Chapter 369: Chapter 312 Cheng Tianpu
Under the coercion of two men in black, Quan Xiangzuo moved toward his residence step by step, doing his best to buy time.
However, the expected support was nowhere in sight. Besides them, there wasn’t a hint of unnecessary noise in the entire room.
"Move faster, you son of a bitch, if you delay any longer, I’ll rip out your kidney and shove it up your ass!" The one called 1.6-meter finally couldn’t bear it anymore and gave Quan Xiangzuo a hard push, nearly making him fall flat on his face.
Quan Xiangzuo barely stabilized his steps and picked up the pace, knowing he had prostate issues, always designating a corner to relieve himself whenever setting up a residence.
The distance between this spot and the capsule residence was about thirty meters, neither too long nor too short.
After quickening his pace, Quan Xiangzuo soon brought the two men in black to the front of his residence.
It was here he discovered that two burly men sporting the same outfit were standing in front of his residence!
These two stood with straight postures, looking straight ahead without blinking.
With just a glance, Quan Xiangzuo concluded that these two had served in the military, possibly still active-duty soldiers before entering the Matrix.
Seeing his daze, 1.6-meter raised a foot and fiercely kicked him in the back of the knee, forcing him to kneel.
"Be quick about it, pack up the residence, and pull out all the props inside! Also, clear what’s hanging in the trade hall within thirty seconds, or I’ll drain your blood dry!"
"Thirty! Twenty-nine!..."
The chilling tone of 1.6-meter made Quan Xiangzuo realize that this person was absolutely not joking.
Especially as 1.6-meter really began to count down aloud, scaring Quan Xiangzuo into jumping up and pressing the mode switch button on the door of his residence.
The items inside the residence were dumped on the ground by Quan Xiangzuo in a panic, cold sweat pouring from his forehead like rain. He glanced at his private messages and despaired, realizing he had sent an SOS to the woman he had been sexting with earlier.
No wonder the support hadn’t arrived yet, he had made such a grave mistake!
Desperation flashed in Quan Xiangzuo’s eyes, knowing even if he survived tonight, he wouldn’t escape death.
As the confidant of the N-Room leader, he knew well what kind of person the other side was.
Losing so many props, the leader’s rage wouldn’t dissipate without killing him!
It took Quan Xiangzuo merely ten seconds to empty out his residence.
Immediately after, he began handling the props he had hanging in the trade hall.
At this point, he had a lot more maneuvering space.
While taking props off the trade hall, he sent out SOS signals to people he knew, simultaneously thinking of ways to make amends.
The way to atone was also simple, covertly skimming some of the props taken off the trade hall and trading them directly to someone else.
The robbers couldn’t possibly inventory all the props on site. Such minor acts would almost go unnoticed, and as long as he minimized the loss, the leader might be lenient with him.
Beside him, Banquan Longma and 1.6-meter carefully collected the props that Quan Xiangzuo was bringing out. They were both keeping an eye out for any "signal isolation" type items among them.
The primary objective for Banquan Longma this time was precisely for such items.
With a prop that could isolate the connection between players and terminals, he could hit a few more "warehouses" for a spree!
However, after finishing collecting all the items, he still didn’t see what he wanted.
"Why isn’t there one?" Banquan Longma looked at 1.6-meter, who was also staring back at him, immediately furious.
"Why is there none! Wasn’t it said the items were with Quan Xiangzuo? Why is there none?" Banquan Longma opened his private chat, found the informant, and angrily questioned, only to receive a blacklist notification.
The other person had put him on a blacklist at some point, and it was permanent.
"I’ve been played!"
The thought appeared in his mind, and Banquan Longma had murder on his mind.
Meanwhile, some distance away, the air began to ripple.
That was the precursor of players teleporting in using a Jumping Device.
Judging by the scale, at least double-digit players had arrived!
"Someone’s coming, move!" 1.6-meter detected the anomaly, disregarding Quan Xiangzuo still throwing items out, and took out a ball, smashing it hard on the ground.
Boom!
The ball exploded, releasing a cloud of smoke, engulfing the four men in black in an instant.
At the edge of the smoke, Quan Xiangzuo looked at the figures emerging from the ripples, tears immediately streaming down his face.
Not from emotion, but from fear.
Because leading them was the N-Room leader "Cheng Tianpu," also the second son of the largest conglomerate in Stealing Country, the Chengsi Group. Known for his wide connections and ruthless tactics.
Cheng Tianpu was a middle-aged man with a sinister appearance, wearing a camouflage-colored metal armor, clinking as he walked.
He had just turned forty-nine this year, with ten months left until his fiftieth birthday.
It was precisely because of his age that he could use the name of the Chengsi Group to establish the N-Room organization.
Nobody wanted to offend an old fox who would soon leave the Matrix, after all, everyone had family members not in the Matrix.
Who knew if offending him would lead to revenge on their families outside once he got out.
Twelve N-Room members followed Cheng Tianpu, all expertly chosen, with eight of them enveloped in dense Blood Qi, extremely intimidating.
One young man, with a surgically enhanced face and a pair of large white wings at his back, gently flapped them, dispersing the smoke around Quan Xiangzuo.
Her wings weren’t a Genetic Ability, but a side effect triggered during the development of her Genetic Ability, her body mutated inadvertently resulting in her current state.
"Boss, it’s safe now." The surgically enhanced face confirmed no danger after dispelling the smoke and stepped aside.
Cheng Tianpu nodded slightly, staring coldly at the trembling Quan Xiangzuo, in a deep voice asked, "How much is lost?"
In a snap, Quan Xiangzuo knelt, anxious and uneasy, he lowered his head and answered, "All Platinum Level props were taken, half the Gold Level remains..."
The materials and props he managed were mainly of these two levels, the Platinum Level and part of the Gold Level were kept in the residence, and another part of the Gold Level was hanging in the trade hall.
Banquan Longma and the others first took the props stored in the residence, clearing out the most valuable items.
Naturally, this was not a coincidence but a set-up.
Cheng Tianpu maintained a blank expression, giving no clue to his thoughts.
After a while, he suddenly asked, "Why weren’t you injured?"
Quan Xiangzuo shuddered upon hearing this question, realizing he was done for.
Not being injured equated to not resisting.
Someone comes to rob, and you didn’t even try to fight back, if you’re not dead, who is?
If everyone followed suit, other keepers would have all their items "robbed" within two days!