Reward You with a Hundred Kowtows

"So, have you thought it through?"

The white youth sneered, his gaze sweeping over the Dragon Nation players like a knife, his tone filled with condescending pressure.

The pent-up humiliation and anger finally erupted at this moment.

A player from the Dragon Nation, his eyes bloodshot, suddenly looked up and roared, "You won't get away with it!"

But before his voice had even faded, a line of dark guns were pointed at them.

The young white man still wore a relaxed, mocking smile, as if he were just playing a trivial game. "Now? Have you... made up your minds?"

Staring at the dense, dark rows of gun muzzles, the Dragon Nation player who had just roared froze, his anger instantly extinguished by a chilling fear.

His heart pounded, and his voice trembled uncontrollably. "You... you dare to kill people in a settlement?!"

The young white man scoffed as if he'd heard the funniest joke, his eyes filled with utter contempt as he retorted, "Why wouldn't you dare?"

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the few isolated and helpless Dragon Nation players, his tone cruel and blunt. "If I kill you, do you think anyone will avenge you?"

These words struck them like a heavy stone, hitting them hard in the heart.

The faces of the several Dragon Nation players instantly turned ashen, their lips trembling, yet they couldn't utter a single word.

They knew better than anyone else that they were just ordinary Freelance Player, without any gang support, powerful figures to protect them, backgrounds, or powerful backers.

Even if they were killed today, they would be like a speck of dust blown away by the wind; no one would remember them, and no one would stand up to avenge them.

Despair, like a tide, silently engulfed them.

My knees feel a little weak.

Do we really have to kneel?

No, that won't do. If they kneel down, they'll never be able to get up again.

"I'm giving you ten seconds to kneel and kowtow a hundred times, or you're dead."

The young white man slowly began the countdown.

9.

8.

The cold numbers fell one by one, each syllable like a heavy hammer blow to the hearts of several people.

With death looming and humiliating demands pushing their limits, the players from the Dragon Nation were plunged into extreme agony.

On one hand, there is the choice to abandon dignity and kneel in humiliation; on the other hand, there is the choice to face the gun and embrace death. The two choices are constantly pulling at each other, and one's heart is filled with resentment, anger, fear, and struggle.

3.

2.

Just as the last number from the white youth's mouth was about to be uttered, a clear voice suddenly pierced the tense, suffocating air.

"Can you afford to kowtow a hundred times?"

"Who?!"

The white youth's face hardened, and he demanded an explanation in a stern voice.

In an instant, hundreds of eyes in the entire audience turned to look in the direction of the sound.

On the east side of the gathering place, a small team of players from the Dragon Nation were walking towards them at a leisurely pace.

"They're our people! They're players from Dragon Nation!"

The players who had been driven to the brink of despair instantly brightened up, their faces bursting with the ecstatic joy of escaping a desperate situation.

Great! Finally, some of their compatriots have arrived. They are saved!

But this euphoria didn't last long.

As the group drew closer and came into clear view, the burning hope in their eyes dimmed little by little, as if doused with cold water.

Too young.

The players on this team are far too young.

Their faces were young and inexperienced, and they had no equipment; their weapons were even lower level than the others.

This is a team even weaker than them. Although there's a Profession player in the team, how could one person possibly handle so many foreign players?

The hopes that had just been rekindled among them sank once again.

"You must leave now."

One of the players from the Dragon Nation suddenly shouted at Xiao Fan and his group, seemingly remembering something.

If these foreigners want to kill them, they can't possibly let the other Dragon Nation players in the settlement go.

Because if this gets out, it won't be good for these foreigners either.

He couldn't bear to see the other players from the Dragon Nation in danger.

Before he could finish speaking, a burly man behind the white youth suddenly stepped forward and swung his long stick, smashing it hard into the Dragon Nation player!

With a muffled thud, the player, in pain, staggered and collapsed to his knees, his face instantly turning deathly pale.

"Who gave you permission to speak?" the white youth asked in a sinister tone, his cold eyes fixed on him.

"No one can save you today."

Not far away, the Dragon Nation team seemed to completely ignore their compatriots' warnings and continued walking.

Xiao Fan's gaze swept over his fallen compatriots, and a chilling coldness suddenly appeared in his eyes.

He slowly raised his head, his gaze fixed on the white youth opposite him, his voice as cold as ice, and asked, word by word:

Who did it?

The burly man who had made the move next to the white youth strode forward, walked straight up to Xiao Fan, raised his chin, and looked him up and down with a mocking and provocative expression.

"I was the one who did it. What, you want an explanation?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a dark shadow flashed between the two of them, moving so fast that it was almost impossible to catch with the naked eye. The burly man felt a slight, sharp pain on his neck, and his consciousness vanished in an instant as his body fell straight backward.

The unexpected turn of events caused an uproar at the scene.

"What's going on?" Exclamations rose and fell as everyone present looked around in astonishment.

How could this person have died so mysteriously?

The white youth stared wide-eyed at the corpse at his feet, his face filled with disbelief.

He had been standing just behind the burly man, only a few steps away, and his gaze had never left the front of him, yet he hadn't caught a single movement or a single figure from the beginning.

Amidst his shock, a strange chill crept up his spine.

The white youth shuddered, abruptly raising his eyes to stare intently at Xiao Fan, his voice trembling slightly. "Was it... was it you who did it?"

Xiao Fan shrugged slightly, his expression nonchalant, his tone slightly mocking. "Congratulations on getting it right. Your reward will be a hundred kowtows to us."

"It really is you."

When the young white man recovered from his shock and looked at Xiao Fan again, his heart was filled with even more turmoil.

He was clearly watching this person the whole time, but he didn't see him make a move. How did he manage to kill his own man?

The young white man grew increasingly frightened; no matter what, the fact that the person in front of him could kill silently was terrifying.

A wise man doesn't suffer a loss he can avoid.

He doesn't need to go head-to-head with skilled players.

Thinking of this, the young white man suddenly put on a smile.

"My lord, it was all a misunderstanding. We were just joking with your players. If we offended you in any way, I apologize on your behalf."

Xiao Fan sneered and said coldly, mimicking the words of the young white man earlier.

"You think you can just brush it all off with a casual apology?"