"But this is Bro's order," the first gold-medal assassin said.
Everyone fell silent.
In the end, they decided to be ruthless.
They would cut off the Seven Cities United Commerce Association at its roots.
Completing Bro's order was what mattered most.
Otherwise, they would never have any chance to improve again.
However, to avoid doing the killing themselves, they decided to hire Ordinary People.
Yes, this world naturally had Ordinary People as well.
Some had fallen from being players, while others were natives—in other words, NPCs.
There would be no Heavenly Punishment for killing Ordinary People...
Because the greatest Heavenly Punishment was the limit on one's lifespan.
Once the time came, no matter how glorious one had been in life, one would still vanish.
In this regard, Wasteland players possessed a particular advantage.
Yet many people took it for granted, as though it were nothing unusual.
After everything Zhang Si Shui had gone through, he felt rather conflicted about this.
People never cherished what they already had.
Soon afterward, the Seven Cities Commerce Association was massacred.
The slaughter left rivers of blood.
Night Rain Tower's way was simple: kill, kill, kill.
Because of his past experiences, Zhang Si Shui naturally felt no mercy.
So what if they were Ordinary People? Ordinary People had never shown him any kindness either.
They had deceived and bullied him in all kinds of ways when he had been a newcomer.
He still could not forget how an Ordinary Person had cheated him out of his first wages.
He had worked hard to find a job and earned one Bottle Cap, then hurried off to buy a portion of fitness jerky.
But with that single Bottle Cap, the other person said he should hand it over first, and they would go get the jerky for