Trouble

No racial traits... Could he be an Ægir? No, he did not carry that scent of the sea.

After leaving that place, Chen had been pondering one question: just who was that guy?

She had just used a vial of medicine.

Just as they had said, it could treat... Oripathy.

Chen frowned as she looked at the part of her body she had kept hidden.

If they threatened Lungmen, threatened everything she protected, Chen swore that she would give everything she had to bring every one of those people who could inflict grave harm upon Lungmen to justice.

"That was a close call, wasn't it?" Zhuang Xiaolin came over to Machine Gun Guy's side, sat down, and put his hat back on. It was part of a set of clothes from 1899 America that he had exchanged for in the system shop. Supposedly, the outfit had belonged to someone named Arthur Morgan. Zhuang Xiaolin did not know much about that, but its cool style and genuinely deceptive appearance had truly caught his eye.

So, Zhuang Xiaolin had spent forty points to exchange for the outfit. There was not much in the system shop anyway; he could not afford the expensive items, while the cheap ones were useless.

"Commander, you should know how dangerous that was. As the leader of the entire team, you should not personally go to the front line..." Machine Gun Guy sat there with his DP27 in his arms, his tone less than pleasant. Having experienced war, he understood this matter well. A commander should remain at least ten kilometers behind the front lines to ensure effective communication with the troops and command over the battle, rather than staying at the front and giving the enemy a chance to capture him alive.

Especially in that situation just now, even if everyone had opened fire together, victory might not have been assured. The sense of oppression had been too overwhelming—that suffocating feeling of having one's life tightly clenched in someone else's hand. Tachanka dared to say that, aside from artillery shells falling from above, he had never felt such a tremor of mortality.

Though the dragon-horned woman had not released any killing intent, Tachanka understood that if they only used their fists and feet against her, she might play around with them for a while. But if he truly used the gun in his hands, then perhaps only resurrection cooldown would await him.

Yes, you read that right. The Rainbow Six Squad skill possessed the effect of resurrection.

So long as an operator died, they would enter resurrection cooldown. Once the cooldown ended, they would revive.

The operators who had been keeping watch around them all withdrew. Only Zhuang Xiaolin and Machine Gun Guy remained on a corner of the broad street.

"I understand what you mean. I just wanted to use my own methods to keep everyone away from these unnecessary troubles as much as possible..." Zhuang Xiaolin looked at Machine Gun Guy, about to continue, when an anxious cry from afar suddenly interrupted him.

"Sir... Sir! Mr. Zhuang, please, you have to help me." In the distance, a cat-eared woman in somewhat tattered clothes ran toward them with panic and fear written across her face. She did not stop until she reached Zhuang Xiaolin.

"What happened? Take your time." Zhuang Xiaolin showed little reaction to the sudden interruption and asked calmly.

After all, in that world, where anyone who wanted to rise above others had to devour people, he had climbed from the humblest station to a position admired by all. He had poured in countless efforts and techniques, and among the most important was doing the most appropriate thing at the most appropriate time. Whenever someone interrupted him, he had to weigh the pros and cons before reacting.

"My... My little sister was taken by them, sir. Please, you have to help me. I really don't know what to do anymore, please..." The woman spoke through tears, her eyes brimming with them.

"Who? Who is your sister? And who are they?"

"My sister is the girl you treated in that remote alley last time. Her name is Lin Xuan. Before her parents died, they entrusted her to me. A group of men in suits forcibly took my sister away... They said that if I wanted her back... I had to pay an enormous sum of Lungmen Dollars..."

It made no sense. Zhuang Xiaolin did not know what to say. The reason sounded nonsensical, and in truth, it really was nonsensical. Her sister had been abducted—what did that have to do with him, Zhuang Xiaolin?

"Please, sir! I know this reason sounds absurd, but please, you must save her."

"Oh, sorry, ma'am, but I'm afraid I can't..."

"I'll offer one hundred thousand Lungmen Dollars as payment." Seeing that Mr. Zhuang did not wish to help, the woman gritted her teeth and prepared to use all her savings to save her sister.

Compared to the help they had given them, it was hardly worth mentioning. Even if she had to stake her life on it, she would bring her back.

"Oh, all right. I'll help you." Zhuang Xiaolin suddenly wanted to help again. At first, he had found the matter baffling. Why had she come to him, someone who knew nothing about this incident?

But on second thought, cracking down on crime and building his reputation seemed rather necessary. Earning a little extra on the side should not be too much to ask, right?

"Tachanka, Glaz, come with me. Everyone else, stay on guard."

"Understood!"

"Sir, they're in the area around the West Slums. Please, you must bring her back. I'll wait for you at the edge of the West Slums." As she spoke, the woman led the way toward the West Slums.

"Looks like another show is about to begin, huh?" Machine Gun Guy clenched his fist.

"Let's hope so," Glaz said flatly.

Zhuang Xiaolin adjusted his clothes and slipped Death's Revolver into the holster at his waist.

"Okay, guys, let's go save the abducted girl." After saying that, Zhuang Xiaolin dashed forward. The death energy he had absorbed earlier had greatly enhanced his body. Though it was only a tiny amount, it was still an immense improvement for an ordinary person.

Machine Gun Guy and Glaz said nothing more and followed close behind Zhuang Xiaolin.

And in the shadows, unnoticed by everyone, a figure silently followed after them.