The Whole City United

"See? As expected, it attracted that Smiling Face."

In an old residential building across the street, Huangfu Zhuo noticed Lu Bai's figure descending from the sky and turned to Changhu to speak.

Changhu's expression wasn't good. "Is there anything to be happy about?"

Without a doubt, the chaos among the fighters was not a trap they had deliberately set; it was purely an accident.

They were originally considering how to deal with Lu Bai, but unfortunately, after two days of discussion, they hadn't come to any conclusions.

The chasm-like gap between them and Lu Bai finally made one of the Replicant in their team restless.

To put it bluntly, the two sides, the Deathmatchers and the Replicant, lack sufficient common interests.

For those who engage in deathmatch, they are gambling with their lives.

From the perspective of Replicant, this is simply a game where you can start over after a failure.

Since it's a game, the most important thing is, of course, that it's fun.

If all we can do is hide and wait patiently for this Deathmatch Showdown to end, what's the difference between that and being in jail?

So instead of continuing to play the loving family game with these die-hards, it's better to find some excitement yourself.

Coincidentally, there was more than one Replicant with this idea.

So when the Deathmatchers woke up this morning and discovered several corpses, they immediately erupted into a rage.

Admittedly, the Deathmatchers have no way of accurately identifying which are Replicant.

But so what?

After spending some time together, there will always be a few people you suspect.

The tense fighters exchanged a few questions, and if they lost their composure even slightly, they immediately started fighting.

Those with a modicum of sense, like Huangfu Zhuo and his ilk, immediately distanced themselves from the chaotic scene upon realizing the situation was turning against them, fearing they might get caught in the crossfire.

"Isn't this something to be happy about? It would be best if they were all dead, and we could just coast into the top ten."

Huangfu Zhuo lit a cigarette and put it in his mouth, his tone turning slightly cold. "From the first day I joined this so-called group, I knew these guys wouldn't amount to anything."

"Yes, you've been silent since yesterday."

Changhu waved his hand twice in front of him, trying to dispel the smell of smoke, and continued, "I don't believe you can't see that quite a few of these guys are just going with the flow. They're trying to use the name of racial narrative to try and get on the same side as that Smiling Face."

Upon hearing this, Huangfu Zhuo laughed dismissively.

"Then they're thinking too simplistically. Judging from your impression of that Smiling Face, that person isn't exactly kind-hearted."

"So you're planning to use their lives to scout the way for you, right?"

Huangfu Zhuo, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, retorted, "Aren't you one too?"

Changhu's eyelids drooped. "If you keep rambling on like this, I'll kill you first."

"Okay, okay, don't get so angry."

Huangfu Zhuo shrugged. "Then I'll be blunt. You're definitely not going to hang out with Smiling Face. If that person accepts Death Fighters, I'll abandon you and go hang out with Smiling Face too."

If Smiling Face takes down all those guys, then we can get even closer. But if we don't make it into the top ten by the end of this Deathmatch Showdown, I'll find another chance to kill you."

When he talked about killing Changhu, his tone didn't show any obvious fluctuations, as if he were joking.

But Changhu knew very well that the sinister-looking guy in front of him was absolutely capable of doing such a thing.

Therefore, he wasn't dissatisfied, but nodded seriously. "You also need to be careful, don't give me a chance to kill you first."

[Bite!]

[Points +6, Current Points: 208, Current Rank: 1/18]

Lu Bai squatted in front of the corpse of a death fighter and wiped the bloodstains on his hands with the body's clothes.

During this time, he casually glanced up and looked around at the four death fighters who were still standing.

"... What do you think?"

Guan Jin crossed his arms, his back slightly bent, and his face was all smiles, completely lacking the arrogant demeanor he had shown in front of Changhu.

"I think I understand what you mean."

Lu Bai scratched the back of his head with a slightly awkward expression, a friendly smile appearing on his face as he asked, "But how can you prove that you are Deathmatchers and not Replicant?"

Guan Jin was clearly a little nervous, and carefully considered his words before speaking, "I suppose the Replicant wouldn't be as subservient as us real deathmatchers, would they?"

When he spoke of the phrase "humbly and modestly," he showed no embarrassment whatsoever; on the contrary, he seemed quite proud.

"Yeah, Boss Smiling Face, we deathmatchers still need to stick together."

"We should unite and wipe out these damn Replicant."

The other three deathmatchers present were in the same boat, their expressions looking much the same as Guan Jin's.

It was mainly Lu Bai's harmless demeanor that gave them too much room for imagination.

Unfortunately, Lu Bai himself did not intend to carefully distinguish between them.

He slowly stood up, raising his arms to the sides.

"That's a good suggestion, but I decline."

Before he finished speaking, he clapped his arms together with a loud slap, and said in a deep voice, "Destructive Death Ray!"

With the help of the Golden Core, a continuous stream of Internal Energy emanated from his clasped palms.

Like an invisible giant wave, it instantly swept over the four fighters present.

[Bite!]

[Points +8, Current Points: 216, Current Rank: 1/14]

After doing all this, he turned around and looked at the group of thugs around him, asking with a grin, "Do you recognize me?"

A man who looked like a minor leader immediately shouted, "All members of the Golden Han Gang salute the Spokesperson!"

Even if these thugs didn't know Lu Bai, they knew what Spokesperson was.

Everyone present bowed their heads in unison, leaving Lu Bai with only their skulls in his field of vision.

"Very good."

Lu Bai waved his hand. "Then I'll leave the cleaning up to you."

Having said that, he walked past the encirclement formed by the thugs and strolled away leisurely.

Even though Lu Bai had his back to them, the squad leader didn't dare to look up, and just continued to shout, "All members of the Golden Han Gang respectfully see off the Spokesperson!"

South of the city, the territory of the Hua Yue Association.

Misa dragged a middle-aged man, who was beaten to the point of near death, to the Xiong Pi.

The Grandmaster from various factions, including Heide, Thirteen Yao, and A She, followed behind Misa.

Misa tossed the middle-aged man in her arms at the Xiong Pi's feet like trash.

"Warden, you may declare this over."

"You guys really went all out; I almost didn't recognize Hua San."

Xiong Pi looked down at the president of the Hua Yue Association, a barely suppressed excitement gradually appearing on his face. "In this way, we've taken over the remaining territory in the city, and we can finally report back."