Joey was in a bad mood. He hadn't expected that just showing off his skills would turn into a marathon. But the difference was that if he didn't get first place, he would be torn to pieces. It was incredibly exciting.

"No, no, I need to find someone to share the burden of this hatred right away!"

Joey was already panting heavily; if he kept running like this, it would only be a matter of time before he was torn to pieces.

"Since we've already over-aggroed, we need to distribute the aggro points. Otherwise, if the main tank falls, a wipe will happen in an instant!"

Joey's brain was working at lightning speed.

He was thinking this way for everyone's sake. He would feel bad if the whole group were wiped out, so he had to hurry.

Fortunately, God had eyes, and soon he saw his "savior" not far ahead.

A group of about twenty workers were gathered together, forming a simple defensive formation to resist the orcs' attack. The leader of the group was none other than the dark-skinned human man who had instigated the disturbance this morning.

"You're the one!"

Joey's eyes lit up, and his legs, which had been somewhat weak, seemed to regain their strength instantly, allowing him to accelerate towards the burly human man.

The crowd, who had been focused on resisting the attack, suddenly saw Joey running towards them, followed by four die-hard "fans," and everyone's expression changed.

"Don't come any closer!"

The leading human burly man immediately shouted at Joey, his originally serious expression instantly turning into a pleading one.

"Sorry, I can't stop!"

Joey didn't slow down or change direction; he just rushed to the front of the crowd, though he still politely apologized to everyone.

Should I say it's okay?

Seeing Joey rushing up in front of them, everyone wore a pained expression. The burly human complained, but it was too late. He could only turn his head away and signal Joey to quickly join the defensive formation.

Joey didn't waste any time. He squeezed into a spot, gripped the pickaxe with both hands, and assumed a fighting stance.

He was in a great mood at this moment. Although he couldn't say he had survived a disaster, it was just like when he was rushing to catch the high-speed train in his previous life. The train was about to close the doors, but he managed to catch it. Anyone who had a similar experience would understand this kind of joy.

"Hey, my name is Joey Brown. I think you have some organizational skills. Let's get acquainted!"

Joey had initially thought this burly, dark-skinned man was just a show-off hothead, but he hadn't expected that not only had he taken the lead in demanding wages, but he had also organized so many people to resist the orcs. He must have some real talent.

Living in this strange world, Joey, adhering to the principle of making friends from all over the world, decided to get to know this burly man.

He stood behind the burly, dark-skinned man and spoke in a low voice.

"Did it have to be this time?"

The burly man frowned. He hadn't expected that with such a formidable enemy at hand, Joey would still have the leisure to befriend him. It was truly an eye-opener for him.

"This is a good time; true friendship is revealed in times of trouble!"

Joey didn't feel the same tension; his tension had already dissipated by the time he finished the marathon.

"My name is Will Smith!"

Perhaps wanting to end the conversation quickly, the burly, dark-skinned man revealed his name.

"Will? That's a nice name, I..."

Joey wanted to continue chatting for a while, but Will, who was already extremely disgusted with him, interrupted him.

"Your name is Joey, right?"

"Joey, can we chat more after we survive? I really don't have time right now!"

After hearing this, Joey shut his mouth to avoid offending anyone.

"We'll talk after you survive? What if you die? Then we'll have nothing to talk about. You really have no sense of danger!"

However, he never wanted to lose a verbal battle, so he kept his words to himself.

Only you can hear it.