One person: Starting with the Rumble-Rumble Fruit, his grandmaster uncle emerges from seclusion.

Zhang Chulan slammed the knife into the ground and raised his hand to make a "pause" gesture.

He craned his neck and, like counting chicks, pointed to each member of the American team with his finger:

"One, two, three, four."

After counting, Zhang Chulan turned back and pointed to his own team's lineup:

"One, two, three, four, five!"

The headcount has been calculated.

The fatigue on Zhang Chulan's face vanished instantly.

He stood with his hands on his hips, his tail practically wagging in arrogance, shouting loudly at his teammates behind him:

"Brothers! Five against four! The advantage is on our side!!!"

That shout.

William's eyelids twitched violently, and he almost dropped the dagger in his hand.

What the hell is the advantage in my favor?!

Are you blind?!

You have a half-crippled guy lying on the ground coughing up blood over there, how dare you count him as a full-fledged fighter?!

"Zhang Chulan, have you lost your mind?"

Lucy, the girl from the American team with the mohawk, had a look on her face as if she were an idiot.

"That Taoist priest with the bun hairstyle of yours, his primordial spirit is injured, he can barely stand up now, right? Five against four? He's just a burden now!"

"Exactly!" the burly man named Hank echoed, clenching his fist.

"A bunch of exhausted soldiers, still daring to daydream here!"

Hearing the other party repeatedly use phrases like "at the end of its rope" and "a burden," he felt a sense of relief.

Zhang Chulan wasn't angry at all; instead, he rolled his eyes and spat out a mouthful of contempt.

"Get lost! Stop bragging here!"

Zhang Chulan waved his hand and beckoned directly to Chen Duo:

"Junior Uncle! Let these foreign devils see what's what!"

Chen Duo nodded obediently and took two steps forward.

She walked up to Wang Ye, who was still lying on the ground, and squatted down.

A small, fair hand gently rose.

"Spring thunder turns into rain."

Chen Duo read a sentence in a soft voice.

next second.

"Bah!"

A vibrant green arc of electricity, brimming with boundless vitality, pierced directly into Wang Ye's brow!

The green lightning bolt had just entered.

"Hiccup!"

Just a moment ago, Master Wang was still weak and listless.

Suddenly I let out a burp!

Immediately afterwards, to the astonishment of the American team members...

Wang Ye's pale face quickly regained its rosy color, as if he had been injected with chicken blood!

He suddenly jumped up from the ground!

He even did two high knee raises on the spot, plus a standard Tai Chi push hands starting stance!

"Whew! That feels so good!"

Wang Ye twisted his neck.

Not only was his previous weakness completely gone, but he also felt that the mental exhaustion caused by forcibly opening the Qimen formation had been healed by this lightning!

Wang Ye tucked his hands into his sleeves, reverting to his usual smug and lazy demeanor, and raised an eyebrow at William opposite him:

"Sorry, everyone. The ground was a bit cold just now, so I lay down and rested for a while."

"Now that the battery is fully charged, we can continue our chat."

"..."

The entire platform was deathly silent.

What kind of insane recovery skill is this?!

Using only one finger?

How could they so quickly heal a warlock who was clearly weakened and whose spirit had been damaged?!

What's the point of fighting?!

With a super-powerful healer in your team, how are we supposed to play this game?!

"You...you all..."

William pointed at the lively Wang Ye, then at the well-behaved Chen Duo, and immediately became agitated.

That arrogant attitude of "I've got you all figured out" has long since crumbled into dust.

Looking at the foreigners' shocked expressions, as if they were questioning the meaning of life.

Zhang Chulan felt incredibly satisfied.

But he had no intention of foolishly rushing in to fight them head-on.

Zhang Tianyi's words before leaving were etched in his mind: if you can't beat them, run; if you can, use dirty tricks.

In the current situation, although it's five against four, the opponent is, after all, a top mutant from Behemoth. If it really comes down to a fight to the death, no one will gain an absolute advantage.

This is completely contrary to his principle of maximizing his own interests without any shame.

then.

With a flick of his wrist, Zhang Chulan shoved the gleaming watermelon knife back into its sheath at his waist.

His previous thuggish and aggressive demeanor vanished instantly.

She immediately put on a warm and welcoming smile.

"Oh dear, Captain William! Don't be so tense!"

Zhang Chulan clapped his hands and swaggered two steps toward the American team.

As the saying goes, having more friends means having more paths to take, while having more enemies means having more walls to block your way.

"Since we've run into each other here, it must be fate!"

Zhang Chulan rubbed his hands together, smiling like a black cab driver soliciting passengers at a train station entrance:

"As the old saying goes, the martial world isn't just about fighting and killing! It's about human relationships and social interactions!"

"Captain William, since our goal is the same: the Longevity Elixir."

"Why don't we put down the knife we're holding?"

Zhang Chulan lowered his voice, his tone full of seductive meaning:

"How about we discuss a multi-billion dollar project?"

Chapter 379 "Good brothers in our hearts, the alliance is formed!"

The atmosphere suddenly became very strange after Zhang Chulan said this.

The two sides were on the verge of a fight to the death just a second ago.

Because of Zhang Chulan's sudden remark about "discussing a big project," the channel was abruptly switched from action movies to spy thrillers.

William paused for a moment.

He did not lower his guard just because Zhang Chulan put away his weapon; on the contrary, his azure eyes revealed a strong sense of vigilance.

As the captain carefully cultivated by Behemoth, William is not the kind of brute who is all brawn and no brains.

He knew all too well how cunning these Chinese people were.

"Discussing projects?"

William gave a forced smile, the dagger still held horizontally in front of his chest, maintaining a safe distance where he could strike at any moment.

"Brother Chu Lan, your ability to change your expression quickly has impressed me."

"However, as you just said, there are five of you now, and you're in good shape. We only have four here."

William tilted his head and pointed out the logical flaw incisively:

"With such a significant numerical advantage, you actually proposed a truce? This doesn't align with the principle of 'strike while the iron is hot' in your Chinese military strategy."

"I think you need to give me a reasonable explanation."

"Hey! Captain William, you're way too defensive!"

Zhang Chulan put on a pained expression, as if to say, "You've really misunderstood me."

He confidently took two more steps forward, immediately closing the distance between them.

"Let's do the math!"

Zhang Chulan held up two fingers and began to analyze the pros and cons for William in a very serious manner:

"That's right, we're now five against four. If it comes down to a hard fight, we definitely have a better chance of winning."

"but!"

Zhang Chulan changed the subject, his tone becoming serious: