Wow! The item-dropping rate is really high!

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The independent players' eyes flickered, stepping back lightly, their faces sporting an awkward smile, "Can we choose not to? My buddies and I are just here to watch the fun, we have no interest in the mission."

"Click click click!"

The sound of firearms being taken off safety almost melded into one, and in the next moment, the independent players found several long rifles and short guns aimed straight at their faces.

A group of gun-toting youngsters bore threatening expressions, their intent to coerce clear as day.

Ren Fengxing, slightly displeased, pushed the rifle resting on his shoulder and adjusted his leather jacket as he stepped forward, his face still wearing that threatening smile, "So, how about it? Want to think it over?"

"No need to think!" Independent Player Number One declared with righteous indignation, "Clearing all heretics for humanity is the innate mission of our existence!"

Independent Player Number Two picked up his handgun, his face filled with rage as he looked towards the distant Orc Tribe, "For the Alliance! Charge!"

"Very good," Ren Fengxing nodded with satisfaction, "In the Yan Kingdom, we have an old saying, 'He who laughs, a martial artist, will be a hero!' You guys, you've got potential!"

The independent players nodded and bowed repeatedly, "Definitely! Definitely!"

"Next!" Ren Fengxing waved his hand dismissively.

Independent Player Number One hurried to the front, "Fengxing, this way please. I know a few of those lads over there, let me introduce them to you... for Big Brother Fengxing!"

"Not bad, kid!"

"Of course! Of course!"

...

"Hey! You there, boy, Fengxing asked me to bring you a message. He says in our Yan Kingdom there's an old saying, called..."

"No need, boss! Count me in!"

...

"Can you let me finish my damn sentence!"

...

"Our dear Fengxing..."

"Fengxing, right! I know him, the chief executive of the Black Hole Guild! Any particular things to take care of?"

"He says, heh heh..."

"Heh heh~"

"Heh heh?"

"Heh heh your mother's head! I'll stuff a round up your damn Yanzi ass!"

With a "click," a bullet was chambered.

"Bam bam bam bam!"

Gunfire rattled indiscriminately!

Independent Player Number One blew the gunsmoke from the barrel.

He stepped forward to pick up the shotgun from the dead body of a rebellious player.

"We all use pistols, and you've got a shotgun. Who else but you was going to die?"

...

Sitting atop a broken-down cart, Ren Fengxing gazed at the team that was recruiting all independent players, its size growing ever more formidable.

"Still plenty of smart ones around~"

The elegant Gu Lan, resting a hand on her sword hilt, her long legs protruding from the slit of her skirt, set foot on the edge of the cart.

Looking towards the ongoing recruiting, she smiled in admiration, "You've really made enemies of them now."

"So what if I've made enemies? What are they gonna do, bite me?" Ren Fengxing scoffed.

You know what Black Hole means?

The meaning of Black Hole is that I'm here, and everyone has to be drawn in.

They're all mine. They all listen to me!

Gu Lan shifted her gaze back from the scene, looking beside her at Ren Fengxing, who was playing with a blade of foxtail in his mouth, "What's your battle plan?"

Ren Fengxing did not answer directly, instead waving over one of his underlings, "Come on, show our beautiful lady here what Black Hole Guild is made of."

"On it!"

"Huff and puff~"

Four people, two pairs of underlings carried a cumbersome wooden crate half a person's height between them, struggling mightily as they brought it over from afar.

"Clunk!"

"Clunk!"

The heavy wooden crates were let go just five centimeters from the ground, crashing and shattering with the sound.

Inside was something metallic...

"You damn well be careful!" Ren Fengxing couldn't help but kick out in response to that sound.

The player who tumbled all over didn't get angry but clambered up chuckling, "Boss, it's just too heavy... we've lugged it all the way from the city..."

"Go get your pay yourself! An extra 80 for a kick."

That player immediately perked up, presenting his rear, "Come on, kick a few more times, more kicks..."

"Scram!"

Gu Lan raised an eyebrow, her piercing eyes fixed on Ren Fengxing, who was jesting and cursing in front of her, waiting for him to reveal the answer himself.

"Open it," commanded Ren Fengxing with a glance, and the remaining two lackeys quickly stepped forward.

"Click!"

"Click!"

At the crisp sound of unlocking, the wooden crates opened on cue.

Inside were… black, disc-like objects that resembled flying saucers?

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Gu Lan squinted his eyes, "This is..."

"Mine!" Ren Fengxing stepped forward, slapping the steel creation that still glistened with oil, "remote-controlled."

"…" Enjoy new adventures from empire

Gu Lan's gaze at Ren Fengxing flickered with a hint of admiration.

This thing was not easy to deal with.

And judging by the quality, it didn't seem like the product of some shoddy, makeshift workshop.

Ren Fengxing lifted his rust-colored leather jacket, revealing a black box at his waist resembling a brick phone, "The remote controller. I press it, and it goes boom!"

These were the most advanced strategic weapons currently in the possession of the Black Hole Guild; those hulking Orcs might look big and strong, but as long as they were still made of flesh and blood, they too had to bow down before the might of firearms.

In front of the Minefield Array, all creatures are equal!

"Let's go! Find a spot to see how many of those green-skins there are," Ren Fengxing quickly shut the wooden crate.

"You're going?"

"Both of us."

"I won't be looking out for you if we start running."

"Don't worry, I'll cover your back."

…

Orc Tribe.

In a clearing surrounded by a crude fence made of mud, rows of simple wooden targets were stuck into the ground.

Flying axes occasionally whooshed past, some occasionally hitting the targets, their ferocious power easily smashing the wooden targets to smithereens, while many more… simply whizzed through the gaps.

"Waaaaagh!" the leader of the Fu Yue Clan roared out in frustration, having thrown numerous hand axes without achieving the desired effect.

The oblivious young ones watching beside him cried out in imitation, not knowing why but feeling inexplicably excited, "Waaaagh!"

As he weighed a hand axe, the leader of the Fu Yue Clan narrowed his eyes at the targets, scanned the heads of the watching lads, and then turned to look at the football chucked around and chased by a pack of dogs on the ground…

The former chieftain still clung to life stubbornly, mouth wide open trying to bite the dogs.

Suddenly, inspiration struck the current chief, and with a sweep of his large hand, he ordered the nearest cleaver boy, "Throw that head up for me!"

"Right! No problem, Boss!" The called Orc scurried away, large feet stomping into the fray of dogs, kicking a dog that refused to let go of an ear, and then grabbing the former chieftain's head and turned back to his boss, "Here it comes, Boss!"

"Whoosh!"

With all his might, he threw the head into the sky.

Far... Far away...

The current chief squinted, craning his neck to watch, and only after a long while did he see a black spot lazily falling down.

The hand axe twirled effortlessly in his hand, and without aiming, the chief tossed it into the sky.

"Thwack!"

The two trajectories intersected in the air; the head struck by the hand axe split instantly, its juice splashed in all directions, like a burst watermelon...

Seeing the accurate hit, the ecstatic Orc chief raised his fist and shouted, "Waaaaaagh!"

All the subordinates echoed loudly, "Waaaaaagh!"

"I knew I could hit it! What's the point of wooden targets?" The chief, grinning from ear to ear with excitement, turned to look at some puny kids in the corner.

Useless weaklings that never grow strong!

"Chop their heads off for me!"

Suddenly, a swarm of his followers rushed over, repeating the chief's words, "Chop their heads off for me!"

"Chop their heads off for me!"

"Chop their heads off for me!"

"Waaaaagh!"

Numerous heads soared into the sky, each accurately struck by the howling hand axes.

"Tsk tsk!" Ren Fengxing, secretly observing, recoiled behind the bushes, "So brutal…"

They kill their own at the drop of a hat.

How did these Orcs become such scourges and enemies of mankind?

Is it just because they're physically strong?

A mere underling can throw a head that high...

"What kind of crazy thing is this that we're tasked to fight?" Ren Fengxing cursed under his breath and began to walk back, "Bad luck!"

Back in their own territory, Gu Lan remained silent, simply recalling everything she had observed, and then asked Ren Fengxing softly, "Did you notice? That leader is injured."

"Injured?"

Gu Lan nodded, "That leader, there's a penetrating scar on his shoulder in the back, he's been wounded there!"

She didn't believe for a second that the big boss of this mission could be easily killed by a mine; in the end, it might come down to a bayonet fight.

Knowing the enemy's weakness provided an opportunity to launch targeted attacks.

"Now that you mention it... there does seem to be one," Ren Fengxing squinted as he recalled, "It looks like a through-and-through wound, light passes through it. Geez, who's so fierce as to wound that big guy?"

"This might just be the opportunity left for us."

In games, there's always a way to complete a mission.

Such deliberately given information might be the shortcut or even the only choice to complete a mission; it depended on whether the player could grasp it.

Gu Lan had plenty of experience with this kind of setup in past games.

"We'll give it a try when the time comes."

Speaking of which, Ren Fengxing, annoyed, shouted towards the distance, "Damn it, can this be any slower, recruiting people takes forever!"

"Boss..." one of the followers gulped with wide-eyed shock, staring at a black dot slowly emerging on the horizon, "Looks like a tough nut is coming…"