"Lin Weiguo? Haha, you’ve made it in here too?" Huangfu Xiong strode up to the Old Soldier, grabbed his shoulders, patted him a few times, then punched him in the chest, "Looks like you’re doing well, that’s good."
"You’re not doing too badly yourself. Are they your teammates?" Lin Weiguo’s gaze swept behind him and Xu Changtai immediately cupped his hands in salute.
"Haha, just muddling through. Come, let me introduce everyone. This guy used to be the big captain of our Southern Sword."
Huangfu Xiong’s words eased the atmosphere of mutual caution significantly.
"You call that being modest? Should I address you as ’Instructor’ then?" Lin Weiguo’s words carried a tone of rejection, puzzling Tang Zheng and the others.
"He once served in the same special forces unit as me. Later, due to his outstanding tactical level, especially in jungle warfare, he was transferred to be an instructor. I heard that he was later discharged from the military for violating discipline, and then he joined a mercenary organization abroad. Afghanistan, Iraq, his presence was there too. Don’t be fooled by his polite smile; the number of lives that have fallen by his hand is definitely in the double digits. Oh yes, he also particularly enjoys massacring his enemies. There was a time during a drug bust, he was criticized for torturing drug dealers with overly brutal methods." Lin Weiguo warned everyone, concerned they might be ambushed.
Tang Zheng noticed that when Xu Changtai and the others heard this, their expressions didn’t change at all; they clearly already knew, showing the unity of the opposing team.
"That’s right, I have another nickname, ’The Cruel Lone Wolf.’" Huangfu Xiong laughed heartily, wrapping an arm around Lin Weiguo’s shoulder, "Old Lin, after all these years, you’re still so simple. I’ve heard about your experiences. I didn’t expect that after joining the Trojan Room, you still haven’t changed. If you keep this up, you might just die, you know."
Lin Weiguo didn’t respond but glanced at Tang Zheng; he knew that without the young man, he would either be dead or corrupted.
"Alright, enough reminiscing. Let’s take a look at our opponents this time." Huangfu Xiong licked his lips, eyeing the German team.
The four Germans and a man in his forties gathered together, conversing and very familiar with each other, clearly a team. However, another team began to teleport as a group soon after.
Nine people in total, six men and three women, seven of whom were Conquerors and two survivors who were one battle shy of earning their title. As this team entered, they saw the seven unlucky youths subdued, along with a woman who had been stripped of her T-shirt.
"What’s happening?" The speaker was a twenty-eight-year-old adult, composed and dignified, 1.85 meters tall, with a robust build and holding a Heavy Gravity Gun. His gaze was domineering as he surveyed the room.
"Wow, that’s Landeck, the star player of Bayern Munich. I heard last year he retired due to a torn ACL, and he’s entered the Trojan World." Xu Changtai was clearly a Soccer fan, showing shock and excitement, fumbling in his pocket, "Where’s my pen? If I don’t get an autograph, I’ll regret it forever."
"I don’t know about the soccer star, but I do know that the woman with the big ** is a level-three Star of Beauty named Sara. I just studied her films yesterday." North Wind, the short-statured kid, sniffed and squatted on the ground, muttering to himself, but his eyes were emitting a green glow, evidently harboring some unsavory thoughts.
Indeed, the Star of Beauty was dressed provocatively, wearing crystal High-heels with red nail polish, and an Evening Gown that left little to the imagination, including a slight view of her buttocks. Her long beautiful legs were adorned with patterned Silk stockings, very Sexy.
The woman had obviously just attended an evening party and hadn’t had the chance to change before being Teleported in.
The Star of Beauty looked around, placed a finger on her lips, and blew a kiss toward Tang Zheng, Dantai, and Sun Xueliang—the three most handsome among the Chinese men.
Sun Xueliang smiled and nodded, greeting her in German.
The Star of Beauty named Sara responded with a smile and then in one swift motion tore off her Evening Gown without covering up the key parts, and promptly took out a piece of Firefly Protective Clothing to put on.
Since the Silk stockings were inconvenient, she simply grabbed and yanked them off with Brute force, causing several German youths to swallow hard. However, the beauty changing clothes did not attract everyone’s attention; instead, they were all looking towards Tang Zheng’s side.
Ai Yixin appeared, followed by Lu Fan and Cheng Cheng, with both Little Lolitas being no more than seven years old. Their entrance Stabilized everyone present.
"They are Conquerors too? How did they survive?" Even the usually composed Huangfu Xiong was momentarily taken aback, while Xu Changtai, ever blunt, posed the question.
The two German teams shared the same question, their eyesight sharp enough to spot the fabric of the Protective Clothing peeking out from the girls’ collars.
"Uncle." Lu Fan leaped into Tang Zheng’s arms and planted a kiss on his face before rubbing her forehead affectionately against his shoulder like a house cat. But nobody noticed the Little Lolita was using this action to observe others.
"It seems this little girl is wearing Firefly?" North Wind was astonished, and a man in Borussia Dortmund attire also raised the same question.
The Little Lolita paid no attention to them. Cheng Cheng, overwhelmed by the attention of so many people, hid behind Tang Zheng’s back.
"Is there more?" Seeing Xu Liangmao appear, not just Xu Changtai, but both German teams’ expressions grew serious. These people had all moved next to Tang Zheng, clearly recognizing him as their leader. Fresh chapters posted on novelFɪre.net