It turned out that when negotiating with these native Marauders, violence was still much more convenient.
Hearing the other party's panicked reply, Man with Gun raised an eyebrow and flipped his right hand.
Without him seeming to do anything, the knife that had been pressed against Rosas's throat vanished instantly.
"It's all yours."
"Don't worry. This is my specialty."
Old Daoist nodded and confidently stroked his freshly trimmed, ostentatious goatee. A "kind" smile appeared on his face.
He adjusted his approach according to the person. There were hard methods for dealing with tough nuts, and soft methods for dealing with soft persimmons.
"Oh, my old friend, you actually know of another entrance to the Wandering Jungle?"
Old Daoist lowered himself, forcibly bringing his gaze level with the other man's so they could make direct eye contact.
Although his Blue Star Language was very fluent and posed no problems for ordinary communication,
Rosas, who lay on the ground, could still sense the other man's utterly out-of-place air.
"I—I know. And—and there's more than one."
The crazy Mole People had launched a nuclear war once again, dropping the nuclear weapons right at their doorstep.
No one knew what kind of medicine those damn Radiation Beasts in the city had taken. Their combat power had doubled in the space of a single night.
In a way, this heavy fog was even more terrifying than the cold winter.
And everyone knew that there were no prisoners in Qinggang City during winter.
No Gathering Place would keep useless people around to consume food, much less a Marauder like him.
If he wanted to live, he could only display as much value as possible.
"If I have you lead the way now, how long will it take us to get there?"
"I'm afraid... we can't get