"Wait, what do you mean, 'All Villains'?"
Brother Fengze stared at Lu Bai, utterly bewildered.
Lu Bai didn't beat around the bush. "A newly formed group with a lot of energy. We've just taken over a few streets."
"So you've just started a little gang, and now you're trying to recruit my cousin?"
"Want to join? Your Iron Fist Club could come along too."
Brother Fengze fell silent, at a loss for words.
Objectively speaking, the only reason he hadn't immediately thrown Lu Bai and the others out was because of Xiao Xueyin.
From Xiao Fengze's perspective, the whole thing sounded absurd.
He was a Grandmaster martial artist, and he had an Iron Fist Club at his disposal.
Even though he hadn't built his organization to dominate the underworld, its standing in Chikan Bay was still far above that of the Miller Family and the like.
And now, a fledgling gang had the nerve to boast that it would swallow them up.
It was like Benbo'erba suddenly showing up in front of Tang Sanzang and his disciples and telling them to join his crew—so ridiculous, you'd have to be drunk to say it.
"Uh, no thanks. I'm not interested in that."
Brother Fengze shot Xiao Xueyin a probing look, unable to understand why his exceptionally gifted distant cousin had such an unreliable friend.
Xiao Xueyin glanced at Lu Bai. "Are you sure you can pull it off?"
The starting identity he'd randomly drawn for this round of Deathmatch Showdown was a good one. He'd started with a Grandmaster cousin and had also gained access to this world's cultivation methods.
But as for having any real affection for this cousin, that was nonsense.
Xiao Xueyin naturally considered the situation from a deathmatch participant's perspective. Given the circumstances, recruiting a local with