Chapter 247: You Can Shake People Now

"Six Six?"

The leader instinctively lowered his head and saw a familiar face, lying on the ground, barely gasping for breath.

From the collapsed chest, blood spurted out as if it didn't cost a thing, making him shout in a high voice, "Help quickly, save the person!"

Only then did the few people behind them snap out of their stupor, rushing forward in a panic, pouring pills and potions in as if they were free, and after much effort finally stabilized the wound and rescued the person from the King of Hell.

"You... you."

The leader looked at Chen Shicheng, his lips trembling, and said, "Brothers, this person attacked out of the blue; Six was set up by him. Such a despicable scoundrel doesn't deserve any chivalrous code—everyone, shoulder to shoulder!"

"Up, attack him!"

"Right, everyone charge together; I don't believe he can beat so many."

The battle cry rang deafeningly, but everyone surrounded Six, whose breath was like a wisp of air.

Those with room clutched him tightly; those without still reached for a corner of his clothing—no one dared to move forward.

Too terrifying!

What just happened? No one could see clearly, but a flash of a golden ape silhouette appeared, then returned to its spot, and Six, who was of average strength among them, had already flown back.

Who would dare to charge in this situation!

Seeing this, Chen Shicheng brushed the non‑existent dust from his hand, stepped out from behind the tall figure, patted the arm beside him that was thicker than his waist, and felt immensely satisfied.

No wonder this corpse, which I painstakingly refined, might not exert much power against a void, but when facing these players it fully displayed its terrifying strength.

And this was only a warning; I didn't deliver a killing blow. If it were La Tiao repeatedly dying, it would probably make these people wet themselves on the spot.

"Don't say I'm bullying you—let's all charge. As long as you can beat my Yellow Turban Strongman, you can deal with those three behind you as you wish," Chen Shicheng said, pointing at the three stunned people behind him.

"Zi Mouse!"

The leader snapped his head up toward Chen Shicheng, showing a faint urge to act, but recalling that Six, whose strength was comparable to his, couldn't survive even one round against the opponent's summons, his lingering hope vanished instantly.

He kept a stone‑cold expression, set Six down, stepped toward the center, and stared intently at Chen Shicheng.

It seemed he wanted to see clearly whether Chen Shicheng's words were mocking them.

After a long pause, he hung his head dejectedly and said, "Great Zi Mouse, why bother!"

He had thought it was just a simple assassination Task, and after completing it he could board the Pioneer's great ship.

When he first learned a wanderer held a Token Fragment, he was ecstatic; he strained with nine‑oxen‑two‑tiger effort, nearly going bankrupt just to snatch this Task from others.

He still thought his squad's involvement was merely a matter of easy capture.

Of course, it had indeed been that way before; they had already cornered those three wanderers so tightly that even in reality they were blocked dead on.

But now, he gritted his teeth, full of regret.

A perfectly fine god‑level player, why hide his level for no reason and come bully us workers? "If you won't fight, just honestly contact President Dong and also summon the Pioneer's people; I don't have time to waste on you here."

Chen Shicheng, seeing the other side unwilling to fight, sighed with a hint of disappointment.

He now has no time to wait for the other side to rush at him like a gourd‑baby rescuing its grandpa; after all, the wokou problem remains unresolved, and the longer the delay, the greater the danger to the fishermen on the coast.

He harbors no particular dislike toward the Pioneer or that unnamed guild, because some things must be contested.

Moreover, he even bears some responsibility here; to keep the Chinese side's Task ahead, he also used Yinxiang Incense to add fuel, claiming that stirring the waters was not excessive.

He never imagined that the boomerang he threw would end up striking his own brow.

Others would have to wait years, but the fire he supplied a second ago burned him the next second—how annoying.

Fortunately, he also netted three free laborers, and a mysterious celestial artifact awaits him, so his effort wasn't in vain.

"I'll send a message to President Dong right now, but the Pioneer's people may not be able to come; this is all our own doing," the leader An Ren said coldly.

"Zi Mouse, maybe we should just drop it; it looks like they won't continue the hunt," Shuigu Tang came up behind Chen Shicheng, tugged his sleeve and whispered.

"Give up?"

Chen Shicheng glanced at Shuigu Tang in surprise, shook his head decisively, and said, "If we don't finish this today, later even I'll be annoyed to death."

Finishing, he looked at the leader with a calm expression and a firm tone, "Call for reinforcements."

Southern Divine Realm, Proud Sun Guild headquarters.

A modest courtyard sits in the center of the largest southern city; at this moment, crowds bustle at the gate.

Dong Can stood at the headquarters' main gate, smiling warmly as he welcomed members of various guilds, "I have a request today; feel free to come in."

The heads of Hai Tian Guild, the elite second‑in‑command, and the leader of the Zealot Wind, though each came from obscure guilds with little sway in all of Huaxia, together formed a force not to be underestimated.

Now that these people have gathered, aside from saving face for Dong Can, they also subtly reveal the guilds' intentions.

The fact that the Proud Sun Guild has aligned with the Pioneer is no secret; it's already spread across the region, and they certainly won't miss such a memorable opportunity, hoping to tighten ties with world‑renowned powers.

"Yo, Pengbei shines!"

Dong Can was momentarily startled, then his expression brightened, and a hint of flattery could be seen upon closer look.

He tossed aside the other guild leaders at the gate, pushed through the crowd to greet them, exchanged a brief chat, and then introduced to the bewildered onlookers behind him, "This is the Pioneer's Chinese representative, the Great Emperor, everyone welcome!"

The Great Emperor, with restrained arrogance, gave a slight nod to the guild members at the gate, then walked slowly into the Proud Sun Guild headquarters, showing no intention of greeting anyone.

"Hahaha, the weather's scorching; the Great Emperor might be a bit bored, so don't take it to heart, everyone."

Dong Can stepped forward with a cheerful smile to smooth things over, ushering the other guild leaders into the headquarters' main hall. (End of chapter)