Chapter 10

"Sorry, these equipment are very important to me. Perhaps I can't bear to part with them, and I will have to disappoint the leader of the Pojun clan again!"

This statement made the surrounding players look at him with incredulous expressions.

He refused, he actually refused!

Stunned, they widened their eyes, looking at the man who was smiling faintly, completely disregarding Langlang-Pojun and the five players surrounding him. Everyone couldn't help but feel a cold sweat.

Not afraid of death? Thick-skinned? Or, powerful enough to completely ignore these six players?

Everyone was constantly guessing in their minds.

"Friend, you're playing with fire."

Langlang-Pojun's face was extremely dark, his words filled with killing intent.

"Hehe, fire? I've always liked excitement. However, to be frank, I don't think you and your few friends can make me feel the thrill of playing with fire."

Chu Rui's lips curled, revealing a sinister smile. He tightly gripped the wolf-tooth dagger in his hand, his steps slightly moving, his body tense, ready to pounce.

"Truly ugly, Langlang-Pojun, you're bullying people again with your lackeys!"

The contemptuous words instantly made Langlang-Pojun's eyes turn red. Just as he was about to pounce like a vicious wolf, a disdainful voice made him stop.

His gaze shifted, and he saw a young man with a clear face pushing through the crowd, followed by seven or eight people.

Looking at this young man, Chu Rui was slightly taken aback. This person was none other than the young man who had advised him when he was at level 0 and entered the gray wolf area. He didn't expect that this person was actually the leader of a clan.

"Ye Zifeng, it's none of your business."

Langlang-Pojun glared at the young man, his voice cold.

"Ha, I didn't plan to meddle in your affairs, but since you're causing trouble for my friend today, I can't just stand by."

The young man called "Ye Zifeng" still had a faint smile on his face, shrugging slightly as he spoke.

Ha!

Hearing Ye Zifeng's words, Chu Rui couldn't help but smile. He could clearly see that the relationship between Ye Zifeng and Langlang-Pojun in real life was definitely that of enemies, at least rivals. As the saying goes, the enemy of my enemy is my friend. His willingness to help was probably to win him over. A highly skilled person like Chu Rui would be a great asset as a friend. If he helped resolve this matter today, it would mean Chu Rui owed him a favor, making things easier in the future.

By showing up with his people, without even a fight, he had won over a skilled person and made him owe a favor.

Two birds with one stone!

It had to be said, this person was quite smart, much better than the brainless Langlang-Pojun. Perhaps anyone else would have a good impression of Ye Zifeng, even be grateful. However, who was Chu Rui? Blood Hand Ghost Shadow, the king of assassins. Not only did he see through Ye Zifeng's intentions, but he could also easily beat the few Langlang into cripples. Even if he couldn't, his pride would never allow him to let others help him.

This was his, the king of assassins, Blood Hand Ghost Shadow's pride!

"Damn it, this time you got lucky! See how long you can hide, Ye Zifeng can't protect you forever. ... And you, Ye Zifeng, this isn't over, we'll see about that!"

Seeing that the number of people with Ye Zifeng was twice that of his side, knowing that he couldn't win, Langlang-Pojun fiercely said a few words and prepared to leave. Since he couldn't win here, he would leave. The looks from the surrounding players made his heart burn, but he had to endure it.

"Ha, who said you could leave?"

A light laugh made everyone's minds freeze. Looking at the man standing there with a light smile, everyone couldn't help but draw a cold breath. What was wrong with this person? Was his brain broken? He had just barely escaped with his life, was this person crazy?

Not only ordinary players, but even Ye Zifeng and Langlang-Pojun were stunned. This person had completely exceeded their control and understanding.

"Kid, was that you talking?"

Langlang-Pojun turned his head with a sinister smile, staring fiercely at Chu Rui.

Seeing that Langlang-Pojun, who had just given up, was now back, Ye Zifeng became anxious. Although he and Langlang-Pojun were enemies, they hadn't really crossed the line, just verbal sparring. If a fight broke out today, everything would change.

"Friend, Langlang-Pojun is not easy to deal with. I'm sincerely trying to mediate."

Ye Zifeng, slightly anxious, approached Chu Rui and said to him.

"Not easy to deal with? Just a few fish, how much of a splash can they make? No one has ever spoken to me like that and gotten away unscathed."

Chu Rui coldly laughed, not giving Ye Zifeng any face.

"..." Stopping his somewhat angry subordinates, Ye Zifeng fell silent for a moment, looking at Chu Rui, then at Langlang-Pojun, and said through gritted teeth, "Then, I'll help you!"

This statement made not only Langlang-Pojun but even Chu Rui somewhat stunned.

If Ye Zifeng really fought Langlang-Pojun, it would mean a complete breakdown of their relationship, even the pretense of civility. If it were for any other reason, it might be understandable, but was it worth it for a stranger like Chu Rui?

Compared to the furious Langlang-Pojun, who wanted to eat Ye Zifeng, Chu Rui actually admired him. This person had a good head, leadership charisma, and the ability to assess the situation. Most importantly, he had the courage to take a big risk. Perhaps he and Langlang-Pojun were destined to be enemies, but his decision at this moment was undoubtedly very bold.

"Not needed!"

However, admiration was one thing, but Chu Rui didn't want his prey to be taken away, nor did he want to owe anyone a favor. As the king of assassins, his pride wouldn't allow such a thing to happen.

His cold words made the surroundings fall into a dead silence again.

Ye Zifeng looked at the cold Chu Rui, completely stunned. He couldn't believe that after all his efforts, he would get such a result. Was this man an idiot? Did he really think he could single-handedly take on five elites and one Langlang-Pojun from the Lang family?

"You brat, what are you saying to Brother Zifeng? You refuse the wine and drink the penalty!"

The short man next to Ye Zifeng immediately flew into a rage, his temper flaring as he roared.