I Admit I Took a Gamble

"I'll give you one more chance. Answer immediately and hand over the items, our lord requests your presence!"

This time, Number Two clearly had the urge to take action.

"...We'll hand them over."

Huang Weiyang sighed, choosing to compromise.

There was no other way; sometimes you just have to admit that having more people is indeed impressive.

"Wouldn't it have been better to do this sooner? I actually thought you were so badass that you wanted to take on ten people at once."

Li Hang said disdainfully, not knowing why.

Acting like a fox borrowing a tiger's might was actually somewhat satisfying.

Following that, these people had their hands pinned behind their backs and were escorted back like prisoners.

Soon, they saw Colin and the others sitting amidst the fog.

After Number Two, Li Hang, and the others brought the people over, they whispered a few words to Colin and then left.

Huang Weiyang couldn't help but linger his gaze on the woman in the white-and-gold clerical robe, but seemingly remembering something, he didn't dare to look for long, nor did he dare to resist.

He had heard from Li Hang earlier that the one who truly crushed them was the woman summoned by this special character card.

Immediately, he looked toward Colin, but before he could observe much, he suddenly heard a voice from ahead.

"Open your backpack and let me see."

See? How could it be as simple as just looking?

We've already handed over our lifelines to you!

Huang Weiyang's expression changed, and he saw gloating looks on the faces of the other unknown survivors behind Colin.

Could he endure this?

Huang Weiyang's face flushed red. He had always considered himself a proud person; how was this behavior any different from pulling down his pants?

But at that moment, his pant leg was suddenly kicked. The guy who had asked him for lewd pictures earlier signaled him to look to the side.

He cast a glance and saw some corpses piled on the ground that were clearly not Aberrations, and his anger quickly deflated.

Forget it, forget it. Anyway, the most important Parchment, Synthesis Table, and Hurricane Lamp had already been taken.

Since his underwear had already been stripped, having his pants pulled down was nothing.

After comforting himself, he opened his backpack, his heart bleeding as he watched his treasures being taken away one by one.

"Oh, right, hand over the authority of your servants to me as well."

Colin said nonchalantly.

A capitalist once told him that exploitation shouldn't be rushed; it had to be done step by step.

On the other side, another team encountered Colin's group.

But surprisingly, there were people here who had also fused with "Ordinary Filthy Blood," and there were quite a few of them.

Clearly, they only had one reason for coming to this barren land.

The Niter Mine.

"Hand over the Parchment, Hurricane Lamp, and Synthesis Table, then come with us. Otherwise, you can just stay here forever."

Number Two looked at the three lords and their dozens of subordinates before him without fear.

"Your lord? Tsk, interesting."

The lead survivor looked at the Hurricane Lamps lighting up the surroundings and the hundreds of people in the light, taking a deep breath.

Afterward, he looked at Li Hang in the crowd, observed him briefly, and sneered: "It seems you are not their lord."

This was actually easy to see; after all, servants have a natural fear or respect for their lord.

These people didn't have a trace of that in their eyes when looking at him.

Facing his words, Li Hang just shrugged and said: "Brother, if you want to surrender, do it quickly. Stop with the posturing, or you'll be crying in a moment."

"Heh,"

That lord looked around at the surroundings, watching the sharp axes without fear, and sneered:

"Has your turtle-like lord never told you that some people cannot be defeated by numbers alone? Not everyone is as weak as you think. There are strengths and weaknesses even among lords."

He was very confident, seemingly possessing some trump card that could turn the current situation around.

"Yes, yes, yes. I just love people like you who like to talk tough; it's exciting to break you in."

Facing the opponent's mockery, Li Hang smiled indifferently. Since he had decided to "pledge loyalty" to Colin, he would naturally use his full strength and not underestimate any opponent.

After all, he had just flipped his car because he underestimated an enemy.

The next second, several servants appeared in each team carrying half-man-high wooden barrels.

Li Hang didn't hesitate to take out a small piece of wood shavings, lit it, and flicked it to the ground. A flame ignited, emitting a large amount of pungent odor.

The fire spread rapidly toward the feet of those survivors.

Only then did the survivor notice traces of something buried not far ahead of him.

These buried traces were slanted, aimed directly at them.

With Colin's cheat-like "map hack," Li Hang found dealing with others as easy as playing cards with wallhacks.

The area nearby was already filled with explosives!

"Do you want to bet on whether our powder kegs are actually filled with Black Powder?"

Li Hang stared at him.

"You've got guts!"

The confident survivor's gaze darkened; listening to the sizzling sound of burning powder, he shot him a cold look.

Clenching his fists, after a brief moment of thought, he finally said, "I'll hand it over."

Without any wasted words, he tossed out the three-piece core set for survivors, and seeing this, the other two had no choice but to make the same decision.

The flames were extinguished.

From start to finish, no one had ever treated this "game" as a game; everyone knew the price of death and was unwilling to die easily.

If there hadn't been explosives, he might have found a way to win this battle, but the presence of Black Powder changed everything.

Even without firearms or artillery, the result would be the same if they charged in with powder kegs to detonate themselves.

At this point, everyone knew that the lives of servants were the least valuable of all.

They could never believe that a lord hiding behind the scenes would cherish these guys in the slightest.

Therefore, in their view, the only outcome was that they would be blown to bits before the person hiding in the back finally emerged.

To die like this without even knowing who the opposing lord was—that would be truly frustrating.

"Consider yourself sensible."

Li Hang breathed a sigh of relief inwardly.

"Looks like you aren't all that loyal after all."

Hearing the mockery, Li Hang didn't change his expression: "I admit there was an element of gambling involved, but you lost, didn't you?"

"Seeing as your performance was decent, keep it up, and maybe you'll have a chance to be sent out as a 'consultant' by our boss just like me."

"By the way, what's your name?"

Li Hang was always enthusiastic toward "compatriots" who had already surrendered—the schadenfreude kind of enthusiastic.

"Li Chou."

"Same surname, huh? Hello, hello, I'm also surnamed Li. Want me to put in a good word for you with the boss later so you don't have to go mine?"

"Heh, there are nearly a hundred million people with the same surname as you."

"Oh, right. Open your backpack and let me see what your trump card for a comeback was. Tsk, 'Flesh Mushroom.' I thought it would be something impressive."

Li Hang curled his lip, "Is that it?"

"You've seen it before?"

The survivor who called himself Li Chou narrowed his eyes at these words, his gaze dropping as a seemingly imperceptible light flashed through his eyes.