The White Team Flees

Watching the group of foreign players leave, one of the Dragon Nation players couldn't help but sigh softly, his eyes filled with deep regret and resentment.

He shook his head and sighed softly, "Ah, what a pity."

He stopped himself abruptly before he could finish speaking, the second half of his sentence remaining unspoken.

The few Dragon Nation players present all understood the unspoken meaning behind his words.

In this gathering place, the number of players from the Dragon Nation was far too small, and they were outnumbered and outmatched, unable to compete with the large number of foreign players.

If they had enough allies from the Dragon Nation, they wouldn't have let these people leave so easily.

They could have easily seized the opportunity to kill all the foreign players who witnessed the entire process, leaving no one alive.

In this way, the case would be airtight, leaving no room for rebuttal.

Even if the Cannon later learns that its only son was killed by a player from the Dragon Nation.

He neither knew Xiao Fan's ID nor his appearance, and all the people he had seen Xiao Fan kill were dead.

No witnesses, no clues, no trace. Where is he supposed to find all these players?

Even if Cannon is a top powerhouse on the global combat power list and wields immense power, it will be completely helpless and will ultimately have to suffer in silence, swallowing its anger.

Sigh, everyone's gone now, there's no point in saying anything more.

The Dragon Nation players present felt a wave of fear and were secretly relieved. Fortunately, Xiao Fan had not revealed any real information from beginning to end, only using the pseudonym "Huang Quan" to fool the foreigners.

A false identity should be able to temporarily slow down the Cannon's pursuit and buy them a lot of time.

Upon careful consideration, the fault ultimately lies entirely with them.

If they hadn't been so impatient earlier, they wouldn't have brought such a huge hidden danger upon themselves, dragging their benefactor into this enormous trouble for no reason.

After this incident, they will never again speak carelessly in front of foreign players, regardless of the occasion.

Filled with guilt and self-reproach, the Dragon Nation players quickly walked up to Xiao Fan, bowing their heads with expressions full of remorse.

"I'm so sorry, my benefactor! We were reckless, we dragged you down, and we caused you a lot of trouble. I'm truly sorry!"

"Fine."

Xiao Fan waved his hand dismissively, his expression indifferent.

"It's nothing, a mere Cannon is nothing to me."

"Even if he can't find my real information now, it doesn't matter if he manages to find me someday by following the clues."

At this point, a chilling glint flashed in Xiao Fan's eyes. "At worst, I'll personally escort him down there, so he can reunite with his precious son."

Everyone:...

Fine, I'll just say you're spreading false information. Whatever you say goes.

No one took Xiao Fan's words to heart.

Cannon, a powerhouse that gained fame early on, is not something so simple.

In the Dragon Nation, besides Jian Qingfeng, Shen Long, and the Dragon Nation's official authorities, perhaps only the newly rising Jiu Chen can deal with him.

"Never mind, they've already run away."

Several players from the Dragon Nation lowered their heads and said.

Xiao Fan looked at the entrance to the gathering place.

"Did they run away? I doubt it..."

Watching Ye Bugu and Qin Muyu disappear behind him, Xiao Fan smiled faintly and said nothing more.

The white youth's men were terrified. None of them dared to stop for a moment, their steps were frantic, and they were only concerned with fleeing in panic.

Xiao Fan's decisive and unfathomable strength lingered in everyone's minds like a nightmare, filling them with extreme fear that the terrifying figure behind them would catch up at any moment.

The group carefully carried the white youth's body and ran forward with all their might.

They ran for what seemed like an eternity until the outline of the gathering place behind them completely disappeared from sight, leaving no trace. Only then did they dare to stop, their legs trembling, and gasp for breath.

After a brief respite, boundless despair and panic once again engulfed the entire team.

Everyone looked at each other, their faces ashen, their eyes filled with fear and helplessness.

"What should we do now? Young Master is dead! If Lord Cannon finds out, we're all doomed."

A young player could no longer hold back his tension; his face was contorted with grief, and his voice trembled and choked with uncontrollable sobs.

These words instantly plunged the entire team into complete silence.

Everyone remained silent, a heavy atmosphere of oppression and fear filling the air. No one dared to speak, nor could they think of any way to escape.

Everyone knew the ruthlessness of Cannon; these followers had absolutely no chance of survival.

After a long silence, the most senior and oldest player in the group slowly raised his head, a hint of gloom and determination flashing in his eyes. He suppressed his fear and spoke in a deep voice.

"At this point, this is all we can say. That player named Huang Quan has bizarre and unpredictable skills. He suddenly unleashed his power during the battle, blasting all of us away and forcibly throwing us off the battlefield, completely isolating us from the outside."

"We watched helplessly as he single-handedly killed the young master. We tried our best to stop him and intervene, but we couldn't even touch him. We were completely powerless to resist and couldn't stop this tragedy from happening."

He took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and continued to refine his elaborate story, hoping to give everyone a glimmer of hope. "We'll say that we swore to stay and avenge our young master, but that person's strength was far too terrifying and overwhelming; we were no match for him. In order to protect our young master's body and prevent him from dying unjustly in the wilderness, we had no choice but to endure the humiliation and bear the infamy, risking our lives to flee with his corpse."

Hearing him say that, the other players immediately understood.

"Big brother, you have a good idea. Let's say it this way."

After checking a few more details, everyone felt relieved.

Previously, they dared not send messages to the Cannon, but now that they had agreed on a unified message, everyone remembered to send messages to the Cannon.

"Let me speak."

The older one then opened the information page.

But just then, he sensed a murderous aura coming from behind him.

"Who?"

The player roared.

The next second, a black figure appeared behind him and slit his throat.

"Ah."

A scream echoed through the sky.