was not completely sealed off. Spectators came and went, and it seemed to have frequent contact with the outside world.
"Lu PingAn," Big Cat said, somewhat hesitantly.
"What's coming will come sooner or later. Isn't this how all Professionals live?"
Lu PingAn saw things clearly enough. He had long known that some things could not be avoided. To outsiders, this place was a cage meant to restrain him, but perhaps it was also the home field that suited him best.
"Since they have entered this cage, they must follow its rules. As for who has the advantage, just wait and see."
Of course, that was contingent on completing his set of "events."
"...What about them?"
"They've already blended into the crowd. But they don't have a fighter career path, so their usefulness is limited."
As the situation escalated, Lu PingAn naturally had no intention of holding out alone. On one hand, he used the logistics team to "upgrade" himself; on the other, he had some people blend in among the spectators.
Restricted by this bizarre secret realm, their combat power could not be