Actually, he is the weakest; without the support of the Mighty Bull Fist, he would only have 8 points.

But even with these 8 points, at this point in the game, for others, this already makes the player seem like a "strength-oriented" player.

“I’m a mosquito, not a 'Wenzi,' I’m a mosquito,” Li Qianxia said playfully. “I can turn into an owl, and I have a pretty nice hoot. I use a gun, and I’m good at… well, I don’t know what I’m good at, but I feel like I’m pretty good at everything.”

They're all pretty good... So, is there nothing that's particularly good, or is everything good?

Also, what exactly is 'wenzi'?

“Xiao Qing,” it was Yang Qinglan’s turn, “her perception is quite good.”

Her voice was very pleasant, and even with a mask on, it made Yang Liu and the others take a second look.

Li Changzhou's voice was also good, but unfortunately, the world loves beautiful women, and even some women find beautiful women pleasing to the eye.

After a short rest and getting to know each other better, the nine people and one dog set off again.

As residential areas proliferated, they became more cautious, and every so often, Poison would activate its 'God's-eye view,' sniffing out storms everywhere.

Yang Qinglan silently sensed everything around her, with Li Changzhou and Li Qianxia staying by her side.

"This is the last break; we're not far from the factory," Zheng Qing said.

It was already dusk when they found themselves in an abandoned building. The building showed no signs of ever having been inhabited; it looked as if it had been destroyed by gunpowder when it was still a bare shell.

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The shadows of nearby buildings gradually darkened with the night, and the heavy shadows in the corners made one suspicious, as if someone were crouching there.

"Can you get in touch with the factory?" Li Changzhou asked.

"No," the scholar shook his head and replied, "Once they open communication over there, their coordinates will be exposed, and some rebels who advocate burning, killing, and looting will immediately come after them."

Li Changzhou nodded, when Yang Qinglan suddenly tugged at his sleeve.

The next moment, Storm suddenly spoke: "There's a human scent in the southeast."

The air inside the building froze instantly. Zheng Qing first glanced at the poisoner, who was in a 'God's-eye view', and found that he was not reacting. So she confirmed that these people had not entered within 100 meters.

"Stay hidden," she whispered the order. "If they're ordinary people, let them go. If they're players... prepare for battle."

It's not necessarily about killing players, but rather that players discover there's a high probability of them being killed, forcing them to fight.

Everyone remained silent, each hiding in the shadows.

Poison kept his eyes closed and saw a group of militiamen driving an American Humvee with a light machine gun mounted on the roof of the vehicle.

He made a gesture, meaning "ordinary person".

Li Qianxia breathed a sigh of relief, while Zheng Qing and the others remained motionless in the shadows, giving the impression that they were no longer there.

The Hummer's roar grew louder, accompanied by the laughter of the militants.

Da da da da!

Suddenly, a fierce gunshot rang out, and everyone's heart tightened.

But no bullets came in, and the sound of the Humvees faded into the distance. The militants were just firing randomly and occasionally throwing grenades into the houses.

After the sound faded into the distance, Zheng Qing took a deep breath: "Everyone, take a quick rest. We'll set off in five minutes and get to the textile factory in one go!"

A luxurious mansion with a courtyard.

In this extremely poor country, this house seems out of place.

Its interior layout and paintings make it resemble an art museum, and even the bathtub is made of gemstones.

In the basement of the mansion, a group of gamers gathered.

Some people were swimming in the pool, some were drinking at the bar full of fine wines, some were smoking, and some were playing with women.

"You're here." A girl of about seventeen or eighteen years old suddenly spoke up as she stood by the pool table in the pool room.

The man smoking glanced over, lit his cigarette, and asked, "How many?"

The girl glanced at the pool table and noticed that the area where there were originally only three balls suddenly had ten more.

"Ten," the girl replied, her tone becoming excited.

"Quite a few people have come," the drinker chuckled, then called out to the man frolicking with women, "Miles, get some work done!"

"Ah, Daddy, hurry!" The woman beneath Miles, being very well-behaved, called out in response.

Miles yelled, ending the game.

He stood up, pulled up his trousers, and casually picked up a dart from the table.

Just as he was about to throw the dart, Miles asked, "Is Raena going or not?"

"Let's try it out a few of us first." A woman came up from the pool, dressed in normal clothes.

As she left the pool, the water surged and gushed, rushing up her back and even splashing water off her clothes.

Miles threw the dart, which landed on the 10 ring.

"Success rate of ten percent..."

The group exchanged glances, their eyes then fixed on the woman emerging from the pool.

"I'll inform Raena." The woman turned and walked toward the study. With each step she took, the water in the pool followed, creating a waterspout that stretched across the basement.

"I'll play with them first." The billiards girl excitedly took off her cue stick and rubbed the tip with chalk.

Then, she bent down, sticking out her round, plump, youthful buttocks, and hit the ball with a shot.

Bang!

The white ball flew out and hit the number 13 ball on the very edge.

The ball bounced out, but didn't go into the hole.

"What a pity." The girl still had a smile on her face and continued to rub the tip of the gun with chalk. "It's your turn, number 13."

While running, Li Changzhou was suddenly struck by a powerful force, and his body flew out uncontrollably.

Peng!

He crashed into an abandoned building, smashing through the walls like a cannonball and kicking up acrid smoke and dust.

"Enemies!"

"alert!"

Zheng Qing hopped slightly, landing like a spider in a nearby building, quickly searching for a sniping spot, with the storm following closely at her feet.

The remaining soldiers stood back to back, in combat stances, alert to their surroundings.

Li Qianxia and Yang Qinglan rushed into the smoke and dust to rescue Li Changzhou.

"What's wrong?" Li Qianxia asked hurriedly.

Li Changzhou stood up from the smoke and dust, his combat suit and gas mask making his figure look somewhat eerie.

"It's nothing, just a game." With that, he twisted his hips and threw a punch out of thin air.

Peng!

The smoke and dirt in the building's air were all blasted out by this punch, resembling a spiraling tornado-shaped cyclone.

In the basement, on the pool table.

The 13-ball, which had been knocked away, seemed to have been suddenly stabbed with great force, and slammed into the cue ball.

The white ball shot out like a bullet, leaving afterimages on the table before crashing into it.

Finally, the white ball slowly came to a stop at one of the holes in the middle, just a hair's breadth away from falling into the pocket.

The girl gasped for breath, trembling with fear. She quickly picked up her cue, steadied her breathing, and hit the cue ball back to the tee box.