"This doesn't seem quite right."

  Zhao Zhu was now kneeling on the ground with both knees, his hands propping himself up on the ground, sweat dripping from his face, and a hint of resentment in his voice.

  "Rules? The group only prohibits using social forces to deal with people in the group, but it doesn't stop me from taking action myself. What I'm doing seems to be within the rules and won't trigger the group owner or attract the attention of administrators."

  Chen Hong felt it was nothing to care about, meanwhile, a hint of coldness began to gather between her eyebrows.

  "That thing is useless even if you keep it in your hands, so just hand it over. To be honest, I don't want to ruin our relationship because of this either."

  "Haha, friendship? Screw your mom's friendship!" Zhao Zhuo cursed out loud without hesitation.

  "You're too naive, we had some connections and relationships, but all that was settled when you gave me 500 points. I've never personally killed someone from the group before, hurry up and hand it over, everyone will be happy, won't they?"

  "How long have you been here?" Zhao Zhu suddenly asked, "From when I told you my location until now."

  "About... half an hour, what's wrong?" Chen Hong asked back.

  "So you think I've been lying in bed resting and waiting for you all this time?"

  Zhao Zhu let out a cold hum, and his body's muscles began to burst forth with all their might. He slowly got back up to his feet, seemingly also because he was bearing too much pressure, as crisp cracking sounds came from his joints.

  "You strengthened your body?" Chen Hong nodded, "Unfortunately, this formation can still increase the pressure by another fold, you won't be able to withstand it."

  "Don't get me wrong, I just wanted to feel my own strength earlier." Zhao Zhu said with a shake of his head.

  "What's next?"

  "Then it's us."

  At this time, the bathroom door was pushed open, and Zhu Jianping and Xiong Zhiqi walked out. Xiong Zhiqi's face showed obvious signs of fatigue, which was normal, after all, anyone who had just been fighting with female special forces all night and then rushed to the hotel after being woken up by a phone call would feel very tired and sleepy.

  On the contrary, Zhu Jianping seemed to be in higher spirits, and Xiong Zhiqi, standing behind him, couldn't help but mutter a curse under his breath: "Lewd worm." Indeed, it was well-known that Zhu Jianping was a philanderer, yet he still appeared so spirited and vigorous, truly a lustful ghost.

  When Chen Hong saw Zhu Jianping and Xiong Zhiqi suddenly walking out, his face changed instantly, becoming even more solemn. If it was just Zhao Zhu, Chen Hong was confident in his ability to control the situation. However, Xiong Zhiqi was a seasoned veteran who had experienced almost as many task worlds as himself, and all of them were extremely terrifying group tasks. Chen Hong knew that Xiong Zhiqi's trump card must be far more than his own. And Zhu Jianping, he was a madman who had already experienced seven task worlds and was notorious in the group. The fact that these two people appeared here to support Zhao Zhu suddenly turned the situation upside down.

  "Die, fatty, first break through the formation." Zhu Jianping stretched out his hands, pointing at Chen Hong, muttering to himself.

  Chen Hong was as if struck by lightning, standing unsteadily, swaying and almost falling, as if she had already fallen asleep. Obviously, under Zhu Jianping's full-force spiritual attack, Chen Hong basically had no resistance ability, which is actually the gap in strength and realm.

  Xiong Zhiqi's two hands suddenly turned bright red, like two electric irons, and then reached out in front of Zhao Zhu, Zhao Zhu saw the air in front of him evaporate, the spatial perspective also began to have a deviation, the whole thing twisted.

  "What are you still dazing about? Come out!" Xiong Zhiqi shouted at Zhao Zhu.

  Zhao Zhu walked towards the location where Xiong Zhiqi had torn open with both hands, and afterwards he felt a wave of relaxation throughout his body, almost losing his footing again and falling to the ground, luckily he was able to steady himself by leaning against the wall.

  On the other hand, Chen Hong had been thoroughly controlled by Zhu Jianping, and he was already kneeling on the ground, as if paying homage to his master, which was one of Zhu Jianping's favorite cruel hobbies.

  "Hmph, she's a playful one with her talismans and arrays. What a pity, if she had set up a protective array for herself beforehand or a spiritual defense array here, I think it would be quite troublesome to deal with her. But she was really too careless, or rather, she looked down on you too much, Zhao Zhu. She came to find you without even bringing any equipment, just a box of temporary array stones that can be used for setting up arrays. She completely didn't take you seriously."

  "I was a newcomer anyway, what's there to be concerned about." Zhao Zhu replied.

  "Cut it out, Zhao Dashi, why do you have to learn from that stupid fatty's way of pretending to be a pig to eat the tiger? I just noticed that your physical strength has increased by five or six times compared to before. Did you not exchange your spiritual physique for some kind of barbarian or savage physique? Just now, if you had suddenly burst out, you would still have had a chance to fight with that woman." Zhu Jianping's words were always straightforward and to the point.

  Xiong Zhiqi then picked up all the cloth arrays on the ground, and looked at Zhao Zhu, asking: "Zhao Ge, did you take that thing she said?"

  "I really didn't get it, at that time I was only focused on snatching the task props from the zombie's mouth, Yan Xing and I were separated by hundreds of zombies, I took the task props and was directly transmitted out, where did I have time to listen to his last words and take his legacy? By the way, earlier this evening someone came to ask me about this matter too."

  "Oh, who else is there?" Xiong Zhiqi asked.

  "A man around thirty years old, with a female driver subordinate, also from our group."

  "Oh, it's him." Xiong Zhiqi suddenly realized.

  "Don't you think you've just spoken nonsense?" Zhao Zhu looked at Xiong Zhiqi.

  "Oh, since he also believes that thing is not in your hands, then it should really not be in your hands. His name is Zou Mengxuan, and his ID in the group is 'I am a senior'. He has a habit of taking someone from the group as his servant. If that servant dies during a task one day, he will find another new person from the group to be his servant. As for himself, it's said that the number of terrifying online text-based game worlds he has been through is already more than some administrators. He is a rather extraordinary existence." Xiong Zhiqi explained, "I didn't expect him to come to SZ specifically to find you, he usually lives in Dali."

  "It seems there are quite a few perverts in this group."

  Zhao Zhu poured himself a glass of water, while Zhu Wanki was still lying in bed asleep, covered with a quilt, no need to worry about walking naked, and Zhu Jianping had also given Zhu Wanki sleep therapy beforehand, letting her have a good sleep, and not worrying that she would suddenly wake up and discover something.

  "Hey, stop chatting and solve this problem!" Zhu Jianping stretched out his hand to touch Chen Hong's chest, but unfortunately, Chen Hong was flat-chested. Zhu Jianping touched her twice, but he didn't feel anything interesting. He still preferred women with fuller figures.

  "Ask Zhao Ge then." Xiong Zhiqi shrugged.

  Just then, Chen Hong's phone rang in his pocket. Zhu Jianping took out the phone and said, "Hiss, the backstage B-player is calling, Zhao Hejing, a familiar name, ah, dead fat man, do you remember this person?"

  "Zhao Hejing? Shouldn't he be the Grasshead King from Northeast, and also a number one figure in the group?" Xiong Zhiqi's memory and intelligence were both quite good.

  "Chen Hong is also from Liaoning, she must have sent her." Zhao Zhu said at this time.

  "Alright, Zhao Dàshào, you answer the phone." Zhu Jianping tossed the mobile phone into Zhao Zhu's hands, "If you don't answer it, it doesn't matter, just smash it to pieces."

  Zhao Zhu didn't hesitate and directly pressed the answer button:

  "Hello." Zhao Zhuo spoke up first.

  Hearing that it was a man's voice, Zhao Hejing also naturally knew that Chen Hong had failed, and immediately smiled and tapped his cigarette holder, saying:

  "Is everything really in your hands?"

  Zhao and Jing didn't ask Chen Hong, but directly asked about that thing. Apparently, he attached great importance to that so-called thing.

  "It's really not here." Zhao Zhuo replied.

  "Oh, if he's really not there then forget it, let Chen Hong that girl come back." Zhao Hejing said matter-of-factly, as if sending Chen Hong was to accompany Zhao Zhu drinking tea.

  "Uh-huh, okay."

  "Hmm...hmm...hmm...hmm...hmm..."

  Next came a series of sharp blades slicing into flesh, accompanied by the sound of splattering blood.

  The person on the other end of the phone, Zhao and Jing, fell silent, because he was very clear what it meant, his face twitched slightly.

  Zhao Zhuang threw the military knife in his hand to one side, panting slightly, and said into the phone:

  "I'll be right back, I'll have someone transport the body back for you."