Chapter 27: 26: "According to ancient rules, those who surrender shall not be killed!!!

"Figure out a way?"

The man in white hiding behind the Rock Giant, even though he had hidden his body as much as possible behind the monstrosity, was still unable to avoid being hit by stray bullets. The energy absorption limit of his protective clothing was rapidly being reached.

As the protective clothing was about to shatter, he had no chance to counterattack. He was well aware that when it shattered, it would be the moment he lost his life.

In fact, dealing with gunmen of a lower level was really simple, especially in a one-against-many situation. All that was needed was to wait for the moment the enemy was reloading and, relying on the existence of protective clothing, rush forward with a vicious smile during that break in firing.

Before the protective clothing shattered, it was certain that the enemy's head could be chopped off.

It was really simple.

But the problem now was... the damn enemy wasn't reloading at all. The barrage of gunfire they produced didn't have any gaps for charging, not to mention that as he had said from the start, the terrain was steep and thorny, making it nearly impossible to charge forward.

"Try begging for mercy?"

As life and death hung in the balance, the man in white's eyes brightened and he spoke in an urgent tone, "How about we try begging for mercy? We don't have any deep hatred with that Chen Miao, and he has no reason to want to kill us outright."

"Can't things be talked out properly?"

"Besides, we have backers, I don't believe that Chen Miao would dare to kill us all. If he kills us all, can he himself survive after exiting this secret realm?"

Having said that,

The man in white took a deep breath, silently thankful that he was wearing white today, and then raised his clothes above his head, frantically waving them, hoping the other side would stop for a moment so they could negotiate.

Even if negotiations failed,

They could make more choices during the brief cessation of gunfire, whether they fled back to the ancient city or charged forward, there would be more options available.

At the same time, he screamed at the top of his lungs.

"We surrender, we surrender!!!"

"Since ancient times, it was customary to spare those who surrender!!!"

...

However—

The music blasting from the speaker mounted on the shoulder of Hungry Monkey was really loud!

And Chen Miao, swept up in the excitement, didn't hear any pleas for mercy at all.

He just stood there, moving to the rhythm of the music beats, holding the Tao Wood version of the Thompson Submachine Gun, aiming at the crowd below, and continuing a relentless barrage of suppression fire!

"Ratatat, bang!"

Wearing just the jacket on his bare torso, he looked down at the scene strewn with corpses and suddenly made a rat-tat-tat sound with his mouth.

Before Hungry Monkey beside him could even understand what was happening,

He saw Miao's Thompson submachine gun in his hands start to roar crazily once again.

Finishing off the downed foes was necessary, but he did not plan to walk up and shoot them in the face; although this would waste some bullets, compared to personal safety, the wasted ammo was worth mere pennies.

As the net of gunfire descended once more,

A body suddenly leaped up from the blood pool, bolting down the mountain path toward the ancient city with a speed faster than blocking one's ears from thunder. The escape was quick, but how could a person outrun bullets?

Had he not started running, things might have been fine, but once he did, Chen Miao decisively shifted his gun's aim.

Marksmanship?

At that moment, marksmanship had lost its significance.

Seconds later,

The player who had sprung up also fell back down, becoming silent again; everything went quiet. The secret realm was now occupied by only the two of them, with the leaderboard looking exceptionally clean.

"Phew!"

Chen Miao stood in place and breathed out, stowing the Thompson submachine gun back in his backpack, he took out a staff, held it in his hand, stretched, and then stood leaning on it, looking downward.

"They really can't take a beating, huh? I've only used a bit over 4,000 rounds."

In dealing with these volatile Supernaturals, clearly, the Chicago Typewriter was more effective than words; under its negotiation, the Supernaturals had all chosen peace.

He then glanced at the remaining time for the secret realm.

36 minutes.

After a brief consideration, he turned to Hungry Monkey. "Go see if there's any loot to collect, I'm going to kill some more at that military tent over there. Finish up quick and come join me, let's grind a bit more experience."

"No problem!"

His pupils glittering with excitement, Hungry Monkey dashed down from the hillside. He loved collecting loot—plus, some of those people down there might end up being his future neighbors.

They might even end up living next to his graveyard.

...

Meanwhile, Chen Miao returned to the military tent where enemy troops kept respawning, the Tao Wood version of the Thompson submachine gun in his arms. Standing at the entrance of the tent, he looked toward the enemy soldiers who were completely ignoring him, and with a grin, he pulled the trigger.

"Rat-tat-tat!"