The man who teleported in was a German about one meter seventy in height, around forty years old, with a sloppy beard and a gaunt face, lacking the robustness often associated with Europeans.
Tang Zheng’s gaze swept openly across the room. In such moments, you couldn’t afford to glance sideways; you had to project an unstoppable, fierce momentum. Only then would the other party not dare to treat him as a weakling to be easily slain and listed among the potential targets.
Tang Zheng needed intelligence, even if it was just the corpse of a slain teammate, as it could reveal useful information. Based on the combat environment, one could infer the enemy’s fighting style and personal habits. When these fragmented aspects were added up, they could become an advantage, although the possibility of intentional deception by the opponent couldn’t be ruled out.
The German man glared at Tang Zheng and then ignored him, continuing to curse and complain about his whorish female neighbor and her brazenly shameless daughter.
Tang Zheng’s eyebrows furrowed because this guy was a pervert; he was chanting the names of that mother and daughter, holding a DV in his left hand, staring fixedly at it, while his right hand clutched his crotch, furiously stroking himself as coarse breaths filled his nostrils.
This guy was a Conqueror, and a strong one at that, considering the Firefly Protective Clothing was taken off and hung on one leg, with the rest sprawled on the ground.
The DV was clearly playing an indecent film.
Tang Zheng’s eyes narrowed slightly; this German masturbator wasn’t simple—he had a Space Wristwatch on his wrist that only the Trojan Room in Russia sold.
Yu Manli, Dantai, Xu Biyun, and Ruan Feifei teleported in. Seeing the shameless man in action, their expressions froze in astonishment, then morphed into disgust. Ruan Feifei spat and twitched her finger slightly, fighting the urge to take him down.
A man dressed in Borussia Dortmund attire appeared, voraciously eating a large chunk of smoked ham, next to him stood a woman in tight leather clothes with high buttocks, prominent breasts, blonde hair, and a vivacious spirit.
Seeing the arrival of the women didn’t stop the masturbator; in fact, he sped up, suddenly aiming his DV at Ruan Feifei and the others, forcing them to see the images on the screen.
"Are you asking for death?" Electric arcs danced between Ruan Feifei’s fingers. If it weren’t for the room’s rule against attacks, she would have killed him.
When Gu Xueqi, Red Sister, and Jing Xiang were teleported in, the masturbator reached a critical point, let out a loud yell, and his eyes flashed with a sinister glint as he turned sideways towards Ruan Feifei.
Whoosh, Tang Zheng’s Moon Blade shot out from his waist, aiming for the masturbator’s crotch—if it hit, it would surely make a eunuch out of him.
A well-dressed German youth in his twenties appeared along with a German woman wearing an apron over her allureing red lips and youthful beauty. They shouted in anger upon seeing the scene and quickly took out a Heavy Magnetostorm Rifle, aiming it at Tang Zheng and the others.
Dantai and his companions also held their weapons, confronting them.
With a slap of his hand, the masturbator knocked the Moon Blade aside, but this action inadvertently tilted his body to the side, and his ejaculate sprayed out.
Seven drunken Germans, babbling incoherently, teleported beside him.
The leading youth got sprayed on the face and, enraged, yelled and beckoned his companions to charge and teach the masturbator a lesson. However, before they could act, the young man in the suit and the leather-clad woman each pulled out an AK74M and aimed it at them.
The seven young men and women immediately fell silent and stopped their advance.
"This guy is a pervert." Dantai couldn’t help but chuckle, but he didn’t forget the serious business at hand. He sized up the Germans, finding it hard to believe that this self-indulgent masturbator was actually a group leader. However, his attention was soon drawn back to his own side.
A slightly overweight middle-aged man appeared, with a genial face. He surveyed the surroundings and then smiled amiably at everyone, bowing his hands in greeting.
"Nice to meet you all, I’m Xu Changtai, a private business owner," the middle-aged man greeted everyone as if he were an old friend, yet his eyes mainly lingered on Dantai and Tang Zheng.
"A Conqueror?" Chen Hong asked, noticing the edge of a Protective Clothing peeping out from Xu Changtai’s suit’s collar.
"Just lucky," Xu Changtai humbly replied, and then his eyes brightened as he greeted two fellow countrymen who had just teleported in.
"Xueliang, Yaoyao, we meet again! That tip you gave me last time worked out, my wife forgave me."
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"Hey Uncle Xu, but you really should stop cheating, huh? Better switch to a male secretary soon," Yaoyao was a young girl, her hands occupied with a PSP console, busy trying to beat a game.
Pang Meiqin, Qin Yan, and others started to teleport in. Meanwhile, two more Conquerors joined Xu Changtai, one a short, skinny man with sly eyes and a spineless posture, his hands hidden in his pockets, displaying a mouthful of yellow teeth.
The other was nearly two meters tall, quite muscular, rugged-looking, dressed in camouflage, with bulging muscles, and a scar across his left cheek that was left untreated for reasons unknown, making it look as repulsive as a centipede.
Lin Weiguo teleported in, his pupils contracted, immediately recognizing the man.
"Huangfu Xiong?" Lin Weiguo hadn’t expected to encounter an acquaintance in this room, and his words also turned Tang Zheng and Dantai’s attention towards him.