Chapter 125 Regularly cleaning up trash is good for mental health
"...What are you laughing about? It's kind of creepy...Hey! Hurry up! Since our boss is willing to call you over, it means he thinks highly of you, it's your good fortune. Don't keep everyone waiting!"
He uttered a harsh remark, then turned and left, cursing under his breath, his steps appearing slightly hurried in comparison.
Of course, this difference may be insignificant in other people's eyes, but at least it allows me to gain some understanding of his personality from another perspective.
Perhaps everything that happens afterward will go as smoothly as expected.
"What a terrible attitude..."
Shrinking behind him, Sheng nervously looked in the direction the man had left: "Although I've seen this kind of tactic countless times in the game, it's still really annoying to encounter it in real life."
I nodded in agreement: "I agree with your point of view."
"...Are you really alright, Brother Uriel? Those guys clearly have malicious intentions. They probably only called us over because they see us as useful and want us to do their bidding, right?"
"Our weapons were confiscated when we entered. If we can't reach an agreement, the consequences could be..."
Do you believe me?
I interrupted him immediately after he finished speaking.
A brief silence lasted a few seconds, her emerald eyes flickered slightly, and finally she replied with a simple, "Mm."
Then there's no need to say anything more.
"Remember your answer. Trust me, it will be resolved soon."
I whispered another word to Sheng, patted his shoulder lightly, stood up first, put on a professional smile, and walked towards the center of the hall.
The empty hall, which had been filled with whispers just moments before, suddenly fell silent. Countless gazes were cast upon me from all directions, conveying a variety of complex emotions.
Doubt, confusion, pity, anger, mockery, scheming, ridicule, contempt, unease...
Even without witnessing it firsthand, people's negative emotions gathered like a storm cloud, accumulating above the spacious hall.
Without another word, the burly men who had formed a circle dispersed to the sides, lining up in two rows, their faces bearing malicious smiles. Walking through such a formation required an extremely strong mindset, unmoved by external influences. Otherwise, one could easily be overwhelmed by their imposing presence, as towering as mountains and as relentless as crashing waves, and unconsciously fall into the psychological trap they had set.
Although this didn't have much effect on me, Sheng, who was right behind me, had already subconsciously lowered his head and his knees were trembling.
At the end of the line, a baseball bat studded with countless blood-stained steel nails stood to one side. The burly man in the floral shirt, shirtless and sitting with his legs crossed on the only soft seat in the hall, eyes closed and puffing out clouds of smoke, was the [Tiger Brother] that Sheng had mentioned.
Not far from his feet, a small mountain of giant rats, their fur stripped and piled up, lay in a pool of blood. Beside them was a thin, bruised young man with a desperate, strained gaze fixed on the crowd.
Without even looking at us who had stopped in front of him, the burly man in the floral shirt first took a deep drag on his cigarette, then exhaled a large cloud of white smoke. Finally, he spoke slowly in a hoarse, low voice that carried immense pressure: "My men said that you two are the little guys who killed the three-headed giant rat and hid here."
The smoke smells absolutely pungent.
I suppressed the urge to cough, slightly raised a finger to direct the gathering gust of wind closer to the white mist in front of me, and then continued, "Yes. Is there a problem?"
"Hmph—Well, there are problems. You actually chased away our guard rats without permission and swaggered into my territory. You must be prepared to pay the price, right?"
Their ability to lie through their teeth is truly amazing.
Remember when Sheng mentioned on his way to the safe zone that "if you want to stay undisturbed in the safe zone, you have to show some force," which led to him showing the giant rat he killed to the local tyrant who occupied the safe zone, and he even said that "in the game, as long as the protagonist chooses to do this, no one will dare to invade"...
No, thinking about it carefully, perhaps there's a reason why there's a significant difference between our images and that crazy bastard?
A combination of a rather thin boy and a young man who also seemed to have little fighting experience looked far too easy to bully, not nearly as frightening as that madman, and certainly unable to intimidate those malicious thugs.
I grabbed Sheng, who had taken a half-step forward in surprise, wanting to speak, and remained calm: "Then what price do you think we should pay? You know, as soon as we entered, your people took away all the weapons we had."
A deafening explosion erupted, and the bastard lunged forward, stepping on the skinny young man lying on the ground. His eyes, bulging like gongs, were bloodshot and clearly visible: "Those things were all mine to begin with! If you dare touch them again, believe me, I'll chop off all your fingers and feed them to the rats!"
That's terrifying.
I glanced at the pitiful man who was convulsing and barely breathing, and suddenly understood what the label "brutal dictator" in the guy's profile meant.
Panting heavily and twisting his boots, the bastard in the floral shirt softened his tone again, but emphasized each word, like the low bark of a wild dog: "Listen up, both of you: the reason this safe zone exists is entirely thanks to me! As newcomers who get to enjoy this kind of benefit right away, you two should sincerely express your gratitude! Now, go, bring me a woman to play with!"
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