Divine Soldier Descends from the Heavens

After getting in the car, Chen Hao felt his heart pounding violently. Damn, I've never been in such a thrilling situation in my past life.

Fuck, these thugs are too goddamn shady. I originally planned to give them a little something so we could all be happy, but these bastards saw I was an easy target and decided to fleece me like a fat sheep.

Good thing I was quick-witted. It's a shame about that stack of flyers, though. Oh well, maybe these guys will end up being my customers too, who knows.

The driver drove for a bit, observed his surroundings, and saw that they had lost their tail. Chen Hao's actions had piqued his curiosity, so he casually asked, "Kid, what kind of business are you in?"

Sitting in the back seat, Chen Hao closed his eyes to rest, his mind replaying the slogans on the flyers. He wondered if "One Slash to 999" and "Every Slash is a Critical Hit" sounded better than "If You're My Bro, Take a Bite of This."

Hearing the uncle's question, Chen Hao's brain reacted instinctively. "A business where I cut people!" he replied.

Screeeech!

The sound of tires fiercely grinding against the asphalt.

The taxi screeched to a halt by the side of the road.

That's right, in Legend of Mir, the core gameplay of fighting monsters, leveling up, and hunting for treasure are just the process.

The true, eternal essence of Legend of Mir is PK, fighting each other. Therefore, the rewards from taking down a BOSS aren't necessarily higher than those from killing players in the wild.

A Sabuk siege battle, with several Guilds, hundreds or even thousands of people clashing – that was when the sky turned dark, the sun and moon lost their light, and the sky was stained red with blood.

And in Legend of Mir, the hottest spot wasn't any of the Boss lairs or the safe zones in the cities, but a place called Red Name Village, located in the lower right corner of the Mengzhong Province map.

It was a prison for the wicked, filled with countless vicious and belligerent individuals. Everyone's name was as red as fresh blood, having taken numerous lives. Even money couldn't get you out; you could only wait for your sentence to be served. It operated 24 hours a day. Of course, in private servers, Red Names could be removed... for an extra fee!

So, setting reality aside, Chen Hao wasn't wrong when he called Legend of Mir a business of cutting people. But clearly, the driver, a man in his fifties, had misunderstood. He took out 400 yuan from his wallet and handed it over.

"Kid, I won't take your money. Uncle is a few years older than you, let me give you some advice: the road ahead is long. It's not too late to turn back now!"

Uh oh, it looks like the uncle misunderstood.

Chen Hao took out the flyers he had and quickly explained.

The uncle looked at the greatsword depicted on the flyer, his expression a mix of doubt and belief. "It's really not a recruitment list for the mafia? It's some kind of game?"

After Chen Hao's repeated assurances, the vehicle slowly started moving again.

In the late winter and early spring of the Northeast, it got dark early. After driving for a few hours, they had only visited half the internet cafes.

Ice City truly lived up to its name as the provincial capital; there were so many internet cafes.

Just then, Chen Hao's phone rang. He answered, "Hello, who is this?"

"Old Ban, you've reached Ice City? Okay, hold on a sec~"

Chen Hao pulled the phone away from his ear, asked the driver for the name and address of the next internet cafe, and then relayed it to Pang Ban.

"I'll wait for you at the entrance of this internet cafe. It should be near the train station. Just take a taxi straight here!"

"Okay, got it. I'm hanging up!"

A few minutes later, they arrived at Supersonic Internet Cafe. As usual, the car drove a few dozen meters past it.

Chen Hao got out of the car and walked over with a stack of flyers.

As the saying goes, if you walk by the river often, you're bound to get your shoes wet.

This time, Chen Hao wasn't as lucky as before.

He managed to stall for a while with his silver tongue, but when he couldn't stall any longer, Chen Hao decided to try his old trick.

Just as he was about to run, he noticed two bouncers guarding the entrance. They immediately charged forward, one intercepting him, blocking Chen Hao at the doorway.

The people going in and out of the internet cafe maintained an attitude of "none of my business," though a few cast curious glances, secretly observing the scene.

The network administrator had seen it all before and pretended not to notice.

Chen Hao was immediately surrounded by five or six people. These thugs dragged him to a secluded, dark corner behind the internet cafe.

Seeing that the environment here was similar to the back of his own internet cafe, Chen Hao felt a pang of regret. If I'm going down, I'm going down. I should have waited for Old Ban to arrive before coming in!

"Go on, scream! Scream your lungs out, no one will save you. Don't be afraid to tell you, I have people in the police station in this district! It'll be useless even if you beat us, you know?"

"My Uncle Meng is the head of this police station..."

"I told you to shut up! I always say, keep a low profile, understand?"

The subordinate hadn't even finished speaking before his boss smacked him.

The leader approached Chen Hao, his eyes sinister, and sneered, "Brother doesn't have much patience. Hand over all the money you have on you, and we'll let you go. Otherwise, we brothers aren't just here for a chat." The leader's eyes were like a wolf's, fixed on his prey.

" Tch, I didn't say I wouldn't pay. Why are you pushing me?" Chen Hao shoved away the hand reaching for him. He lowered his head, his expression shifting uncertainly, then looked up with a fawning smile. "Big Brother, how about this? Leave me a hundred yuan to take a taxi home, and I'll give you the rest."

"Ah, that's more like it. If you'd had this kind of sense from the start, we brothers wouldn't have had to make such a fuss." Seeing the leader nod.

Chen Hao leaned in, pretending to take out his wallet. His head was lowered, but a fierce glint appeared in his eyes, and he gritted his teeth.

Damn it, I'll risk it!

Suddenly, taking advantage of his proximity, Chen Hao exploded into action, a surprise knee strike to the leader's groin. The leader doubled over in pain, and the next moment, his eyes were gouged, and he let out a howl as he fell to the ground.

Everything happened in a flash, too quickly for the onlookers to react.

Chen Hao pressed his advantage, straddling the leader and raining blows down on him. The next moment, Chen Hao felt a sharp pain in his back. The leader's subordinates weren't just for show; they had reacted and were now engaged in a "save the boss" operation.

Chen Hao really didn't know how to fight, but he had learned a few dirty tricks from Pang Ban at home recently, specifically targeting the eyes, throat, and groin as vital areas. He hadn't expected them to be so useful.

He knew for sure he wasn't a match for this group, so he stubbornly clung to their leader and beat him relentlessly. He became a conduit, whoever hit him, he hit the leader back. He took countless punches and kicks, and the leader took just as many.

With one misstep, Chen Hao was kicked flying.

The leader, having escaped, was covered in blood, hunched over. He looked like the sect leader of the Wudang sect, his eyes blinking, his expression venomous. He appeared much worse off than Chen Hao.

Chen Hao leaned against the wall, staggering to his feet. Pain shot through his body. He squinted, baring his teeth, and snarled, "Damn it, kill me today if you dare! I'll take one of you down with me before I die! Who's first?"

"Kid, you've got guts! Murder is illegal, but beating you until your parents don't recognize you is something we can do, and we're very experienced at it! Who's next? How childish. Boys, beat him to a pulp!"

Several people charged at Chen Hao together, their momentum terrifying. Chen Hao instinctively closed his eyes and immediately covered his head, crouching down to minimize his exposed area and protect his vital points.

He had only succeeded with a surprise attack earlier. Rushing in now would be pure foolishness. He had no choice but to brace himself.

The next moment, Chen Hao found that the expected pain didn't come. Instead, cries of surprise and strange yelps erupted from the other side.

He opened his eyes and saw a hero from Liangshan, carrying a huge backpack, had appeared out of nowhere. With a flying kick, he sent two people flying.

Seeing this, they immediately shifted their focus, deciding to deal with this unexpected interloper first. They surrounded the newcomer.

The hero struck first. Without any apparent effort, he dashed forward two steps, thrusting his hip, twisting his waist, and dropping his shoulder, directly slamming one of them into the wall next to Chen Hao. With a bang, the man slid to the ground, motionless and dejected.

He took a punch to the chest from the side, then swung his arm, sweeping the opponent to the ground, kicking up dust.

As if he had eyes in the back of his head, he turned his head to dodge an ambush from behind. The attacker was the leader of this gang.

With a hidden sweeping kick, he sent the opponent forward and into the air. His right hand lightning-fastly gripped the man's neck. His muscles tensed, and his arm slowly lifted, showcasing his terrifying arm strength with immense visual impact.

The leader dangled in the air, struggling fruitlessly. After a while, his struggles gradually ceased. The leader's face turned from pale to red, then to purple. Just as purple was about to turn to a deep crimson, the man released his grip.

The leader collapsed to the ground like a puddle of mud, coughing and gasping for air.

The two who had been kicked away earlier had just gotten back up when their side was already wiped out. They exchanged a look, realizing the situation was bad, and fled. They didn't even care about their boss.

It was unclear if they were going to get reinforcements or if they had truly run away.

The man watched them flee without pursuing. He stood his ground, an impassable barrier, invincible to gods and demons!

After a pause, the man with the backpack walked to Chen Hao and squatted down. His face was revealed, his usual expressionless demeanor giving way to an unrestrained arrogance.

If it wasn't Pang Ban, then who could it be!