Crime Prison Island
Chapter 165 - 75: The Almost Wolf King

Chapter 165: Chapter 75: The Almost Wolf King

"It’s my turn now! Hehe!"

At that moment, Fatty, facing two opponents alone, had knocked down two members of the Viking Gang and seized the Demon Blade in his hand.

"Damn it..." the two Viking Gang members supported each other as they got up.

Meanwhile, one of them vomited clots of blood, his chest showing a very frightful depression, and one arm was broken, hanging twisted and limp.

It was then that Gao Xin and Kerry launched their attack, with Fatty immediately positioned between the two groups.

However, Fatty just smiled coldly, suddenly affixed something to the Demon Blade, and hurled it with force, shooting the blade out of the window like an arrow.

"Whoosh!" There was nobody in this direction, and the whistling blade could not be stopped by anyone.

"The Demon Blade!"

Everyone’s faces changed, and Kerry moved swiftly to chase after it.

But how could his running speed match that of the flying blade? Inevitably, the Demon Blade was thrown out of the window, landing twenty meters away at the base of an apartment building wall.

"Don’t worry, the game room is only so big, no matter how far it’s thrown, it won’t go too far, and there’s always a way to get it back," Gao Xin said with composure.

Thinking it over, everyone agreed. Although they couldn’t leave, they could still possibly retrieve the Demon Blade with a rope or some hooks.

"The four of us should team up and take him down," proposed one of the Viking Gang members.

"That’s exactly my intention," Gao Xin and Kerry both nodded; Fatty was the strongest and most brutal one in the game.

Leaving him on the field was a huge problem; it would be better to take him out now while all four were ready.

The four Radiations then surrounded Fatty from two directions, trapping him in the middle.

Fatty looked left and right, scoffing, "Haha, you all want to gang up on me?"

"Too bad, it’s too late. I’ve become a ghost, and now is my hunting time!"

Kerry toyed with his dagger and taunted, "What a joke, do you really think you can take on four at once?"

Fatty narrowed his eyes and smirked, "Hehehe, so you still don’t know how a ghost plays?"

"When the Demon Blade is destroyed, the game ends instantly."

"Don’t you want to know what I just stuck on the Demon Blade?"

Everyone remembered that he seemed to have stuck something on it.

But the action was too quick, and they didn’t see clearly.

Gao Xin frowned and tested, "Oh? Did you stick a talisman on it?"

Fatty was startled, "Talisman? What talisman? It’s a Plasma Bomb!"

Everyone’s faces paled at once, including Gao Xin’s.

According to Gao Jiaoji’s knowledge, plasma weaponry was extremely powerful and could vaporize matter directly into plasma.

"Are you joking? If you have a Plasma Bomb, why use it on a blade instead of on us?" Kerry challenged.

Fatty chuckled, "Just a tiny Plasma Bomb, which will create a small plasma ball with a temperature of six thousand degrees."

"In combat, it could at most melt a hole through you, and unless it hits a vital part, it might not even be fatal..."

"I usually use this thing to break through high-strength metal doors or walls."

"However, to destroy a blade, I suppose it would be sufficient. After all, at such a high temperature, any metal would melt."

The two members of the Viking Gang turned pale, "Have you gone mad? Do you think you can kill us in a short time?"

"Destroying the blade now, you won’t even get your capital back."

Fatty spread his hands and laughed loudly, "Ha, relax, relax, the bomb will take a while to release the plasma ball."

"As for making a return, don’t worry about that; after all, what you’re losing is your life."

He laughed maliciously, the implication clear: Are you going to save the blade or kill me?

The two Viking Gang members exchanged glances, cursed, and immediately ran downstairs.

Fatty let them go, laughing loudly, "Hahaha!"

"Want to save the blade? Then you can’t kill me, can you?"

Delighted with himself, he suddenly stamped his foot, cracking the floor open, and with another step, he fell through.

"It’s my turn to hunt! My little darlings, all of you die!"

Fatty didn’t bother with Gao Xin or Kerry, choosing instead to hunt down the Glass Man first; his running footsteps thundered like the knock of the Grim Reaper.

"Stop him!" Kerry yelled.

"Fuck...why are you two running!"

"You guys hold on, we’re going to save the blade!" The Viking Gang members shouted back, already out of sight.

"These bastards..." Kerry had nothing to say; it was an open stratagem, forcing them to split up and not unite against Fatty.

Moreover, without the rewards from killing Fatty, Kerry was tempted to try for the blade himself.

Gao Xin directly pursued Fatty, shouting, "Forget the blade, just let those two have it!"

"In this game, each person who becomes a ghost can have a soul just like the previous ghosts; becoming a ghost first is not important."

Kerry thought about it and followed, urgently asking, "But what if they become ghosts and destroy the blade?"

Gao Xin said gravely, "They’re teammates and went together; who becomes the ghost? Who gets abandoned?"

"Whichever one tries, the other will stop them."

Kerry then remembered that earlier, when a Viking Gang member found the Demon Blade on the windowsill, he could have just thrown it away.

But instead, he brought the blade back, which gave Fatty the chance to snatch it.

Clearly, unless absolutely necessary, the Viking Gang members weren’t willing to abandon each other.

"But without those two, we’re no match for that fat pig!" Kerry shouted.

He weighed only a hundred kilograms while Gao Xin was even lighter, sixty kilograms.

Tied together, their combined weight wouldn’t even amount to a third of their opponent’s!

Fatty was tough and resistant, fast even after overclocking his organs, and he had overpowering strength, as well as hard knuckles and heavy armor.

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