Wow! The item-dropping rate is really high!-Chapter 869 - 618 Misunderstanding?_2

So many of you want to split up the flesh of just one guy, you think that'll work?

Wait!

A flash of lightning crossed his mind—

"Major task!" he blurted out.

These bastards never show up unless there's profit involved. There's no way a regular job could make these selfish pricks suddenly join forces.

If they'd ever been willing to work together like this before, even the Dagger Society would have to acknowledge them. The reason Freeport is under the Dagger Society's control is precisely because these people are always scattered to the wind.

But now... for something to suddenly unite them? There's only one possibility!

Major task!

The so-called "major task" refers to an order from the Peak Alliance informing the syndicates that someone from the Bauhinia Republic escorting a treasure might pass through here. They are to stop that person at all costs!

But damn it, that crappy mission wasn't assigned to me! Otherwise, why would I still be wandering around aimlessly here?

Other than the basic intel, I know about as much as anyone outside the syndicates.

Could these fools honestly think I'm carrying out this secret mission?

Shit!

It's a misunderstanding! A complete misunderstanding!

"This time it really is a goddamn misunderstanding!"

"Hmph," one of the figures in the crowd sneered, "We know the Dagger Society's people are on their way. But sorry, this kind of opportunity doesn't have anyone's name on it!"

To the Peak Alliance, they don't care who fulfills their orders.

Lone wolves or the Dagger Society—it's all the same to them... ants.

Even a bit of grease slipping through the cracks of an organization that rules this vast Stellar District is enough for these people to live very comfortably.

"Opportunity, my ass!" Wild Wolf cursed, knowing full well these guys had lost their minds over dreams of boundless riches. He no longer bothered explaining.

Even if they knew the chances were slim, as long as there was a one-in-a-thousand chance, these opportunists would never miss this once-in-a-lifetime jackpot!

He simply turned to try and let the man behind him see the sincerity in his eyes. "Brother, you can see the situation yourself. These aren't my people. Right now, we're both grasshoppers tied to the same rope. Let me go, and I'll help you find some allies. Maybe we still have a slim chance of survival."

Bai E's gaze swept over the crowd of greens-eyed opportunists, and he smiled wryly. fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com

Casually tossing aside the man he'd restrained, Bai E flexed his arm with amusement.

A misunderstanding?

How interesting.

Coming to this alien environment, only to end up surrounded and attacked because of a misunderstanding...

Unexpectedly... not bad.

"Perfect chance to test you all out."

'...Let's see what these alien societies are really made of.'

A sharp grin spread across Bai E's face as he actively lunged into the fight!

The Satellite City's icy winds whipped past Bai E's cheeks, while the boiling blood surged wildly through his veins.

A mighty energy erupted from his not-so-strong-looking body, sending figures flying with every punch and kick.

Dressed sharply like a soldier, the moment Bai E sprang into action, he was like a tiger charging into a flock of sheep.

Those scattered loners who were typically feared found themselves no stronger than their individual selves had been just moments ago.

In fact, due to Bai E's added aggression with every move, their collapse came even quicker and more abruptly.

"Holy hell, this guy's incredible!" Wild Wolf muttered, having escaped the chaos and hidden himself to observe the carnage unfolding in front of him.

Report back for reinforcements? What reinforcements!

The Dagger Society was already running around like headless chickens over the "major task." If he went back to report this nonsense calling for backup over a random blunder... He didn't know how the lone wolves would end up, but he was sure he'd be bedridden for a solid three months.

Either way, whether this stranger suffered misfortune or these treacherous loners ate dirt, it had nothing to do with him.

Even if this lone warrior were eventually captured, and the greedy bastards handed him over for the bounty, they might finally see what "true terror" really meant.

But for now... things weren't unfolding as he'd guessed.

He'd considered the possibility this stranger might be strong; after all, he'd overpowered him almost effortlessly. Facing the mob of loners, surely he could hold his ground for a while.

What he hadn't expected was... this wasn't about how long the stranger could hold his ground—it was how long the mob could endure in the stranger's hands.

A literal tiger among sheep!

Not one opponent could last even a single exchange.

In this utterly one-sided battle, whatever fleeting strength the ragtag group of loners had was almost useless.

While Bai E's attacks didn't always instantly incapacitate his opponents, the loners' tendency to sacrifice their allies rather than help ensured their rapid downfall.

Those who were struck and stumbled preferred to whine helplessly on the ground rather than rise to create even the slightest trouble for him.

With such a hapless coalition, Bai E alone became a true unstoppable War God!

"Goddamn it!" Wild Wolf trembled with excitement as he peeked out from the corner.

Watching the stranger's fierce back cutting through the mob, his eyes began to gleam with insatiable greed.

"Could it be... Did I just hit the jackpot?"

Wild Wolf murmured softly, his gaze growing feverish.

Could any ordinary person display such devastating skill and unflinching bravery?

Facing dozens of martial artists, yet daring to launch the first attack.

Only military elites with absolute confidence in their own strength—those who value their mission above all—would act this boldly, wouldn't they?

Someone with these traits appearing here... There's hardly anyone who fits this description except for the "major task" target!

Yes, it had to be him!

The soldier-like attire, stoic, resolute aura, and the keen thoroughness when interrogating Wild Wolf earlier.

The moment Wild Wolf grasped this notion, he couldn't stop envisioning himself handing this mark over to the Peak Alliance on behalf of the Dagger Society.

"This is fucking thrilling!"

Wild Wolf was beginning to understand the lunatic greed of those loners earlier.

Even if the odds of this being the Alliance's person were one-in-a-million, the potential riches were enough to launch him into unimaginable glory!

"Call for backup!" At once, there was only one thought blazing in Wild Wolf's mind.

Cautiously pulling a communicator from his pocket, Wild Wolf kept one eye on the chaos while awaiting the device's response.

"Speak!" A cold voice suddenly crackled out from the communicator.

Wild Wolf covered the microphone, his voice trembling with excitement as he said, "Boss... Boss, I think I've found a lead on the 'major task.'"

The voice on the other end went silent before responding sternly the next moment, "You've found them? Where? What's the situation now?"

"In Structure Layer 13! A massive skirmish is happening at the scene. Those loners might have figured out their identity—there are roughly dozens of people attacking them!"

"Dozens?" The voice turned odd on the other end, "Loners? Do they have weapons?"

"Weapons? No way!" Wild Wolf replied, puzzled.

The Structure Layer was the Satellite City's foundation. Who'd dare use weapons here? Got a death wish or something?

"Get lost!" A sudden angry shout blasted from the communicator, "You dumbass, I knew you were useless!"

Wild Wolf stared blankly, full of grievance. "Boss... Boss?"

Perhaps accommodating his subordinate's lack of intelligence, the boss begrudgingly offered a brief explanation, "Use your pig brain! Someone entrusted to protect a nation's treasure—how long could dozens of scattered loners possibly last against her? Skirmish? 'Skirmish,' my ass!"