My players are too fierce!

Knowledge is the foundation of the city, and maintenance is the key to its development.

In front of the cover where the players are hiding is a circular platform composed of concentric circles of different sizes.

Above the platform is a huge exhaust fan.

Emma peeked out from behind the cover and saw that on the relatively spacious platform in front of her, Little Fish was being held by the back of the neck by a hooded man and lifted into the air.

His eyes were bloodshot, and he was grinding his teeth to powder.

"sister..."

Upon hearing that familiar meow, Cabbage felt a sudden, inexplicable panic.

Just as she was about to look up, Emma stopped her with trembling hands.

She crouched back down, trembling, burying her head in her knees, sobbing silently.

Just as the other party was shouting, Hakimed touched the side of the gale.

"Uncle Kuangfeng, can we shoot him now?"

After a moment's thought, Kuangfeng replied in a low voice, "100 meters. At that distance, it would be difficult to make a difference with this kind of crappy gun."

Hakimed beckoned everyone together to gather around him and discuss their next move.

"Charge up and chop this weakling into mincemeat!"

The swordsman spoke frankly.

The other players thought this plan might actually work?

After all, for the time being, this event mission feels more like a mindless, hack-and-slash game.

This is evident from the fact that none of them have been killed so far.

"Are you guys really crazy?"

Emma's eyes widened in surprise. Why were these people even more anxious than she was?

Startled, she quickly grabbed the group, saying, "This won't do! The disciples and those sages are all old foxes; they wouldn't step forward without a scheme!"

Upon hearing her words, the colorful toad raised its head from behind its cover and looked at the person.

Under the hood, it appears that no mask is being worn?

Is this fake, or does he have some other protective measures?

He pulled his head back and exchanged information with his companions.

Oops, this is troublesome.

The planners took back their respawn point and then wanted them to complete the event mission with only one life?

This planning is terrible!

"What is this?"

Unable to get a word in edgewise, Awei was observing the sewage drain from the side.

She spotted something spreading along the riverbank.

"If you don't show up soon, I don't know what will become of this little beast after my patience runs out!"

The disciple roared and pulled out a metal syringe.

It contained a kind of liquid that emitted a green fluorescent light.

"Meow!"

The heart-wrenching screams of the dried fish reached Emma's ears, and she unconsciously scratched at the cover in front of her, leaving scratch marks.

Upon hearing the disciple's voice, the thing in the sewage ditch suddenly accelerated its spread, as if it had located its prey.

But it will still take a few minutes to pass.

Therefore, the current goal should not be to kill the boss with one's own hands.

Instead, they're stalling for time, waiting for the system to activate its kill mechanism!

Could this just be a battle over which clips are shown?

Hakimed finally breathed a sigh of relief and told his companions his deduction.

"This wave, we need to charge in a planned and orderly manner, and we must avoid actually charging in and fighting hand-to-hand."

"Just stall for time."

The group suddenly realized what was going on.

"But we need someone with enough influence to show the other side our sincerity in order to guarantee the safety of the hostages."

Suddenly, the wind spoke up, adding to Hakimed's draft.

"I'll do it."

Emma stepped forward, her eyes brimming with hatred.

"His target must be me."

Although the interrogation of those gang members had yielded little useful information, she had at least learned that they had discovered her whereabouts through the black market.

She vaguely guessed that it was the spiritual materials she sold on the black market that had exposed her.

Perhaps it was due to a technical adjustment by the statistical sage that the market patterns she had previously observed became invalid.

Bad luck...

But now is not the time for self-pity! The cabbage is filled with fear, and the dried fish is still in a life-or-death crisis!

She has to step forward!

"You've been looking for me, haven't you?"

Emma spoke loudly, taking off her tattered hood to reveal shiny silver cat ears.

The thing in the sewage pipe seemed to have heard it too, and a small section of it emerged and spread towards Emma.

After emerging from the black water, they could see a pool of black mud, with a texture similar to flesh and blood, much like the thing under the Rafflesia they had seen before.

Hearing Emma's call, the disciple was overjoyed and said, "So you're finally going to come out of your lair and face me?"

The dried fish's limbs hung limply at an unnatural angle.

"You're the one who ruined everything for me... a piece of trash with a mutation rate of ten!"

He looked at Emma closely, especially staring at the cat ears on her head, and then, as if he had seen a joke, he laughed loudly like a madman.

The disciple threw the small, lifeless dried fish he was holding aside, nearly falling off the platform and into the sewage.

Upon seeing this, Emma almost rushed straight towards the dried fish.

It wasn't that they didn't want to, but several gang members wearing masks and wielding metal clubs emerged from their blind spot.

"Where are your accomplices?"

"What accomplices?"

"Stop playing dumb, I'm just here to stop these useless people!"

He's not blind, and he's certainly not stupid to have become a disciple.

He didn't believe that this mutant could not only use a gun, but also be a master fighter capable of taking on ten opponents at once, and possess some kind of spirit magic.

It is important to know that the origin of mutants is that they are heritable mutations caused by the corruption of the spiritual realm by ordinary people.

Any mutant who dares to learn and use spirit magic will inevitably die.

It's simply a matter of the manner of death and the timing of death.

Four people emerged from behind the cover and stepped onto the circular platform.

The two groups of people were thirty meters apart.

One was carrying a gun, another had a blood-stained white cloth wrapped around his hand and was holding a broken sword, and there were two cannon fodder who made up the numbers with homemade knives.

Beneath the hood, a bloodshot eye scanned the group of people in front of him.

Oh, the pollution from the spirit world has seeped into their very bones. That broken sword is still a prop from the spirit world. No wonder these people can unleash spirit world witchcraft without any restraint.

They were all dead, with one foot already in the grave.

"Surrender! Someone must be held accountable for this disaster."

"Take the blame, you son of a bitch!"

With a loud shout, Kuangfeng realized he had disliked him for a long time.

He suddenly raised his hand, pointed the gun at the disciple's heart, and pulled the trigger!

boom--

The disciple neither dodged nor flinched, taking the bullet squarely into his heart.

He staggered back a few steps and knelt on one knee.

"You...you're courting death!"

He lifted his robe, revealing the hideous, twisted flesh beneath.

And the scars left by the reconstructive surgeries covering his entire body, which even his rosy skin couldn't conceal.

The bullet was deeply embedded in his sternum.

However...

Before he could even unleash the power of his twisted flesh, a dark shadow sent him flying.

boom--