The Survival Rules of NPCs

Chapter 57: Dog Egg Makes His Move!

"Hey Chicken Bro, look, isn't that someone from Han Du City?"

In the underground black market tavern, some casual players who hadn't been getting any quests lately were drinking and playing cards out of boredom when they saw several people escorting a woman in a law school uniform into the tavern. With sharp eyes, they immediately recognized the people as their mortal enemy, Han Duhui.

"Eh? Eh? Eh!"

A group of players gathered around, their eyes filled with hostility: "You've crossed the line, you Koreans!"

The feud between Han Du and ordinary players in Milan Deir has a long history. In the beginning, everyone was scattered in some cities attached to Milan Deir, doing odd jobs and taking on some black jobs. However, Han Du systematically engaged in internal competition, lowered prices, and even slandered and sabotaged their tasks, forcing many of them to almost withdraw from those nearby cities.

If it weren't for the protection of Murong Yunji, a powerful figure in the Milandir underground black market, these scattered warriors would probably have nowhere to hide.

Although the Koreans in Milan have been unable to suppress them for years, they still harbor resentment towards each other. They didn't come looking for trouble themselves, yet they dared to come knocking? Did they really think they could act so recklessly just because their boss hasn't returned these past two years? Do they think things are still the same as before?

A group of players surrounded them, while the players from Han Du City frowned and protected the woman inside.

The woman showed no fear in the face of these poorly dressed players, who looked like refugees from the bottom of society; she simply covered her nose in disgust and said, "I have nothing to do with the Rain Woman."

The fluent Mandarin made everyone frown. Fatty Chicken spoke up in a low voice: "I advised Rain Girl not to go to the academy, it's not our territory. She wouldn't listen, she stubbornly insisted on going, and as a result, you guys targeted her, she's been stuck for five years and hasn't graduated. It was her choice, she deserves to be unlucky, but you've come all the way here to bully people, do you really think we're dead?"

The woman frowned. Wasn't it said that these Chinese players weren't very united? They've been suffering losses for so many years because they don't understand risk and teamwork. Why would they stand up for Rain Girl like this?

"I need to speak with her about something..."

"Get lost!" Fatty Chicken drew a longsword from his backpack. "I'll only say this once!"

"Ungrateful..." A ruthless glint flashed in the woman's eyes. During the day, they couldn't openly go looking for Rain Girl at the academy. After being followed by Mrs. Eliza, Rain Girl went to Michel's mansion, which was not a place they could just barge into. They waited in secret all day and finally saw Rain Girl come out alone and walk into the underground black market. How could they miss this opportunity? They just didn't expect that these losers in the black market would be so tough.

"Kill them!"

"Uh... Vice President? Really?" The leading group of tall warriors were stunned upon hearing this. Taking action directly in the black market would violate the original agreement.

Everyone in the Milandale player community knows that Murong Yunji was there to protect them. She was the only player who dared to venture into the battlefield. Later, due to her meritorious service, she was recommended to military academy. Two years ago, she graduated as a lieutenant and continued to fight on the front lines. She was someone that the president of Handu City dared not underestimate.

Back when those down-on-their-luck Chinese players were almost wiped out and had nowhere to go, Murong Yunji, all alone with a long sword, killed four senior deacons, two vice presidents, and more than thirty members of Han Du City outside this black market, creating a safe haven for these Chinese players.

The guild leader later signed an agreement with that person, agreeing not to deliberately sabotage these players' missions and not to cause trouble in the underground black market, which led to a few years of peace.

"Murong Yunji participated in the siege of the Southern Witch Kingdom and there's been no news of her for a year. You don't really think she's still alive, do you?" the vice president said coldly. "I'll give you one last chance. Get out of the way... or else..."

"What else can we do?" Fatty Chicken pointed his longsword, and the onlookers all drew their weapons.

The woman's face darkened at the group's aggressive attitude. Confused, she said coldly, "I've heard that guy doesn't have a very good relationship with you guys."

"That's not the issue..." Fatty Chicken waved his hand, "Relationships are relationships, and positions are positions. As long as someone is from here, they can't be bullied. I can bully them, but you bunch of Koreans can't!"

The two players next to him rolled their eyes and laughed at the strutting Fatty Chicken, saying, "You dare to steal the boss's words."

On that snowy night, Murong Yunji single-handedly slaughtered Han Dui, leaving them battered and bruised, yet she stood like a wall in front of the group of Chinese players who were being chased.

This was also her answer when questioned by the president of the Han City Association.

I'm not familiar with them, but relationships are relationships and positions are positions. We're from the same place, so I can bully them, but you bunch of Koreans can't!

"Tch..." Fatty Chicken, nostrils flared, said, "I admit I'm a coward. I'm not as fierce as Biaozi and the others, but I don't even have the ability to defend the territory for the boss. All these years I've taken all those favors from the boss for nothing!"

"A pig's nose stuck with scallions..." A group of players complained, but they all crowded around, their attitude clear: if you want to fight, then fight; hand over the person? No way!

Not far away, Yu Nu Wu Gua was holding some materials, looking at this group of people with a somewhat complicated expression.

Behind her, Sweet Rice Dumpling cautiously asked, "Who is that Murong Yunji? Is she really that powerful?"

"That's awesome..." Yu Nu Wugua nodded, "Our Mirandier's number one player!"

"Uh..." Sweet Rice Dumpling suddenly felt a little embarrassed. Compared to the other person's impressive achievements, his own status as the number one player in the North District was really nothing to brag about...

"Do it..." Seeing this, the woman knew she wouldn't achieve her goal without taking action, and coldly said, "I'll take responsibility if anything goes wrong. Do it!"

As soon as the words were spoken, a bloodthirsty glint flashed in the eyes of the tall, burly man in the lead. He grinned and charged forward. His body swelled up noticeably during the charge, making him look like a human tank. He smashed into the players, including Fatty Chicken, and sent them flying!

"Holy crap, damn it... an extraordinary warrior?" Fatty Chicken rolled awkwardly on the ground, barely managing to get up. He took a breath and found that his ribs hurt so much that he was sweating profusely and almost couldn't breathe properly. He glanced at the deformed shield and his eyes were extremely serious.

He was a level 13 shield warrior. When the opponent charged at him, he saw that the situation was not good, so he took out his signature weapon from his spatial bag. He didn't expect to be killed in one move. If he wasn't an extraordinary warrior, he would have eaten shit upside down!

The other players who were knocked away were also horrified. Most of the damage had been absorbed by Fatty Chicken, but even so, quite a few people still had broken ribs. This guy... I think his name is Cui Yuzhe? Two years ago, he had a conflict with Chicken Brother while on a mission, and I remember being severely taught a lesson by Fatty Chicken. How come he's become so exaggerated after only two years?

"Scattered soldiers..." The woman looked at the group of disheveled Chinese players and sneered, "Now you understand? The guild model you despise is the best model. Fighting alone, how much have you improved in a few years? With a well-defined division of labor and concentrated resources, we can cultivate four extraordinary professionals in two years, while you? You're still a bunch of thugs in the underground black market."

Fatty Chicken spat and, sweating profusely, straightened each of his fingers gripping the shield. The impact had deformed all his fingers holding the shield.

"That sounds nice, but isn't it just exploiting the lower classes? Your guild, including those scattered throughout the cities of Mirandil, must have over a thousand people, right? How many of them are high-level fighters? And what have those at the very bottom, working as hard as oxen, received in return?"

"Their sacrifices made the guild more reliable and powerful, and only when the guild is strong can they have more possibilities. This is the right path. Look at you all, living day to day without knowing tomorrow. When you encounter problems, you can only hope that someone like Murong Yunji will appear. But can you expect to see a Murong Yunji every time you encounter a problem?"

Fatty Chicken was stunned. Could it be that these bastards' approach was actually correct? Did they really have to join that exploitative system to become powerful? Were they just a rabble?

"Pretty pretentious, huh?" A cold, mocking voice suddenly rang out, startling the smug players from Han City. Why did that voice sound like it was coming from the ground?

Fatty Chicken also looked puzzled. He recognized the voice; wasn't it Gou Dan? But where was that kid hiding?

"You think you've found the right approach just because you concentrate resources on training a few people?"

A dark shadow abruptly rose from the ground, transforming into a slender figure in the moonlight, with a pair of emerald-like eyes filled with cold mockery.

"Extraordinary?" The woman's expression changed. "Shadow element? How is that possible?"

Among extraordinary empowerments, the Shadow type is extremely rare, and its value far surpasses that of ordinary enhancement or beast transformation empowerments. Even among precious elemental empowerments, the Shadow type is a top-tier extraordinary empowerment.

How could it have fallen into the hands of these thugs? How is that possible?

"What's impossible?" Gou Dan sneered. "Your Han City has concentrated the resources of thousands of players, and only a few people have been trained? Is this the right path? Concentrating everyone's hopes, what if the result is just a bunch of useless people? Who will be the lowly laborers? Who will stand on high ground to receive these concentrated resources? Can you be fair? Will you select the best?"

"Of course!" the woman said coldly.

"Really? So this is the level of those selected through the merit-based training?" Wang Gou Dan grinned, beckoning to the burly man who had just knocked down a group of players: "Come on, let me see what kind of trash your guild's 'excellent' selection of top-tier fighters really is!"