When Outlaw heard Withered Branch's harsh, uncompromising words, his face darkened.
He had spent all this time working himself to the bone for these NPCs, doing every dirty job they handed him. He had never imagined they would trust him so little.
Beside him, Free Man watched him get scolded and sneered with open delight.
"Tsk, tsk. Look at you. You're like a stray dog whose owner threw him out."
Outlaw snapped.
He lunged at Free Man and unleashed his power, intent on killing him then and there.
But Free Man was no pushover. He nimbly dodged the attack and kept taunting him.
"Did that hit a nerve? The way you're raging because you can't do a thing makes me think you're the traitor. Now you're trying to kill me to shut me up!"
"And you think you can become the new leader of all the players with moves like that?"
Outlaw had completely lost his temper. "Fuck you! Die!"
As the two grappled, Withered Branch's face turned icy. Contempt filled her eyes.
Then both men suddenly felt a tremendous power being drawn out of their bodies.
Withered Branch's cold voice rang out. "If you have any dignity left as commanders, stop this at once!"
"Otherwise, I don't mind sending you back where you started—as low-ranking foot soldiers."
Few ordinary players would willingly put up with endless humiliation and threats from NPCs.
That threat crossed Outlaw's final line as a member of the Fourth Calamity who had come to play in this world. His anger erupted.
He turned on Withered Branch and let loose. "Fuck you, you bitch!"
"Who the hell do you think you are, ordering me around?"
"You think I'm actually scared of you? You think I give a damn about your little handouts?"
"If I hadn't wanted