CHAPTER 950: CHAPTER 949: A PLEA FOR HELP FROM YULIEL

"Ugh!!"

Accompanied by a scream, a player fell from the sky, landing heavily on the ground. He groaned in pain a few times and then couldn’t speak anymore.

"With just this bit of skill, you dare to come out and rob?"

Looking at the army players lying at his feet, Fang Zheng snorted coldly. Although one’s health doesn’t drop in a safe zone and hitting someone won’t injure or cause pain, physical collisions still result in a significant sense of impact.

These players only dared to bully newbies in the safe zone; they’re newbies themselves. How could they take this?

It only took Fang Zheng a few moves to beat them to tears.

"You, you dare to attack our army! Our army is not going to...!"

However, before one of the army members could finish speaking, Fang Zheng stomped on his face.

"Army? You three-legged cats dare to fart in my presence? A mere thousand of you think you’re something special? If you’re so capable, don’t stay in the safe zone; how about we go for a walk outside? The scenery is so nice, the gentle breeze and white clouds, the grass sways low to reveal cattle and sheep. It seems quite suitable for your graves..."

"Ugh...!!"

Fang Zheng’s voice was calm, but as they heard his words, the players suddenly felt a chill ripple through their hearts. Although there was no evidence, they could hear from his words that this man was serious; if they dared to leave, he really would kill them!!

"You, you can’t... no, help, help..."

"Please stop here."

Just then, a voice rang out, and Fang Zheng turned his head to see a silver-haired woman walk over from the other side. She was wearing the same army uniform as these people, her expression severe. When she saw the player under Fang Zheng’s foot, her brow furrowed slightly, almost imperceptibly.

"Don’t you think this is going too far?"

"If this weren’t a game, I’d have sent them to the hospital by now."

Fang Zheng looked coldly at the woman in front of him.

"A bunch of people who rely on numbers to bully others don’t deserve to be considered human. They only deserve to grovel like a pack of obedient wild dogs—crawl, I said! Who gave you permission to stand up?"

As he spoke, Fang Zheng noticed a player trying to sneak away, so he immediately yelled angrily. His Greatsword suddenly split into a black Long Whip, lashing down violently. With a scream, the player was whipped back down to the ground in an instant.

Seeing this, the woman’s face changed slightly.

"Are you... from Dark Moon Sword...?"

"That’s right. We’re fighting for our lives on the frontlines, not for these wild dogs to snatch food in the rear... Crawl, and if anyone dares to stand up, I’ll whip them."

Dark Moon Sword!

Upon hearing this, the army players on the ground trembled. In the game, the Dark Moon Sword Guild was widely known; they were the frontline Raid Group, the strongest Raid Group. Whether everyone could escape this game entirely depended on Dark Moon Sword.

Dark Moon Sword was famous not only for their dashing black uniforms but also for their shapeshifting weapons, all designed and crafted by Fang Zheng. These weapons were unique in the game, so upon seeing this transforming Greatsword, the woman quickly recognized the identity.

Rumor had it that except for the Guild Leader, all members of Dark Moon Sword were beautiful girls. The person in front of her didn’t look female, so it could only be...

"Are you Mr. Fang Zheng?"

"That’s right."

Fang Zheng nodded.

"I was just looking to explore for fun, but I didn’t expect the Starting Town to become such a mess..."

Upon hearing this, a player beaten down by Fang Zheng raised his head and glared at him angrily, shouting.

"So what if you’re in the Raid Group? Does being in the Raid Group give you the right to treat us like this? We’re players too, we... ah!!"

However, before he could finish speaking, Fang Zheng again raised his right hand and whipped the player on the head, slamming it into the floor like a nail.

"Shut up. You’re not players; to me, you’re just wild dogs, even worse than NPCs. So you only deserve a wild dog’s treatment."

".........."

This time, no one dared to speak, and even the woman inhaled sharply. She had heard rumors about Fang Zheng. Although members of the Dark Moon Sword Raid Group rarely showed up, the Combat and Production Group players often came to the Starting Town, and during conversations, they naturally talked about their Guild Leader. The woman had heard some rumors about Fang Zheng.

But the rumors said that Dark Moon Sword’s Guild Leader was a very handsome, classy, and gentle man, right?

This guy... apart from being handsome, nothing else seems to match?

"Master Yuliel, help us!"

At this moment, these players didn’t expect Fang Zheng to show mercy, so they could only plead with the woman, who sighed and glared at those idiots before walking over to Fang Zheng and bowing slightly.

"Mr. Fang Zheng, I’d like to discuss something with you privately."

"...Alright."

Fang Zheng wasn’t a fool. He was just looking to vent his frustration on these pathetic players. The army had over a thousand people, and getting rid of these small fry wouldn’t make any difference. Fang Zheng initially planned to follow the web novel routine: start with the small ones, then the older ones roll out, and the level increases. He’d challenge his way through until he found the army’s higher-ups and took care of these pests.

But judging by this woman’s demeanor, she seemed to hold a high position in the army, yet... this plot is off?

Aren’t you supposed to be shouting something like "The honor of the army shall not be tarnished" and have a big fight with me, and then end up breathlessly crying, "Even if you have my body, you’ll never have my heart..." beneath me?

Ahem, got off track there.

Since she wasn’t following the script, Fang Zheng didn’t plan to pursue it further, so he soon released these unlucky players and left the alley with Yuliel. Led by Yuliel, Fang Zheng arrived a short distance away at an NPC restaurant and took a seat. Fang Zheng then watched as Yuliel stood up and bowed deeply to him at a ninety-degree angle.

What’s going on here?

Seeing this, Fang Zheng was secretly shocked. He knew that the Japanese had rules for bowing: A fifteen-degree bow is for greetings, a thirty-degree bow is for greeting guests or people of higher status, a forty-five-degree bow is for formal occasions, and a ninety-degree bow is for the most sincere apologies or expressions of gratitude.

Generally used for situations like a nuclear meltdown, steel fabrication fraud, or food radiation exceeding limits...

"We’re very sorry for the trouble our guild members have caused."

Sure enough, Yuliel followed with an apology very typical of Japanese custom.

"You shouldn’t apologize to me; after all, it’s not me who’s being extorted."

But Fang Zheng wasn’t buying it; he joked, if apologies were enough, what would we need the police for?

"...I’m very sorry."

Faced with Fang Zheng’s unconventional behavior, Yuliel didn’t know what to say. By Japanese standards, after such a respectful apology, the other party wouldn’t continue to pester. Maybe they’d complain later or do something else, but at least they wouldn’t cause further trouble for the involved party.

But... this clearly didn’t apply to Fang Zheng.

"In fact, our army hasn’t always been like this."

Yuliel knew she hadn’t made a good impression on Fang Zheng, so she braced herself to continue speaking.

"Actually, my invitation to you wasn’t just to apologize, but also... to ask for your help."