A bizarre and terrifying experience; I messed up the dungeon world.

The inside of the pipe is very narrow. It is 60 centimeters high and 80 centimeters wide. You can only crawl forward.

Zhou Lang was at the very front. He pushed the chainsaw in front of him. He didn't use his right leg; he relied entirely on his arms and left leg to support his body as he crawled forward. Echoes reverberated through the metal pipes. The sound of clothes rubbing against the metal was amplified.

Han Yingying followed behind Zhou Lang. The black robe was too large; the hem kept getting caught in the seams of the pipes. She stopped, drew her short knife, and cut off the entire hem of the robe, revealing the tight-fitting combat suit underneath. The suit clung to her skin, outlining her waist and legs. She stuffed the cut fabric into her pocket and continued crawling forward.

Old Ma was at the very back. He tied Liu Wei's ankles with the straps of his backpack and dragged him along. Liu Wei was still unconscious. His body twitched occasionally, and white foam came out of his mouth.

After climbing for twenty minutes, Zhou Lang stopped.

There's a crossroads ahead. There are pipes in all four directions.

Zhou Lang glanced at the time on his bracelet. Fifteen minutes had passed since the alarm sounded. The Black Gold Guild's reinforcements should have already surrounded the second basement level.

He needed to confirm the location. He didn't have the architectural plans for the central tower. He could only guess based on common sense. The central tower was a cylindrical structure. They had been in the edge area. Keep climbing outwards. They could reach the outer wall.

Zhou Lang chose the pipe on the left.

Han Yingying followed. Her knees scraped against the metal plate, making a rustling sound.

"There's no wind ahead," Han Yingying said.

Zhou Lang didn't answer. He continued crawling forward. The lack of wind meant that what lay ahead might be a dead end. But he had no way back. Going back would mean running into his pursuers.

I climbed to the end. There was a louvered ventilation opening.

There is light outside. Red light.

Zhou Lang peered out through the gap in the blinds.

It's not the corridor. It's outside.

They climbed out of the central tower.

The ventilation shaft hung suspended in mid-air, about ten meters above the ground. Below was a street. Unlike the central square we had passed through earlier, this street was narrow, lined with neon signs displaying the names of various guilds and trading information.

The streets were crowded with people, all wearing various kinds of gear.

Zhou Lang pushed the blinds open. They were locked.

He picked up the chainsaw. Without pulling the trigger, he inserted the edge of the saw blade directly into the gap in the blinds and pressed down hard.

A screw broke. The blinds fell down and hit a passerby on the head.

A passerby fell to the ground. People scattered. They looked up.

Zhou Lang threw his backpack down and jumped down after it.

He landed with his left leg bent, which cushioned the impact. His right leg was straight and did not bear any force.

Han Yingying jumped down after her. She did a somersault in the air and landed steadily. Her movements were very light. Her tight-fitting combat suit perfectly showcased her figure.

Old Ma pushed Liu Wei down. Liu Wei fell onto the garbage heap. Old Ma slid down the pipe in the wall.

People on the street gathered around.

Zhou Lang picked up his backpack and pulled out a chainsaw.

Someone in the crowd pointed at Han Yingying.

"That's Bai Ye," a man in a red vest shouted.

"Alive. 10,000 points reward."

A dozen or so people drew their weapons. Some had knives. Some had guns.

Zhou Lang looked at these people. They didn't have the red rose emblem on their chests. They weren't from the Black Gold Guild. They were solo players, or members of other small guilds.

They were after money.

Zhou Lang slung the chainsaw over his back and drew a pistol from his waist. He'd bought it at the market; the magazine held seven bullets.

The man in the red vest, carrying a machete, was at the forefront.

Zhou Lang raised his hand. He fired.

The bullet struck the man in the red vest in the knee. He fell to the ground, clutching his leg and screaming in pain.

The people behind stopped in their tracks.

Zhou Lang remained silent. He surveyed the crowd, calculating the number of bullets he had and the number of the opposing force. Seven bullets. Not enough to kill them all. Using a chainsaw would leave him covered in blood and attract the main force of the Black Gold Guild.

"We're not looking for you." A woman with a crossbow looked at Zhou Lang. "Leave that woman here. You go."

Zhou Lang turned to look at Han Yingying.

Han Yingying stood up straight, holding a short knife in her hand.

"You're worth ten thousand," Zhou Lang said.

"You're worth five hundred," Han Yingying replied.

Old Ma helped Liu Wei up. Liu Wei woke up. He touched his mouth.

"Where are my teeth?" Liu Wei asked.

"Half of it is broken," Old Ma said.

"This business is a loss." Liu Wei spat out a mouthful of blood.

The crowd slowly approached. The encirclement was shrinking.

Zhou Lang tucked the pistol back into his waistband. He then gripped the handle of the chainsaw with his other hand.

"Wait a minute." A voice came from outside the crowd.

The encirclement parted to create a path.

A group of people wearing black jackets walked in. Red roses were embroidered on their chests.

The Black Gold Guild. The leader was a tall, thin man wearing gold-rimmed glasses and holding a folding fan.

"Everyone disperse," the bespectacled man said. "The Black Gold Guild wants these guys."

The solo players exchanged glances, sheathed their weapons, and retreated to the sides. No one dared to provoke the second-ranked guild.

The bespectacled man stopped five meters in front of Zhou Lang.

He adjusted his glasses. His gaze swept over Zhou Lang and Han Yingying.

"Zhou Lang. Han Yingying. Ma Jianguo. Liu Wei," the bespectacled man announced their names. "Survivors of the Ghost Ship instance. They killed thirteen of my guild's peripheral members, a manager, and a major investor."

Zhou Lang remained silent.

"I am Zhao Qiang, the field operations leader of the Black Gold Guild." The bespectacled man opened his folding fan. "The vice president has ordered: dead or alive, it doesn't matter."

Zhao Qiang waved his hand.

The twenty-odd men in black jackets behind him drew their weapons. All were identical, standard-issue longswords. The blades gleamed blue. They were electrified.

Zhou Lang pulled the start rope of the chainsaw.

The engine roared. Exhaust gases billowed out.

"Liu Wei. He bites," Zhou Lang said.

Liu Wei was taken aback. "I just broke a tooth."

"Use the rest to bite."

Zhou Lang rushed out.

Chapter 34

Zhou Lang wasn't moving fast. He was controlling the force on his right leg.

Two men in black jackets rushed towards him. A long sword was aimed at Zhou Lang's head.

Zhou Lang didn't dodge. He raised his chainsaw and swept it across.

The saw blade and the electrified long knife collided. Sparks flew everywhere.

The chainsaw was very powerful. The long blade was deflected. Zhou Lang twisted his wrist. The chainsaw then smoothly sliced ​​into the waist of the black jacket on the left side.

The bulletproof vest was torn apart. Blood spurted out. The black jacket fell to the ground.

The man in the black jacket on the right seized the opportunity and slashed Zhou Lang in the back.

Zhou Lang was wearing a bulletproof vest. The blade sliced ​​through his outer garment and became lodged in the bulletproof plate. Electricity flowed along the blade.

Zhou Lang's body went numb. He retaliated with a punch to the black-jacketed man's Adam's apple. The sound of cartilage cracking rang out. The black-jacketed man collapsed, clutching his neck.

Zhao Qiang stood at the back, watching Zhou Lang.

He assessed the disabled man's fighting ability. Great strength. Quick reflexes. No unnecessary movements. All killing blows. This wasn't an ordinary player. Like a veteran who had survived the battlefield.

But there's only one person. It won't last long.

Han Yingying moved.

She didn't rush towards the black jacket. Instead, she jumped onto a fruit stand nearby.