Knights rarely held grudges overnight, because whenever they had one, they settled it on the spot.
Qing Chen sat on the ground and waited patiently, utterly unconcerned with the stares of the onlookers as he casually counted through the resources he had taken.
Once he had tucked all the money into his pockets, a crisp jingle of coins sounded from his body. The cash had vanished, turning into a number in his palm: 1,493 yuan.
This little group of nine was fucking poor!
At that moment, the surrounding players began recording Qing Chen, capturing the scene on video.
Qing Chen swept them with a blank look, only to see
them all step back, as though afraid of getting caught up in it.
But no one retreated too far, because everyone knew this conflict had nothing to do with Qing Chen
—he had merely spawned here as a newcomer and retaliated after being robbed.
Besides, among all the newcomers over the years, how many had never been robbed?
Every spawn point had a small gang operating there. Robbing people of Multiverse Keys worth 88 yuan had already become a gray-market industry chain, and no one bothered to stop it.
Those gangs did not even need to be particularly strong. After all, everyone who spawned was a newcomer. As long as they carried weapons, they could kill at will.
After stealing the keys, they sold them at a 10% discount
to players running dungeons, then cashed out the proceeds.
In the real world of the Western Continent, none of them lived especially wealthy lives, but they certainly did better than working a regular job, and with far less effort.
So while Superconducting World players disliked white people, they also despised gangs like this...
What Qing Chen had done was unquestionably justified,
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