Ninth class citizen

Chapter 281 Not one will be spared

Nan Rong's eyes seemed no different from before, yet they also seemed completely different.

It was dark, cold, and deep, seemingly capable of drawing souls and pulling them all into a dark and unknown realm.

"She killed Brother Youde!" The man with the afro was the first to come to his senses. He clasped his hands together and pulled out a metal machine gun that was half a person tall with multiple barrels, and opened fire on Nan Rong.

Hundreds of finger-length, bluish-gold bullets rained down on Nan Rong like hailstones, only to be embedded in a transparent wall.

Before anyone could react, the bullets bounced out of the wall and shot back towards the people inside the room.

The gladiators' anger turned to terror, and even with their quick reflexes, they were still unable to dodge in time.

In the blink of an eye, most of the people were lying on the ground, groaning in pain. The other half were also mostly injured.

They endured the pain, quickly drew their weapons, and prepared to face Nan Rong.

As a metal-based superhuman, Afro-headed man naturally wouldn't be harmed by the metal bullets he fired himself.

He forcefully pulled up two Lata Star prisoners of war, the metal bone spikes on his arms pointing directly at their heads, and grinned maliciously, saying, "I never thought you had such good stuff on you."

"Is this an extraordinary item personally crafted by Master Tian on the 72nd floor?" A greedy glint flashed in his eyes. "Manager Wu really cares about you; he's even willing to give you something this good."

"But that kind of thing has a time limit—do you really think you can use it to fight against all of us?"

Nan Rong bent down and picked up the trembling Ji Jun, asking in a calm voice, "Are you done talking?"

"Be patient," the man with the afro said. "Hand over that thing, and I might let you go."

“That won’t do! She just killed Brother Yud,” another gladiator said angrily.

A faint, blackish-red flame flickered around him.

“Youde is dead, but we still have to live,” the man with the afro said. “What, you want to kill Steward Wu’s woman and then be thrown onto the wheel of death by him?”

The fire-type superhuman who had spoken shuddered, and most of the resentment in his eyes dissipated.

"Then it's settled," the man with the afro said. "I'll get that extraordinary item, and I'll give each of you 1 Thorn Coins. As for the others who are injured, I'll cover the cost of their healing pods. Anyone else have any objections?"

Everyone shook their heads. They were all people who had seen life and death, and their gathering together didn't necessarily indicate any deep friendship.

Self-interest is the most important thing; no one will really do anything extra for a dead person.

“So little girl, you don’t need to worry.” The man with the afro looked at the battered Ji Jun in her arms: “I’m not Youde, I have no interest in little boys. You can take these two good-for-nothings with you—just leave behind that extraordinary item.”

"Heh." Nan Rong laughed coldly. "But what if I don't want to?"

"Don't push your luck." The man with the afro frowned. "You only took advantage of our underestimation of us. If it really came down to a fight, any one of these people could easily crush you. Don't use my pity as leverage in your bargaining."

"You've misunderstood." Nan Rong shook her head slightly. "What I meant was, who said I would let you go?"

When Hines received the news and rushed over with his men, Nan Rong had already stormed into Youde's luxury suite.

He only caught a fleeting glimpse of a slender figure before the door closed.

The heavy alloy door blocked out all sound. Hines, thinking of Nan Rong's calm eyes, let out a rare long sigh and muttered to himself, "Like a lamb entering a tiger's den."

"She's just walking into a trap." The burly man with bronze skin shook his head. "Brother, this woman isn't very bright. She's not good enough for you."

“Exactly.” Another gladiator nodded in agreement. “There’s no point in us staying here. We might as well go get something good to eat and watch Xiao Wu’s bone-crushing match tonight—I wonder if he can come out alive.” “He definitely can! I went to Master Tian’s place to do all the hard work, almost draining myself dry with the empowerment, and that’s how I got that defensive supernatural item. As long as Xiao Wu performs normally, he’ll definitely be safe and sound!”

Hines looked up at the tightly sealed alloy door, thinking about everything that the woman was about to face, and suddenly felt a sense of powerlessness.

"Alright." He turned around, about to leave with his men, when he suddenly heard the sound of a door sliding open behind him.

A girl with black hair and black eyes slowly walked out, holding a human-shaped figure wrapped in a blanket in her arms.

With each step she took, a bright red and sticky footprint appeared on the ground.

Two blood-soaked prisoners of war from Lata followed closely behind Nan Rong.

Their dislocated arms have been reset, and the severed tendons in their hands are growing rapidly under the influence of gene repair agents.

Painful groans came from inside the door.

Hines' gaze passed over Nan Rong and the other two, landing on the blood-soaked carpet and the people lying on it, writhing in agony.

All the gladiators who usually followed Yud around were here, except for those who were chosen to fight tonight.

Hayes's gaze fell on the man slumped in the middle of the sofa, his pupils instantly shrinking into a small, round black dot.

The iconic power arm and single eye proved that it was indeed Yud himself.

There was a charred hole in the center of his forehead, from which faint flashes of electricity occasionally shot out.

"Are you going to stop me too?" A clear female voice rang out coldly, like ice breaking and jade shattering, carrying an indomitable spirit.

Actions spoke faster than words; Hines had already moved to the other side of the passage. His two companions, meanwhile, were already pressed against the wall, not daring to breathe.

“We absolutely did not have such thoughts.” Hines heard his own voice, weak and trembling.

Steward Wu's expression was grim. The strongest gladiator in the intermediate zone was dead, and more than a dozen other skilled gladiators were seriously injured.

Some had their tendons severed, others had their energy cores shattered, and still others were riddled with holes by metal bullets, unable to breathe.

Tomorrow night, viewers from several nearby planets will flock here to witness the chaotic team battle that is unique to the weekend.

Without so many key players, the results will definitely be affected.

Left with no other choice, he had to use the batch of gene serum that Nan Rong had just exchanged to save everyone.

Of course, the arena wouldn't give away potions for free.

The injured people's Thorn Coins were almost completely depleted, and those with insufficient balances were forced to sign IOUs for huge sums.

If you don't have a life, you have nowhere to spend your money.

Everyone signed the papers readily, but as soon as they regained their energy, they immediately began to badmouth Nan Rong to Steward Wu.

"There are so many of us, and we still couldn't see how she dodged the attack and got close—there's definitely something fishy about that woman!"

"Steward Wu, please don't be fooled by her. Brother Youde was killed by her because he underestimated her—this kind of venomous woman must never be kept around!"

"I've heard that deep within the Chaotic Starfield, there exists a strange beast that can transform into human form. That guy named Nan Rong might be one of them!"

"Steward Wu, you must do us justice! Brother Youde cannot have died in vain, and our injuries cannot have been in vain!"