Although they quickly turned their attention to the source of the sound, the person who spoke had already run away, and they couldn't investigate further.
I walked toward the place where the group of people I sensed were gathered, which was in front of the large exhibition hall I had seen before.
Sheng and Shan seemed to be discussing defensive strategies for the upcoming campaign, while Xiaoxi, with her hands behind her back, hopped back to their side like a rabbit and excitedly joined their conversation, though it was unclear what she was so excited about.
A little further away, I spotted Sword Demon standing in a dark corner, arms crossed and looking annoyed. He was still wearing a black trench coat with many rips, half of his face illuminated by the exhibition hall lights, while the other side was shrouded in darkness, making it impossible to tell what he was thinking.
Although he should have arrived earlier, I never expected that this bastard would stay like this after waking up, and even seem to have done nothing.
Did the things we set up earlier take effect? Or did Sheng and the others persuade him with a tough attitude after he woke up, or perhaps they successfully lured him away with benefits?
It just doesn't seem likely.
I approached the three people, greeted them one by one, and then focused my gaze on Shan.
The door panel they were carrying before was probably thrown away halfway through their underground escape, otherwise it would have been too bulky and cumbersome. The new riot shield, although it looks thin, is actually quite strong upon closer inspection. After stacking several defensive barriers on it, it might even be possible to replicate the [Shield of Aegis].
The weak joints on his body seemed to be wrapped with specially shaped multi-layered sponge pads. Although they looked a bit uneven, they might be very effective against blunt force blows. However, he still had to be careful of the accumulation of internal injuries and the slashing of blades.
Then there are the baseball bats, wooden sticks, and soft rubber sticks tucked into the waistband... instantly upgrading from generally reliable to extremely reliable, making it a pretty good front-line tank.
As I was pondering this, I heard footsteps slowly approaching from afar.
Just by listening, one can tell that he is full of resentment and anger. This is an intense emotion that even a cold, sour face cannot completely hide, like a volcano boiling and about to erupt.
I quickly pulled the few people who were a beat too slow to react behind me.
Shan, on the other hand, consciously stepped past me, took half a step forward, and nervously gritted his teeth while holding a semi-transparent shield.
If you're scared, there's no need to be brave. Even if the three people around you were tied together, they still couldn't beat him.
But for some reason, the man in the black trench coat, who always went his own way, stopped five meters away from us, raised his hand, and his pale, chapped lips moved slightly: "Sword."
It doesn't seem like they've cultivated a good relationship.
So his purpose in waiting here was for the sword? To surrender simply because he lacked a weapon, is this martial artist a swordsman specialist? I'm not saying this, but he's actually quite suited for it.
They're all sword masters capable of unleashing nascent blades; shouldn't they be demonstrating their mastery of slicing willow branches, turning wood into swords, and transforming all things into swords? I believe our [Frost Sword] can definitely do that.
His eyebrows were twisted like earthworms, and upon closer inspection, they didn't look like a fierce face, but they were always taut, which was enough to stop the baby from crying at night...
"Sword, return it."
Sword Demon repeated himself, took another step forward, and raised his eyebrows high.
It was only then that I noticed the people around me staring at me. A few seconds later, I realized that I had taken the straight sword from this guy's hand while I was treating him.
But I had no intention of returning it: "So there's such a thing as giving back spoils taken from losers? I never expected you to be such a selfless person."
The people around him gasped softly, while behind the man opposite him, there seemed to be a hallucination of sparks of fury flickering.
Very well, he looks even angrier now.
Even in this state of anger, he never exploded. It seems that after being taught a lesson, he has learned to suppress his arrogant temper, which is much better than those mad dogs that bite people everywhere. The plan to beat him up again to suppress his ferocity can be postponed for a while.
Sword Demon remained silent for a long time, a rare glint of light flashing in his dark eyes, as if he were assessing the comparison of their combat strength. After a long silence, he finally spoke: "Let's make a deal. I can leave you alone, but I need my sword."
My clothes were tugged, and when I turned my head slightly, I saw Sheng, who had half his face buried behind me, urging me to agree to his conditions. Clearly, this child was also someone who could be easily seduced by any temptation that presented itself and fall for it.
I sighed, "Your offer is far too low. Compared to the sword's current value, it shows absolutely no sincerity."
"But none of you seem to know how to use it..."
"I can do it, right? Even if I'm not very skilled, it's better than having no weapon at all. Didn't you experience that before?" I paused, and seeing that he didn't respond, I pressed my advantage. "How about this? As your reward for destroying one of my weapons and demanding the return of your spoils, in addition to what we agreed on earlier, I'll provide necessary assistance when we need it. How about that? That shouldn't be too difficult for you to accept, right?"
Another silence descended. With no surviving giant rats nearby to disturb it, the ten minutes felt like ten years. Finally, the proud head lowered slightly.
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