Whoosh~
The sharp bone blade pulled free, dragging a gush of blood from the corpse.
The bone blade softened like water, turning back into a left hand.
"Ungrateful bastard."
Changhu shook his hand and spat at the corpse.
Er Xi fell silent. He really wanted to ask why Changhu had been so quick to act when the other man hadn't outright refused and had clearly been considering it.
But what came out of his mouth was something else.
"Thanks for your help, Brother Changhu."
Changhu nodded, then turned to look at the few uneasy Deathmatch Arena fighters behind Er Xi.
He grinned. "We've recruited this many good brothers. That should be enough, right?"
"Yeah. We've basically recruited all the fighters still in this old district."
Er Xi continued, "Let's head back first and discuss what to do next with everyone."
Changhu gave him a faintly amused look.
"Sure. Let's go back."
The old district, still the same luxuriously renovated house.
The spacious living room was packed with people. At first glance, it looked like a party, but the atmosphere was nowhere near as lively.
Most of them didn't know one another, so few people spoke.
Even though the dozens of Deathmatch Arena fighters present had gathered because of Lu Bai's threat, they were clearly wary of these "comrades" too.
There weren't many lone-wolf fighters—three or four at most. The active lone wolves had probably already been eliminated.
The rest were clearly divided into seven small groups, keeping their distance from one another.
Changhu lounged carelessly on the sofa with one leg crossed over the other, his whole body slack, as if he had no guard up at all.
Glasses Man glanced at Changhu but said nothing. He simply stood up and clapped his hands, drawing everyone's attention to himself.