Chapter 20

"Let me go and take care of him." Although it was unclear why Qiangsheng had suddenly appeared, the extremely tough and well-defended bandit fell comically to the ground. However, Wang Fusheng turned and fled, and the bandits could clearly see this. The loss of a comrade made the bandits' faces flush with anger and unwillingness to admit defeat.

"Never mind, the other party is clearly an expert. We'll admit defeat this time. The werewolves respawn every day; we can kill them tomorrow. If he drops the wooden plaque, we can enter the instance one day after it opens." The gambler finally sighed and stopped the bandits from pursuing. Clearly, the two melee experts were no match for Wang Fusheng, and the bandits, as a firearms expert, would not gain any advantage in a close-range pursuit. Although he didn't want to admit it, the gambler was indeed wary of the sudden appearance of this expert and did not want the bandits to take the risk.

"Bandit, Bandit, are you okay?" After stopping the bandits, the gambler began to contact the bandit, as the electronic device showed that the bandit was not killed.

"I'm fine, damn it, I got tricked this time. Someone actually squeezed a pistol bullet into the crack of the mech's knee joint, directly disabling the right leg. This kind of creative combat method is the first time I've encountered it." The bandit's voice sounded somewhat unwilling, filled with a fighting spirit, eager to fight Wang Fusheng again.

"Good, stay where you are, I'll come to your aid. Be careful, the other party might launch a counterattack." Hearing that the bandit was fine, the gambler sighed with relief and glanced at the bandits. The bandits understood that the gambler wanted them to provide cover to prevent the other party from attacking, as the other party had a gun. If the bandit came out of the mech directly or the gambler approached, they might be ambushed by the other party, which had to be prevented.

In fact, when fleeing, Wang Fusheng had also considered ambushing the bandits. Encircling and attacking reinforcements was a tactic Wang Fusheng often used during his service. However, today Wang Fusheng was not on a mission and did not plan to eliminate the entire violent squad. So even though he thought of this, Wang Fusheng did not stay but directly crossed the ruins and circled around to meet up with the fat man.

"Scavenger, a very strange name. But I'll remember you." Since the bandits initiated the attack, the bandit did not know Wang Fusheng's name even after the battle. However, when the bandit was killed, the system notified who killed him. Thus, the violent squad knew Wang Fusheng's game name.

"Brother, your moves were a bit harsh." The gambler added Wang Fusheng as a friend by searching for "Scavenger." Initially, the gambler was just trying, but unexpectedly, the other party agreed, so the gambler couldn't quite determine the tone of his words. The bandit rushed forward, seemingly wanting to say something, but was stopped by the gambler's gaze.

"Are you the leader of the squad that ambushed me just now?" Wang Fusheng asked calmly. In the game, Wang Fusheng only knew the fat man and no one else, so when someone added him as a friend, Wang Fusheng immediately identified the other party.

"Yes, it's me. What do you do, brother? Your moves were very sharp."

"Just playing the game. Nothing, I have to go, I haven't checked what the werewolf dropped yet." Wang Fusheng replied indifferently and then directly ended the call. The gambler was momentarily stunned, not quite reacting to the call being hung up.

"What did he say? Is he going to find a place for a one-on-one fight?" The bandit looked at the gambler with an urgent expression, clearly still不服气 (unwilling to admit defeat) and wanting to challenge Wang Fusheng again.

"One-on-one? Get real. Pack up and go back to pick up the bandit. We'll find a place to farm monsters. One-on-one, one-on-one, have you even considered his class? His class..." The gambler glared at the bandit, but when it came to the class, the gambler seemed to think of something, opened the friend panel to check Scavenger's class, and his pupils contracted.

"What's wrong?" The bandits, seeing the gambler suddenly dazed while scolding the bandit, asked with some confusion.

"He has no class." The gambler muttered, his face showing disbelief.

"Who has no class?" The bandits and the bandit were both puzzled.

"Scavenger, the guy who just killed the werewolf and the bandit and disabled the bandit's mech, hasn't chosen a class. That means, whether it was the werewolf assassination, the bandit's death, or the disabling of the bandit's mech, the other party didn't use any class or skill advantages, relying entirely on 100% of his real-world abilities in the game." The gambler said with a stunned expression.

The bandits and the bandit simultaneously drew in a cold breath. Perhaps some ordinary players didn't feel the significant benefits of choosing a class. But they, who had been trained, knew the advantages of choosing a class.

For example, the bandit's mutant, after choosing a class, had the ability of immense strength, capable of defeating ten of his pre-class self, as his reaction speed, speed, and physical condition were significantly enhanced. Similarly, the bandit's old mech would be impossible to perform some offensive maneuvers without the skills gained from choosing a class.

So choosing a class was not as simple as 1+1=2. Yet, they were defeated by someone who hadn't chosen a class, and this person only had low-end weapons. If this person had the same equipment, how formidable would he be?

"Alright, don't be so dejected. This failure is a