Wow! The item-dropping rate is really high!

The crowd that silently watched the spokesperson's house on the street remained utterly silent, the atmosphere was as still as death—none of the silent figures even spared a glance for the two wild dogs who had brought Franca along.

The mood was eerily bizarre.

Leading them was the group of ragged henchmen the wild dog knew.

One of the henchmen, with a slovenly posture and a hunched back, leaned against the door of the spokesperson's house, knocking on it languidly as if drained of all strength.

While knocking, he shouted, "Old man! Open up! Old man! Open the door! We've got business with you!"

"Bang Bang Bang Bang!" The force of his knocking grew stronger, causing the door to resound with thuds.

Gilder, who was inside the room tallying accounts, suddenly looked up, his aged face revealing a look of worry.

A familiar feeling…

The Master was right, those who had lived through the demon disaster were more prone to corruption, but he had already asked the Master's guard to keep a strict watch over these people—how did they

The rat-man immediately scurried to the corner wall, his keen sense of danger making him instinctively flee from any threat that could endanger him.

It was only because he remembered he had to obey the Master's order to protect the old man, otherwise, he would have already been digging a tunnel three feet deep to escape…

Gilder straightened out his clothes and stood up.

He indeed used to be an ordinary person, but through his long experience of managing others, he had self-taught how to carry himself and adjust his tone of speech to be persuasive and commanding.

Now, as he stood up and walked toward the door, he carried the air of a noble family's senior butler.

"Creak~"

The door opened, and Gilder stepped out from the shadows of the eaves into the twilight, his gaze calmly sweeping over the silent figures standing around.

Twenty-seven, not too many…

What are they trying to do?

His mind whirled with thoughts, and Gilder's gaze finally rested on the blond man standing close by—the former henchman of Wallis, the one that the Master's guards had warned to be wary of.

Had they finally decided to cause trouble?

The man's sneering, upside-down triangular eyes held a disdainful look, "Hey, old man, you've gotten used to bossing us around these past few days, haven't you? I'm telling you, today… your good days are over!"

"Slap!"

An unexpected slap struck the old man's face, and blood immediately trickled from the corner of his mouth.

"Ah!" Wild Dog, standing in the middle of the street, let out a cry of shock, standing frozen on the spot, "What are you doing!"

The blond man sneered and glanced back at him, then kicked the old man's knee.

"Kneel down!"

Gilder's knee bent, but he forced himself to stand upright again.

The two companions following the blond man also joined in, one of them giving Gilder a kick from behind, "Kneel down!"

After delivering their kicks, the two exchanged a glance and saw a glint of surprise in each other's eyes.

Power…

They felt power!

"Come on, come over!" The blond man wasn't in a rush to kill this so-called "spokesperson"—he was the source of their newfound power; how could they kill him so easily?

The first one to beckon the stunned Wild Dog was the blond man, "Come on, come on! Little wild dog! Don't say that Big Brother doesn't take care of you! Come! Give him a slap, and from then on, whatever you want, you'll have it!"

'After betrayal, you can have everything…'

'After betrayal, the world is vast and open…'

'Betray your Master, betray Order, betray everything, and you will regain control of everything…'

'You are your own Master, no one can control your destiny…'

'Betray! Betray!'

The messy whispers echoed in his ears, the voices filling his mind prompted Wild Dog to instinctively cover his ears, trying to block them out.

However, the characters buzzed like tadpoles, ceaselessly burrowing into his ears, and the inhuman cacophony gradually took on clear meaning…

"I don't want this!"

"I don't want this!"

"Tsk!" The blond man scoffed with disdain at the sight of Wild Dog struggling in pain on the spot and didn't insist; instead, he turned to the others, "Come on! Everyone, take a turn! One strike to him, and this is our first step towards freedom!"

The sound spread like an aura, rippling through the very space.

Franca's right hand clenched the hilt of her longsword, her eyes narrowed in silence, but she did not make a move.

As an enforcer from the Arbitration Place, she could disregard any rules and simply purge these manifest heretics.

However, each enforcer has their own way of operating, and there is no protocol for dealing with heretics… she wanted to see if the "Mysterious Master" had any contingency plans for this.

Indeed, humans who had witnessed demons firsthand were more susceptible to corruption, as she had once said.

Thus, was that Mysterious Master prepared for everything that was currently unfolding, and did he have any emergency plans in place?

Even if he was not here at the moment…

"Brother Three, should we take action?"

The magnified image in the binoculars captured everything happening in the distance; the old soldier, after lowering his binoculars, turned to ask the older soldier who had led them this far.

Brother Three frowned and pondered for a moment before deciding, "Wait and see…"

They didn't dislike the person who had recently set the rules, but they weren't opposed to seeing Black Street return to its former chaotic state.

After all, compared to the great pursuits they had in mind, these current events were insignificant.

"Yes, sir!"

"There's no 'sir' anymore…" Brother Three lit a cigarette.

In the swirl of smoke, there was quiet anticipation for what was brewing in the distance.

"Smack!"

"Ptooey!"

"Tui!"

Some slapped a face, some kicked, some spat, others just made a show of it without daring to do more.

The Rat-man crouched in the shadow behind the house, watching Gilder's back intently.

The old man had told him that he was the adult's face, and that running away on a whim was not allowed.

Unless he signaled with a gesture, he must not lead him to escape.

Gilder's body trembled slightly, seemingly indifferent to the various strikes that were neither light nor heavy and were more like humiliations. He asked in a calm tone, "What do you want to do?"

"What do we want to do?" The blond man sneered.

Nothing in particular.

Just feel like betraying.

Just don't want to listen to you.

Who do you think you are, always demanding they do this and that?

I've got a gun in my hand and a strong punch, why should I be the one to do all that?

"Tui!"

A wad of thick spit hit Gilder's face and slowly slid down.

A roar erupted from the end of the street as Kuang Xin, with an axe in each hand, rushed over with bulging eyes, yelling, "What are you doing!"

"We should first understand the situation..." Dai Lian attempted to analyze.

Kuang Xin and Xu Ruoguang charged out like battering rams.

"Screw asking! Knock them down first, then ask!"

"See that? These are the lapdogs!" the blond man shrieked, his voice growing more distorted, "Kill them! Brothers, kill them!"

God's authority granted him the ability to communicate with everyone at the spiritual level, and his will, amplified like through a loudspeaker, was directly cast into the minds of every "traitor."

Everyone's disgust for "lapdogs" was so intense, those so-called "loyal" dogs were the biggest enemies of "betrayal"!
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"Go to hell!" Kuang Xin kicked over the resident who rushed at him, trying to stop his advance.

Still rational, he didn't kill indiscriminately; the axes were used more for slapping than chopping.

Up to now, while their power as players might still be far from touching the limits of the combat power of this game world, against these ordinary people...

"Hum!"

Dull purple light emanated from the eyes of two residents, and Kuang Xin instantly felt an invisible force restraining his ankles.

His body, running at full speed, lost its balance and was abruptly tripped.

The voice of Gu Lan from behind warned, "Be careful, they've got Spiritual Energy!"

A different use of Spiritual Energy, more like a Spell from legends.

Demons!

Gu Lan drew her Longsword, Spiritual Energy blazing fiercely as it clung to the blade.

In these few days, she had already learned "self-restraint"; although burning Spiritual Energy was still dangerous, it was at least not as vulnerable as a Spiritual Body without any resistance in a high-dimensional space at the start.

"Fuck!" The fear of that powerful person's bodyguard eroded the blond man's mind, but the more perilous and thrilling the moment, the stronger the beat of his traitorous heart became.

"Smack!" The blond man suddenly slapped Gilder again.

[Physical Strength +0.1.]

Not enough! Not enough!

The blond man, unable to see the panel but sensing a slight improvement in his power, grew increasingly frantic. Any act of betrayal would bring strength, but repeated actions didn't bring additional gains.

Too little! Too little!

The root of it all was that "great person" they spoke of!

That mysterious lord!

"I know you have a way to contact him, and the guy behind you! Bring him here! Bring him here! I want to chop off his head with my own hands! Tell him who my true master is!"

Boom!

An astonishing power exploded in the perception of the non-real world, and the blast swept the souls of everyone present.

The dim purple glow of Spiritual Energy burned like substance in the blond man's eyes as he turned to face Xu Ruoguang charging at him.

In that moment of "bullet time," Xu Ruoguang felt as if a battering ram had smashed into his chest, and he was sent flying instantaneously.

Without looking back, the blond man continued to urge Gilder, "Hurry up! Hurry! I want him to witness the death of his lapdogs with his own eyes! This is the first gift I'm giving him!"

"Boom!" Following Xu Ruoguang, Kuang Xin's body was also blasted away.

"..." Gilder, witnessing everything that was happening, realized only when he saw those who served the powerful person couldn't counter this crisis, that they couldn't resolve the situation on their own.

So, he hesitated slightly before reaching into his chest.

The next moment, however, the item was violently seized by an invisible hand.

"Is this it? Is this it? Hahaha!" Holding the signal gun, the blond man examined it briefly, then suddenly raised it towards the sky.

"Whoosh~~~~~~"

"Pop!"