Clearly, he also admired Cen Yu's performance on the ring.

"Besides, he's quite good-looking," the man laughed. "He's more entertaining than a butcher."

Someone in the private room nodded in agreement, then asked the masked man, "Why did you let him leave?"

The masked man leaned back on the sofa, showing no intention of touching any food or drinks—even though they came from his private room. He looked at the butcher and the others on the screen, then looked away as if it were an eyesore. “I don’t like to force others.”

"He likes to put on airs," a customer who was more familiar with the masked man complained. "He pretends to be a gentleman, pretends to give others other options."

“He’s a complete scoundrel,” the woman added, then asked the masked man, “What are you going to do?”

"He descended from the sky to save the poor young couple as the butcher killed them?"

“I don’t like being rejected,” the masked man said, propping his head up with his hand. “I will just watch them quietly and sincerely pray that they don’t die too horribly.”

Ryan stood there, serving the VIPs in the private room drinks that were rarely seen elsewhere—

No one cared about Ryan's presence; to them, he was just a host in the tower, a dog that served them...

“I don’t like this brand,” someone complained as Ryan bent down to serve the drinks.

Just as the blond man was about to apologize, the wine was spilled on his head... Ryan's smile remained unchanged. After apologizing, he said he would send over something even more expensive and rare. Perhaps because he was too compliant, the nitpicker lost interest. After kicking Ryan, the man gestured for him to get lost.

His blond hair was soaked with alcohol. After moving to a corner, he wiped the alcohol off his face and looked up at the large screen in VIP room 001.

The Butcher and several other warriors from the tower have arrived in Green Mountain Town.

They seemed unaware that their actions were being observed the entire time. Some of the more timid ones worried that their clandestine following would be discovered by the tower, but they were quickly reprimanded by the veterans.

The tower doesn't care about anyone's life or death.

The departing warriors and mutants were nothing more than commodities to be sold again.

Cen Yu and the others didn't care, but angels could fetch a good price.

“I’ve contacted a customer,” the excessively thin man said, his body hunched over. “Someone wants his wings.”

He gestured, "I want those wings."

"What about that kid?" someone asked, mentioning Cen Yu. "Is nobody interested?"

“A customer contacted me,” he added, “saying they hate the way he looks and want to take him back to torture him… If no one else wants him, I’ll take him.”

"Butcher, does your master know about this?" someone else asked the butcher.

For warriors with sponsors, their bodies don't belong to themselves, but to their sponsors—nobody wants to see their cargo damaged unnecessarily.

"Who would listen to a pretty boy?" the butcher cursed.

The people in the private room chuckled softly upon seeing this scene, and some even turned their gazes toward the butcher's sponsor. Even the masked man laughed a few times, seemingly finding the scene amusing.

“Ryan,” the Butcher’s sponsor suddenly spoke up.

Ryan responded immediately.

"Prepare an interesting match for him," the man said, effectively announcing the fate of the returning butcher.

...

He Yuxing noticed a group of people following behind them.

Approximately 10.

He was wearing a drab gray robe, the kind of clothing most often worn by wanderers in the wilderness, which helps them withstand the high temperatures and conceal their appearance.

"Xiao Yu." He quietly tugged at Cen Yu's sleeve.

"later."

The rural middle school was not far from Qingshan Town. Perhaps feeling that they could no longer escape, the group of people who left the tower gradually became more swaggering, completely unafraid of being discovered by Cen Yu and his companion.

Cen Yu was also wearing a similar robe.

He glanced at He Yuxing and saw that the other man's face under his hood was pale, as if he had been frightened by these people.

"Do you really want to go in?" He Yuxing asked again.

The Fallen Zone is far from Green Mountain Town, but I've heard of Green Mountain Town to some extent.

Although the last resident passed away 40 years ago, Qingshan Town had a period of prosperity more than 20 years ago. There were many dungeons of all sizes near Qingshan Town, and the dungeons would collapse if the key items and completion tools in these dungeons were taken away.

Perhaps because it is a small town, and there are no well-known mutants nearby, the overall difficulty of the Green Mountain Town dungeon is not high.

Hunters and wanderers alike love to stay in Green Hill Town.

Not all dungeons in the post-apocalyptic world are dangerous and absurd. Some dungeons that are not very dangerous or difficult are artificially "protected" to prevent people from maliciously clearing them and causing them to disappear.

Township middle schools used to be just like this.

The school cafeteria provides food, there are no dangers on campus, and classes and exams go on day after day... It looks like a normal high school before the apocalypse.

Therefore, wanderers who cannot survive in the wilderness will specifically travel to such instances to find food and a place to sleep.

That should have been the case, until one day, an alarm suddenly sounded in the classroom, and then everyone who entered the instance disappeared without a trace.

The rewards are too low, the risks are too high, and no professional hunter teams are willing to clear such a dungeon.

Furthermore, the area affected by the rural middle school instance has become larger, and it even has a random element—

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