Chapter 6: The Duel

Chapter 6: The Duel

Tang Cuo was upset that he had to wake up. How upset could his having to wake up upset be? He was so upset that his HP which just recovered to 8 fell again to 7.

He was repeatedly jumping at the edge of death.

But right now, he became even more patient and his volume became even lighter than usual. He was in a delicate balance of losing his mind and growing his urge to beat up someone.

Speak, what the hell do you two want? He asked.

No, I dont want anything!

Wen Xiaoming roared in his heart but he didnt dare to speak up. He couldnt help but look at Jin Cheng to seek rescue. Jin Cheng delightfully shook his head and leisurely admired Wen Xiaomings desperate face before finally speaking.

He leaned back with both his arms on the armrest, his posture relaxed: Lets talk about the things between us first.

Tang Cuos brows furrowed.

Jin Cheng asked: No. K27216, is that you?

Hearing that, Wen Xiaoming felt inexplicably familiar. He thought hard about it for a while and came to a big realisation wasnt he the newcomer on the Blacklist?!

He stared at Tang Cuo in surprise, but Tang Cuo was staring at Jin Cheng.

Tang Cuo: Is there a problem?

Jin Cheng: Of course there is. At this moment, I should be sleeping in a luxurious villa in Zone A. But because you annoyed Mr. Crow, instead of clearing my mission he vented his anger on me, so I ended up here.

Tang Cuo:

Jin Cheng: This room was originally where I lived. If you look under the bed, you can still see a bottle of red wine I hid there last time.

Wen Xiaomings jaw dropped. That was why Tang Cuo finally understood why the clown kept pestering him just now.

But so what?

Tang Cuo said without any guilt: Oh.

Jin Cheng wanted to raise an eyebrow, but he needed to keep his face still while wearing the mask, so he could only use his voice to express his annoyance: What do you mean, Oh? Dont you plan to take any responsibility?

Tang Cuo: Do you have any evidence?

Jin Cheng: Red wine.

Tang Cuo: Even if there is one, who can prove that the bottle of red wine is yours?

Jin Cheng became delighted as he moved his legs to one side to a more comfortable posture. His elbow stood on the armrest, chin resting on his right hand. He looked at Tang Cuo with great interest and said: So you are going to play around now?

No. Tang Cuo looked at the broken window and smiled slightly: If you like this room better, I can give it to you.

Jin Cheng followed him: If we exchange rooms and someone comes to trouble you, they will have my head, right?

Tang Cuo asked: Didnt you say you want to help me?

Wen Xiaoming was completely stunned. What is this? Was this the ultimate showdown between the very top and very bottom of the Blacklist? What was happening with the newcomers in Zone F these days? Could such talents emerge from this weakest garbage dump?

At this point, Jin Cheng turned his words around: Despite all that help, you still wont be my friend?

Tang Cuo: No.

Why? Wen Xiaoming was even more astounded than Jin Cheng. His cry had the other two cast their glances at him. He immediately withdrew himself but was still determined to finish his sentence: I think you two are compatible. Lets just make friends and stop arguing, can you?

Jin Cheng lightly tapped his finger on the armrest: Are we arguing?

You arent???

Tang Cuo couldnt care any less. He didnt want to make friends he just wanted to go back to sleep. But someone from above must be playing tricks on him today. Just as everything here was almost coming to a closure, suddenly a commotion could be heard from outside the window.

Wen Xiaoming was unable to sit still and immediately ran over to look down, then he exclaimed: Boss, there is a fight downstairs!

What is it about? Jin Cheng still held his legs crossed and had zero intention to move.

Let me see. Wen Xiaoming watched the situation downstairs for a while before finally concluding: It seems to be an infighting within Zone F.New novel chapters are published on

Infighting? Jin Cheng couldnt help raising his eyebrows and the mask on his face instantly wanted to protest. He lifted one hand to smooth it, thinking, damn, it has gone dry.

Wen Xiaoming continued to give his live commentary: Its quite a fight. At least five or six groups are in it. Ive probably heard about that guy whos dressed up like Gu Huo ZaiRefers to a famous gangster film series in Hong Kong back in the 90s. The characters look like below.

. Recently hes gotten a name in Zone F. It looks like hes an unarmed martial artist, oh, he beats the crap out of them with one punch, does he use qi?! But the gunman opposite him doesnt look familiar. Where is he shooting? Its making my blood boil Whats going on with the newcomers? Do they think they can just swing a knife around and hope to win?

He looked back at Jin Cheng: Boss, do we bother?

Tang Cuo smiled. Although his face was pale and sweaty, his eyes were remarkably bright. He pivoted on his right leg and flung his full body at Jin Cheng.

Another surprise.

As his balance was broken, Jin Cheng was forced to let go and the two fell backwards at the same time. They both rose back as fast as they had fallen; their bodies hadnt even touched the ground, yet with the light support of just one hand, they stood up again.

At one glance, they seemed to come to a draw.

But one was gasping for breath and one was moving around with ease, so Tang Cuo knew he had lost. When he was about to hit the ground just now, he clearly saw Jin Chengs movements pause for a while, looking as though he was simply following the situation rather than actually falling on the ground.

His physique, reaction speed and sense of combat were probably all above Tang Cuos.

In this circumstance, he also hadnt even used any special abilities, martial techniques or weird tricks. He was an experienced player and an elite of Zone A. His real strength might be unfathomable.

Yong Ye City was really a place of hidden dragons and crouching tigers.

Tang Cuo was a little excited, feeling pleased that he could duel with a skilful player, but his face became paler and his coughing couldnt be held back anymore as it worsened, as if he would spit out blood in the next second. In the Character panel, his HP had fallen to their last 2, thinning the line between life and death even further.

Jin Cheng frowned: You dont look well.

Yeah. After the test just now, Tang Cuo had simply determined that the other man didnt have any malicious intention. His attitude was much more casual than before, so much so that finally, he let out the important question at the verge of death: Is there a hospital near here?

Jin Cheng laughed angrily.

Wen Xiaoming.

Here!

Wen Xiaoming coughed like his lungs would fly out, yet he rushed over to wait for the orders. No one knew how long it had been since the boss last called him by his name this was terrifying.

Medicine. Even his words were getting shorter.

Wen Xiaoming quickly took the medicine from the bag. Tang Cuo had fallen on his knees, holding onto the edge of the bed and coughing violently. Jin Chengs eyes became colder and swept over Wen Xiaoming: Who told you to give those experimental products? Use the healing potion.

Okay! Wen Xiaoming was dumbfounded for a moment. After all, this was to save people, using potions officially produced by Yong Ye City must be safer. But he couldnt help but mumble in his heart, I never saw Boss being this nervous before. Did he finally decide to be a good man after getting punished so many times?

With a swipe of a finger, a light blue tube of potion popped up in Wen Xiaomings hand out of thin air. He opened the cap and wanted to feed it to Tang Cuo, but he was caught halfway by Jin Cheng.

Wen Xiaoming was stunned, his eyes blinking in confusion.

Jin Cheng didnt care about him as he placed the potion at Tang Cuos mouth. Although he was smiling, his tone was cold: Open your mouth.

Tang Cuo raised his head and looked sideways at him.

Jin Cheng: What are you looking at me for? Do I have the word medicine written on my face?

Tang Cuo: Your face reads looking for death.

Jin Cheng: Are you looking for death or am I looking for death?

Tang Cuo: Both.

Wen Xiaoming frowned and hurriedly came in the middle: Two big brothers, please stay calm, stay calm. We are all friends, dont argue.

Jin Cheng put the potion into Tang Cuos hand and asked back: Are we arguing?

Wen Xiaoming closed his mouth tightly, turning all pitiful and helpless. He was just an innocent middleman trying his best. He knew nothing, he saw nothing.

After Tang Cuo drank the potion, his HP which was dangling at 1 finally stopped dropping and his coughing slowly came to an end. His bodily functions also gradually recovered.

The healing potion produced by Yong Ye City had a good effect.

Thank you. He stood up again with a calm expression.

Thank Wen Xiaoming. Jin Cheng didnt turn his head as he walked to the window and looked at the situation downstairs: So noisy.

Wen Xiaoming suddenly had a cue thrown at him, then suddenly had to see the boss lose his temper. He was totally lost. But being with the Boss for a long time had taught him the ways of survival, so he immediately responded: The Smoke Eggs damage is stronger than I thought. No matter how powerful the people downstairs may be, they are after all just residents of Zone F. Im afraid they cant continue fighting now. Let me go down to deal with it right now.

Finishing his words, Wen Xiaoming took flight at once.

If I dont escape now, then when?

But as soon as he reached the corridor, he was stopped by Jin Cheng: Wait, help me prepare a mask tomorrow.

Wen Xiaoming braked and turned around: Boss, what do you want the mask for?

Jin Cheng stood in the corridor, the door behind him closed. He tore off the face mask and tossed it into the trash bin. His figure illuminated by the dim light looked strangely enchanting.

Give it to me first. Ill tell you later.

Also, dont let people know that Im here. I plan to stay here for a while.