Excessive ferocity due to caution

Not long after, the warehouse ghost came out of the conference room.

All that remained on the floor of the room were scraps of meat.

Following Zhao Yi's instructions, all of these people died in the dismemberment machine.

This way, even if they have resurrection items, they can all be wiped out at once.

When they come looking for revenge next time, I will be able to deal with them completely.

Convenient and fast.

"Master, should we clean up the scene?"

"That's what the warehouse ghost asked."

Zhao Yi shook his head.

"unnecessary."

"We're doing this to show those guys in the inner city."

"They will be back from Liucheng soon, and when they return, I will have a negotiation with them."

As Warehouse Ghost followed Zhao Yi out of the bunker, he asked:

"Does the cult leader need me to come along?"

Zhao Yi shook his head:

"unnecessary."

"Take all the brothers back to Valley Hanging Town and await my instructions."

The warehouse ghost agreed.

Planes took off again from the outskirts of the abandoned city, transporting batches of these assassins in black raincoats back to the Evil Mountain Hotel.

He was not in a hurry to immediately establish his own forces in this area.

Anyway, these people now have their own asset certificates.

It doesn't matter when you go in.

When the rain stopped the next day, several streets in the outer city of the ruined city were littered with corpses. Passersby carefully walked around them, not daring to look at the bodies.

The cleaners will come and take care of the bodies here themselves; it's not their place to worry about it.

Of course, because so many people died, even the cleaners had a lot of trouble cleaning up the mess.

As noon approached, a flight flew into the inner city of the abandoned city.

Those were all high-level players who went to Liucheng to do business with Barbara.

These players are mostly management members of top-ranked guilds, possessing not only formidable strength but also various privileges.

As soon as they returned to the abandoned city, they discovered a flood of messages coming from the outer city, mostly distress signals.

Last night, because they were not there, the people below did not dare to act on their authority. In addition, the distress signal came from the outer city, where there were no important people or things, so no one paid attention to it.

However, the fact that so many people were sending out distress signals made the top players in the inner city realize that something was wrong. So, a few of them took some of their limited time to go and check out the outer city.

You wouldn't believe it until you see it...

I was really shocked when I saw it!

Some of the smaller, peripheral factions that were dependent on them were completely wiped out!

Just one night!

Many of these guys are also level 20 or higher. Unless they encounter a near-deadly opponent, they shouldn't have been dealt such a terrible blow, right?

The top players in the inner city immediately accessed the Eternal Night Forum through the game system and contacted those players who had been killed but had resurrection items.

They told the three expert players that it was Zhao Yi who did it.

Zhao Yi, leading several thousand assassins he had somehow acquired, went on a rampage, slaughtering them and stealing their asset certificates.

After learning the details, the three quickly discovered the message left by Zhao Yi.

They arrived at a café filled with corpses, where cleaners were collecting bodies; the stench of blood mingled with the smell of post-rain dust.

And among these, there is a third flavor.

coffee.

A man in a trench coat was sitting by the second-floor window, watching the three of them.

They sat down opposite Zhao Yi, their eyes not filled with disgust or hatred, but rather with a hint of curiosity.

Zhao Yi's earlier speculation was clearly correct—the deaths of those people were of no importance to them at all.

We need a reason.

The middle-aged man sitting in the middle said this.

His white shirt looked somewhat dazzling under the light.

Zhao Yiqian took a sip of coffee and clicked her tongue, saying:

"You don't need a reason."

"You need the economic benefits that these dead players provide."

"After all, while ghost money may not be of much use to the players themselves, it becomes crucial when used to expand their own power and for some public purposes."

The middle-aged man's eyes held a sharp glint as he said calmly:

"Do you think that because you killed them and confiscated their asset certificates, we have no reason to take action against you?"

"You are too confident."

"I have to tell you, they did provide us with a lot of economic benefits, but that was just icing on the cake, not a lifeline."

"These people are dependent on us. Killing them is a blatant slap in our face."

"Which do you think is more important, this money or our reputation?"

Zhao Yi remained silent.

The middle-aged man continued:

"Therefore, if we don't hear a suitable reason today, you will pay a heavy price for your actions!"

Zhao Yi looked up:

"Are you finished speaking?"

The middle-aged man's eyes narrowed, and a terrifying aura emanated from him. His gaze toward Zhao Yi was filled with intense killing intent!

"Could I interpret this as...you provoking us?"

Zhao Yi smiled slightly:

"You guys don't really think that I, a newbie who's only been in the game for a short time, am capable of recruiting so many assassins and having a near-death experience subordinate, do you?"

The three of them were taken aback upon hearing this.

Footsteps came from the corridor not far away. They looked in the direction of the sound and saw a clown wearing a pure black suit, a red tie, and a mask walk in.

It danced a strange dance.

Only when he got close did the clown take out the special token that symbolized his church identity and slowly place it on the table.

"Do any of you recognize this brand?"

Zhao Yi's lips slowly curled up into a smile.

At this moment, his aura subtly surged to its peak!

The other three players' eyes fell on the special token, and their pupils suddenly constricted.

...The Church of the Skull!

P.S.: Three pictures today. Goodnight, my darlings!

Remember to poop before you go to bed!