The two men in identical uniforms rode over on horseback.
At that moment, Agent Feng considered many possibilities, but without a shared language, none of them would be easy to pull off.
The best idea he came up with was to use that bag of Iron Coins to buy one of their guns, even if it was just the revolver hanging at their waists.
But Agent Feng thought of another problem.
If he took out the money, would he even be able to leave alive?
Not to mention that icy crystal he had touched. He didn't recognize it, but maybe they did. These people rode horses across the wasteland and carried guns. They were clearly important figures. What if they robbed him?
He had only just entered the game and hadn't even completed the newbie quest. He didn't have a single spare Clone. If he died, who knew how long he would have to wait to revive? Forgiveness Hat had said that dying without a backup Clone came with severe penalties, and repeated deaths could even result in an Account Ban.
This game was so fun. He didn't want to die.
So the best choice was to pretend nothing had happened, act like a scavenger, and keep his head down without speaking.
"But..."
Agent Feng looked at their equipment and felt reluctant to give up.
As he thought that, the two men rode up beside him.
Without another word, they pulled out the rifles on their backs and aimed them at Agent Feng's head.
"What do you do?"
Agent Feng looked at his own clothes and his garbage-picking appearance. He had no idea why they were aiming at him.
He couldn't understand them either.
He pointed at his ears, opened his mouth, and said, "Ah-ba ah-ba~"
After he gestured for