But after shouting twice, no one responded. He immediately turned his head to look at the pockmarked boy next to him, only to find that this guy seemed to be hit by a paralyze spell, standing still, his eyes filled with terror, his eyeballs constantly darting from side to side, unsure of what anomaly had occurred.

"Pockmark, what the hell are you doing!"

A skinny young man with triangular eyes suddenly noticed his companion's strange state, utterly bewildered. He cursed loudly before turning to communicate with the other three companions on the opposite side.

But when he turned his face, he found a tall young man standing right in front of him at some point.

"Which gang are you from?"

Wang Zhifan, with a calm face, slightly looked down at him as he spoke. Given that he was taller than the young man with triangular eyes, it created a sense of oppression from above.

"I'm from your wild father's gang!"

Suddenly approached, the young man with triangular eyes did not feel afraid; instead, his temper flared. A knife suddenly appeared in his left hand, and he lifted it to stab at Wang Zhifan's waist!

But although his sudden attack was swift, the young man in front of him was even swifter; in the blink of an eye, Wang Zhifan firmly gripped the wrist of his left hand holding the knife, as if clamped by iron pincers, completely immobile.

"I'll ask you one last time, which gang are you from?"

Having controlled the young man's arm in an instant, Wang Zhifan's expression finally showed some change, his eyes revealing a trace of impatience as he sternly warned the young man.

The triangular-eyed youth wasn't completely intimidated. He reflexively tried to knee Wang Zhifan in the groin, but strangely felt his legs suddenly become cold and stiff like in an ice cellar, unable to lift.

This peculiar sensation finally made him realize why the pockmarked boy beside him had that expression earlier, and an unprecedented fear rose in his heart!

"Spare me, big brother! I'm from the Iron Wolf Gang!"

Driven by fear, the young man with triangular eyes immediately confessed, afraid that something more terrifying would happen to him.

"Iron Wolf Gang? Alright, now take me there."

Hearing this guy finally answer, Wang Zhifan thought for a moment and immediately ordered, not caring whether the young man would refuse.

"But... big brother, my legs can't move..."

The triangular-eyed youth complained, rolling his eyes slightly at Wang Zhifan.

"If you can't move, I'll carry you. We can take it slow, no rush."

As he spoke, Wang Zhifan removed his grip from the youth's wrist, quickly pulling out a thin, long whip. With a light flick, he securely bound the triangular-eyed youth, dragging him away like a prisoner.

The triangular-eyed youth let out a cry of agony after being wrapped in the Tuli Demon Whip covered in barbs, but noticed that the cold and stiff feeling in his legs had vanished, allowing him to walk. He therefore quickly kept pace with Wang Zhifan to lessen the pain from the whip's tugging.

"Is the Iron Wolf Gang in this direction?"

After walking a few steps, Wang Zhifan stopped, having allowed the thin youth to adapt to the new method of movement, and turned to gather more information.

"Yes... up ahead... hss... first opening... turn left..."

The triangular-eyed youth grimaced from the barbs on the Tuli Demon Whip, making it difficult to speak, but under Wang Zhifan's pressure, he quickly replied.

Thus, the two continued forward. After walking over twenty yards, the triangular-eyed youth heard sounds of something falling behind them. When he glanced back, he saw his four companions lying flat on the ground. This eerie scene shocked him, making him fearfully comply with the person dragging him with the whip.

A short time later, with the controlled triangular-eyed youth's continuous guidance, Wang Zhifan picked up the pace, though he redirected their course several times, not strictly following the directions.

Now, Wang Zhifan and the captive arrived at a location with the continuous sound of gunfire, looking at a nearby shack.

"It's best to regroup with them first, or this task will be hard to complete."

The reason they arrived here was that Wang Zhifan was tracing his four teammates. He had secretly released his Dream Me Avatar to follow them when they split, making it easy to find them.

From the feedback of his avatar, it seemed that his four teammates weren't in a good situation. The two gunners were divided, fleeing while returning fire, while the remaining summoner and priest were pinned down by slum bandits, offering final resistance.

This couldn't really be blamed on the players' weak skills; it was mainly because the troublemakers crowding them this time were far more than the chubby one had anticipated, over double the expected number!

"Damn it! My pet can't hold on much longer! Heal it quickly!"

Inside the shack, the summoner called out urgently to the bespectacled priest girl beside him.

Outside the shack, a large wild boar with black fur charged back and forth at the surrounding enemies, trying to fend them off. The bandits in the slums all had guns, and the bullets inflicted so many wounds that, despite its strength, the boar steadily faltered.

"It's too far away! My Healing Skill won't work!"

The priestess glanced outside and quickly replied.

"I'll bring it closer; you prepare the Healing Skill!"

The chubby summoner immediately began to maneuver the large boar outside. The summoned creature must not fall; if it did, they were done for.

Within seconds, under his control, the summoned giant boar quickly returned to the shack's doorway, while the priest girl hid behind the door, releasing the Healing Skill from a distance.

The process went smoothly, almost unbelievably so, because they noticed the attackers had stopped during this time.

"What's going on? Did the enemies retreat?"

The summoner was utterly bewildered, carefully peeking out the window, only to find a supposedly lost teammate approaching them, pulling an NPC youth along with something.

"Come on out; it's safe now."

Wang Zhifan walked to the front of the shack where they hid, calling to them.

As for the slum bandit NPCs who originally surrounded them, intending to capture them, he'd already used the power of ice to control them, making them fall comatose.

Wang Zhifan mastered this brain-affecting method after practicing twice on Mr. Rogen, so executing it was effortless.

"Where did everyone go? Did they all run away?"

Seeing Wang Zhifan swagger over, the chubby summoner poked his head out and asked.

"I knocked them out with a drug, now get out here."

Wang Zhifan casually explained, pointing to the shadows of several slum bandits lying around.

"Alright, I'll send my pet back first."

The chubby summoner glanced over, delighted. He waited for the priest girl beside him to finish casting a Healing Skill on the boar, then unsummoned it, making it vanish from the doorstep.

"Oh man! Those two gunners left us for dead! I thought we were goners!"

After the boar disappeared, the bespectacled priest girl emerged, patting her chest in exasperation.

"They probably didn't mean to. There were too many enemies; splitting up was a strategy."

Having observed the situation with his avatar, Wang Zhifan defended the two gunners. Judging by what he saw, they were being chased by too many, and splitting the pressure was crucial for lasting this long.

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