Dog it! Can't Make a Move! Must Dog It!

"Whoa! By the way, Old Bro Meng Lang, have you been a participant for a long time?"

In the center of the supermarket building, the two of them sat on the floor, leaning against the shelves, facing each other and shooting the breeze. Fang Ran then grabbed a bag of potato chips from the shelf beside him, stuffed a handful into his mouth, and asked.

"Hmm, I guess it's been a while," Meng Lang paused, scratched his head with a laugh, then pulled a chocolate bar from behind him and started chewing.

"Then tell me, what's the deal with this Night Battle thing?"

Fang Ran fished out a pack of sunflower seeds and started cracking them open, looking like he was ready for a story. Behind him, Ling stood on the shelf, pretending to be merchandise, utterly out of place among the snacks.

"Little bro, are you a Newbie?" Meng Lang asked suspiciously. Fang Ran nodded frantically: "Mm-hmm, mm-hmm!!"

"I see. Then let Old Bro give you the rundown. Not to brag, but when it comes to the Night Battle world and the Night Net, Old Bro knows just about everything!" Meng Lang slapped his chest, cracked open a can of beer, tilted his head back for a gulp, then wiped his mouth and said.

Keep bragging, keep bragging.

The real power behind the Night Net was sneering coldly.

"First off, little bro, do you have an organization?" Meng Lang asked. Fang Ran looked a bit confused:

"Organization? What organization?"

Meng Lang wore an expression that said 'figured as much,' smacked his lips at the taste of the beer—decided it wasn't good—switched to another bottle, and explained: "Think about it, Night Battle is dangerous. Some special scenarios can even kill people. People always band together."

"Then, among a bunch of people, there are always the outstanding ones. In Night Battle, those are the really powerful ones. Next, those top-tier folks raise their hands and call for it, and the participants form their own groups—some are big organizations, some are small teams."

"Like gangs?" Fang Ran asked with a curious look.

"Not really. Most of them just agree to cooperate in scenarios and rarely interfere in real life. Of course, if they're close, it's not strange to know each other in reality." Meng Lang shrugged.

"Mm-hmm, no wonder I see a lot of people wearing masks or hiding their faces." Fang Ran looked enlightened.

"Exactly! It's only upstanding folks like you and me who don't need to hide our identities. Come on, cheers!" Meng Lang slapped his thigh and raised his glass!

Two rookie Newbies, what the hell would they need to hide their identities for?

Ling watched the two idiots—one holding a cola, the other a yogurt drink—and silently voiced the real truth in her mind.

"Then Old Bro, don't you have an organization?" Fang Ran hit the nail on the head with a question.

Meng Lang's hand, holding the yogurt drink, froze. He slowly lowered it, looked at Fang Ran, and said:

"Little bro, if we don't talk about this, we can still be friends."

"Heh, I don't know what his ability is, but with his level, how would he have an organization?"

From the shelf, the Power Bank's voice struck like a dagger. Meng Lang immediately clutched his chest. Man, don't tear down the facade when life's already hard! Since when did Power Banks hit this hard?

"Hey hey, Old Bro, are the leaders of those organizations all super strong?" Fang Ran asked with an intensely curious look.

"Super strong?" Meng Lang shot Fang Ran a disdainful glance, then took a big gulp of his yogurt drink.

"Those four words can't describe the big shots who can soar through the sky and earth, standing at the top tier."

"So they really do have those top-tier abilities!! Like cultivation and Abilities, or arcane magic and power!" Fang Ran got excited at that, his eyes full of admiration for the awesome abilities of the big shots.

"Heh, who's to say? Forget the ultimate figures of the major forces, just the mysterious, unknown gentleman of Asia's 'Midnight,' the Queen ruling Europe's 'Nevernight Palace,' and the Alliance Master who gathered all kinds of teams and organizations in North America to form the 'Covenant'—no one knows their abilities, let alone the countless special existences not tied to any faction." Meng Lang said casually.

Ling, listening behind him, suddenly frowned. A guy this weak in strength, and he knows this much?

"Ooh! Ooh!!" Fang Ran listened with satisfaction, letting out exclamations of awe.

"Ahem," Meng Lang suddenly coughed twice, seeming to realize he'd blurted out a lot of stuff he shouldn't have, and quickly tried to cover up his embarrassment.

"Special existences, what big shots are among those special existences?" Fang Ran asked, looking completely hooked by curiosity.

"Uh, I don't know the specifics. Probably the mavericks like the Song of the Wanderers." Meng Lang wiped his sweat and quickly changed the subject: "But those are all too far from us. Our goals should be more realistic!"

"Take our country's official Night Big Beauty, for example—that's the target we should be chasing!"

"Is that Night Big Beauty really strong?" Fang Ran asked.

Meng Lang took another gulp of his yogurt drink, then said with satisfaction after finishing:

"Not strong. Just A-Rank."

Pfft! That's not strong?! Little bro here is only E-Rank, damn it!

Just as the two were casually chatting, a sudden explosion rang out from outside the supermarket building!

Boom!!!!

"Holy shit!"

"Holy shit!"

Both of them panicked in sync. Meng Lang fumbled to find his binoculars, and together with Fang Ran, they ran to the window to look at the explosion outside.

They saw electric light spreading like twisting, writhing snakes across the nearby street. The heat and shockwave from the electricity instantly detonated the surrounding area!

"Ding! Deployment time begins!"

The system's monotonous voice suddenly rang out, startling the two. Pale blue light flickered in many spots on the street, and pitch-black figures were deployed—some humanoid, some beast-shaped, all kinds of bizarre forms. But every single black figure radiated a sense of danger!

"Deployment has started. You'd better begin hunting, seize the advantage, and quickly boost your strength. Remember, there will be high-level people in this scenario too. For example, the owner of that electric light—you're absolutely no match for them. If you encounter them, run immediately."

Ling floated behind them, giving instructions calmly, but before she could finish—

"Not good! Little bro! We need to retreat! A fight's broken out over there! Run! We can't engage—we have to play it safe!"

"Right! We'd better find a safe spot to lie low. I think the rooftop works!!"

"Deal!"

Without any hesitation, the two exchanged opinions, then moved swiftly toward the emergency exit, running (fleeing) at a speed that left Ling staring in stunned disbelief.

"You two cowards get the hell back here!!!!!!!!"