People would only laugh at him for being stubborn and not making money.

Well, let them laugh then!

He would take his pride to the grave.

Carl, furious, stuffed the blueprints into his bag, ready to leave.

[Earth-eating Rich Man] looked bewildered, not quite understanding what had happened, and saw the two sides he painstakingly brought together, the "client" and their engineer, at loggerheads.

He could understand Holores's desire to save money, but this guy was already the cheapest architect!

Of course, he also kind of understood why this guy, with such an old resume, was so cheap…

"What a talent…" [Iron-blooded Fatty] murmured, "How about bringing him to Beifeng City?"

[Wolf Limp] gave him a sideways glance.

"How would you bring him? Kidnapping? Abduction? Why is your thinking so simple."

Iron-blooded Fatty: "…"

Indeed.

Those who could live with Undead and Demons were few among the few, rare among the rare.

Almost no one would voluntarily join Beifeng City unless they were completely desperate with Saint Sis or even the entire human world.

Moreover, they had no reason to change other people's life paths.

The two sides were deadlocked, the atmosphere extremely tense, and just then, a commotion arose in the distance.

Everyone turned their heads to see a group of fierce-looking guys striding over aggressively.

Every one of them was burly, with fierce looks, cursing up a storm with all sorts of foul language streaming out.

"I'll show you who calls the shots on this turf!" "Damn it, you dare to steal jobs on my brother's turf, do you have a death wish?"

[Earth-eating Rich Man] felt a chill down his spine, having a rough idea of what had happened.

The surrounding tenant farmers were clearly intimidated, unwilling to provoke these fierce bullies.

The burly leader was extraordinarily tall, like a small mountain, and shouted through his lungs.

"Everyone halt! We've already signed a construction contract with Holores for this job, and if you know what's good for you, you'll leave now! If not, haha, I'll break your legs!"

Holores turned pale with fright at these words, his legs going weak, almost collapsing to the ground.

"Who are you? I don't know you! What contract? Where is it? Show me!"

"You may not know me, but I know you, buddy," Balk chuckled, punching his fist, "As for the contract, I didn't bring it, but I did bring my fists. Do you want to take a look?"

Holores's eyes widened, his lips trembling, unable to speak a word.

People in the factory were all watching but not one stepped up to help.

Not to mention that most of these textile workers were women, given Holores's usual stingy nature, they wouldn't interfere either.

Looking at these fierce guys, even the expressions on the faces of several Players turned somewhat serious.

More than twenty people had come, while their own side was a timid group of people afraid to act.

Besides, they had just entered the game and only recently got used to the gameplay.

"Damn, it's just a game, let's fight them!" [Iron-blooded Fatty] suddenly spat and threw a punch at them.

Balk was surprised to see these people not only unafraid but proactively fighting back, raising an eyebrow and grinning wickedly.

"Get them! Beat him up!"

Hearing the boss's order, a group of thugs surged forward, pouncing on the Players.

[Earth-eating Rich Man] initially didn't want to stir up trouble, as they had no equipment and were wearing "black house" Mimic Masks, and were only Black Iron Level… things looked unfavorable.

But seeing his companion already in the fight, he figured sneaking around didn't matter, sighed, and his eyes turned sharp.

"Engage!"

With that, he picked up a shovel and rushed in, joining the three brothers in a brawl with over twenty gang members.

Both sides were going back and forth on the open ground, dust flying everywhere.

At first, the four Players thought that the burly leader might be an Elite Monster, cautiously engaging him, only to find out in the fight that these guys were no match at all.

The seemingly tough leader was only Black Iron Level, probably awakened with an Extraordinary Ability by chance while wandering, and hadn't undergone formal training or been to any Maze.

The other gang members were just ordinary vagrants without even basic fighting skills, only knowing how to bully.

On the other hand, the Players, considered the Demon King's "Chosen Ones," all had Black Iron Level strength, with countless battle experiences from previous adventures.

[Earth-eating Rich Man] dashed forwards, punching the opposing leader in the stomach while gathering Qi.

Balk's eyes bulged out as if his stomach had been hammered by a hard head, his intestines seemingly twisted inside.

[Jade-faced Hand Tired King] nimbly weaved through the crowd, knocking down enemies one by one with his kicks, while [Iron-blooded Fatty] swung his thick arms, each slap making them cry out. [Wolf Limp]'s leg was anything but limp, targeting the vital spots with a Black Hand, and soon the surrounding area cleared of enemies.

Their teamwork was incredibly coordinated, and they moved with such speed that the gang was quickly laid flat, moaning on the ground.

"Spare me, boss! I won't dare again." Balk, spitting blood, begged for mercy, lying on the ground like a fleshy worm.

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