"Ha ha ha, this is just too funny! Should I call you stupid or just a coward? You..."
Unfortunately, the mysterious man’s laughter trailed off before he could finish.
At first, he just felt something was off, but when he turned around...
Three people were standing right behind him, and every single one of them looked like they meant trouble. His hair stood on end, and for a moment, he was frozen in shock. Then he suddenly remembered—he had used a Stealth Card.
Just as he started to relax, the most intimidating-looking woman among them hurled a bucket of paint straight at him.
And then... well, there was no "then."
He was dragged out of the vehicle by force, and the moment he was attacked, the Stealth Card deactivated.
Qi Xu finally got a clear look at the man’s face.
He was utterly ordinary—the kind of person you’d never glance at twice in a crowd. He looked middle-aged, at least in his forties, dressed in tattered clothes, his neck grimy with layers of dirt, and his fingernails caked with black filth.
Now drenched in green paint, he looked both pitiful and ridiculous...
Before the man could speak, Qi Xu sprayed a Truth Serum straight into his mouth.
Then came the soul-piercing question: "What’s the one thing you never wanted us to know?"
"Spare me! I didn’t mean to—I have a Zone Transfer Card in my pocket! In five minutes, I would’ve successfully switched zones! You—what’s happening? No, no!"
The man seemed to be having a mental breakdown, trembling uncontrollably as he clutched his mouth in disbelief.
Warwolf 009 immediately searched his pockets and pulled out the Zone Transfer Card. Scanning it with his holographic screen, he saw that tearing it up would cancel the transfer. Without hesitation, he shredded the card.
The man instantly collapsed into hysterics, snot and tears streaming down his face.
"No—you !"
Dongfang Yuan casually grabbed a frying pan from the Chinese Master Chef’s vehicle and smacked it straight into the man’s green-stained face.
"Shut your filthy mouth, you trash-talking piece of—"
Encouraged by the backup, the Chinese Master Chef finally dared to lower his shield, though the little turtle accompanying him was still panicking, keeping a green air barrier wrapped tightly around them both.
"You called me stupid? You called me a coward? Look who’s talking now!"
The Chinese Master Chef glanced at Whirlwind Boss and Slash Sister, feeling an overwhelming sense of security.
Oh, and Warwolf 009 too.
There was no more reliable team than this!
"Why were you so desperate to get the Dark Gold Gambling Supply Box?" Qi Xu cut straight to the point.
Despite the man’s frantic efforts to clamp his mouth shut, the words spilled out against his will.
"I have the title [Gambling God]. Every week, I can open one Gambling Supply Box with a guaranteed win."
Qi Xu took out a Title Replication Stone, ready to copy the Gambling God title, but hesitated and checked its properties first.
"[Gambling God: Every week, if you successfully invite 10 newcomers to open a Gambling Supply Box, you get one guaranteed win. If you recruit 1,000 people, the guaranteed wins increase to two per week.]"
Qi Xu suddenly felt relieved he’d checked. Otherwise, he would’ve wasted a Title Replication Stone on this shady, exploitative ability—one that deliberately lured unsuspecting newcomers into a trap.
This kind of underhanded scheme wasn’t something Qi Xu could stomach.
Sure, there were loopholes—like outright warning newcomers that it was a scam and telling them to only gamble for a single ration biscuit.
But Qi Xu instinctively despised the whole thing.
He pressed further: "What else don’t you want me to know?"
The man’s face twisted in despair, but his lips moved on their own, betraying him.
"I sold all the intel I could gather about Zone 666 to other zones..."
"Which zones?"
"I don’t know! The person who contacted me gave me an Anonymous Card. From my end, their name just shows up as ."
Warwolf 009 frowned. "How were you able to communicate across zones?"
The man stammered, "I don’t know—he reached out to me first."
"Do you still have a Plunder Card on you?"
"No! Not just the Plunder Card—my Upgrade Cards, my supplies, everything was taken by that guy!"
The Chinese Master Chef was stunned. "How is that even possible in a survival game?"
"Because he tricked me into signing a Master-Servant Contract..."
The man looked utterly miserable. At first, he’d thought he’d hit the jackpot—a golden opportunity to dominate the game and build a harem.
Instead, he’d been completely scammed.
Qi Xu felt a sudden urgency. Stealth Cards, Vehicle Stealth Cards, Master-Servant Contracts, Naked Cards...
He hadn’t even encountered these kinds of items before.
He’d thought that restarting the game had given him an edge. His vehicle was already Level 6, he’d hatched two high-tier pets, all his stats had broken the 100 mark, and his faction was taking shape...
By all accounts, he was doing well.
But now, reality had slapped him awake. In a game with so many players, plenty of others had to be just as lucky—and every lucky player had their own unique advantages.
Slowing down even a little could mean falling behind.
"Is there anything else you’re hiding? Any other valuable items?"
This time, the man didn’t resist. He pulled out a red stone from a hidden pocket near his knee.
"This is a Cross-Zone Communication Stone. It flashes whenever that guy contacts me. He’s the one who supplies my food, water, everything. And if I ever loot anything from a supply box, it gets teleported straight to him."
Qi Xu scanned the stone with his holographic screen.
"[Cross-Zone Communication Stone (Bound)]. Unable to view details."
That said it all—useless junk.
"Should we kill him?"
"No, no, please! Don’t kill me! I can be your spy—I’ll try to dig up info on that guy for you!"
Terrified, the man’s entire body shook violently, and a faint smell of urine filled the air...
Dongfang Yuan recoiled in disgust and nearly kicked him straight into the black fog.
The man scrambled to Warwolf 009’s feet the second he hit the ground. "Warwolf 009! I know who you are—you’re from iUn! You have a duty, a mission! You can’t let them do this to me!"
Warwolf 009’s eyes sharpened. "How do you know my identity?"
Aside from the small group in his private chat, Warwolf 009 was absolutely certain he’d never revealed this to anyone.
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