326: Robbery? Welcome!

Shen Bei and the others didn't have particularly good luck.

As soon as they left Blade Camp, the sky turned gloomy, thick dark clouds completely blocked the sunlight, not a single ray of light broke through, and a cold, damp, and humid wind blew.

Shen Bei looked up at the sky, tightened his clothes, and braved the cold wind, taking the lead.

Fang Hanxi followed closely, with Zhuang Bifan bringing up the rear.

This seemingly unintentional formation was actually to strictly guard Fang Hanxi.

After all… she was also a hostage.

However, Fang Hanxi was unaware of the schemes in Shen Bei's heart.

If her mind-reading ability had a higher limit, she would surely redefine “human-faced beast heart.”

Soon.

Rain poured down, splashing on the ground with a rustling sound.

The rain grew heavier and heavier, its sound becoming more and more urgent, almost indistinguishable in sequence.

The rain lines connected into a vast white curtain, enveloping the world in Chaos.

Water mist constantly surged, and even in broad daylight, visibility was terrifyingly low.

It was so dark that one couldn't see their own hand in front of their face, making them blind even with their eyes open.

“We need three hours,” Shen Bei muttered as he walked quickly ahead.

Zhuang Bifan's voice came from behind: “Without rain, it wouldn't even take half an hour.”

“Then I can't keep up,” Fang Hanxi said.

The group fell silent, having nothing to say.

The bad weather truly affected their mood.

About half an hour later.

Zhuang Bifan heard the sound of splashing through mud from behind.

He stopped and looked back.

Amidst the water mist, the figures of two men and one woman gradually emerged.

Both sides were startled upon seeing each other.

This direction, apart from leading to Black Furnace City, led to unknown territory deeper in.

It was clear that both parties seemed to be heading the same way.

“Hello,” a man with a small braid on the opposite side greeted them with an innocent smile.

Shen Bei stopped, turned his head, and asked, “Where are you all headed?”

Another bald, burly man wiped the rain from his forehead: “Black Furnace City.”

This name piqued Zhuang Bifan's interest: “You know about this alien city too?”

Another woman interjected, “Martial Artists who frequently enter and exit Xing Sha Dungeon all know about it. Are you new? But you don't look like it, especially you—”

The woman turned to Shen Bei: “You look a little familiar.”

This woman, wearing a trench coat, had a high and prominent nose, shallow eye sockets, and beautiful features, giving her a heroic appearance.

Her whole demeanor exuded a sense of efficiency.

Shen Bei raised his chin: “Read more online, the famous Shen Bei is me.”

“So it's you,” the woman feigned a look of sudden realization, then continued, “You can call me Hong Ying.”

“Little Hong, huh…” Shen Bei stroked his chin: “What are you doing in Black Furnace City?”

“The name ‘Little Hong’ is not elegant,” Hong Ying couldn't help but glare at him.

Shen Bei's tone was half-serious, half-joking, like an explanation and a taunt: “I'm a coarse person, coarse people can't pull off fancy words.”

Hong Ying chuckled, her gaze sweeping over the Storage Ring on Shen Bei's finger: “We're going to Black Furnace City to catch some aliens and exchange them for money.”

Shen Bei gave a thumbs up: “If everyone were like Sister Little Hong, then pushing through the Dungeon would be just around the corner.”

Hong Ying waved her hand: “I wouldn't dare to dream of it; we'd be content with just your good luck.”

This statement was quite blunt, and Shen Bei naturally understood.

Shen Bei raised his finger, showing off the Storage Ring, his tone flat, as if just chatting: “Can I say… you accidentally spoke your mind?”

“I'm also straightforward,” Hong Ying said frankly, her tone clear: “Envy is envy, what's there to hide?”

“Oh?” Shen Bei grinned and said, “Then you're much stronger than Zhuang Bifan; that guy is always coveting it, even though I'm his teammate, he still wanted to 'rub' me in the middle of the night.”

“Can you speak more clearly?” Zhuang Bifan's face was dark.

Who the hell 'rubbed' you?

He was just worried the ring on your hand would get dusty, so he helped you wipe it, and you just happened to discover it.

Wait a minute…

Zhuang Bifan felt a bit annoyed.

Why had he been constantly thinking about stealing things lately?

Damn it, Shen Bei must have corrupted him.

Ever since he stole the golden teapot last time, it was as if he had opened an unspeakable floodgate of pleasure…

It seemed Bai Wei was right; Shen Bei was no good.

Shen Bei ignored Zhuang Bifan, the thief.

He then continued to say to Ying Hong, “Do you want it?”

Ying Hong made no secret of it, with extreme sincerity: “If you weren't Shen Bei, I would have planned to kill you and take the treasure.”

Shen Bei's voice was clear and gentle as he responded, “It seems the name Shen Bei is still a protective umbrella.”

“A protective umbrella you created yourself, who would dare?” Ying Hong flattered him.

The group slowly walked forward.

The two teams also merged.

Hong Ying also asked Shen Bei about his purpose in going to Black Furnace City.

Shen Bei had a ready answer, returning Hong Ying's own words to her.

Hong Ying expressed that Shen Bei was also very righteous.

Both sides engaged in a round of commercial flattery.

They hadn't walked for long.

The sky cleared.

The rain came quickly and left just as quickly.

“This rain stopped rather abruptly.”

Shen Bei reached out to catch the rain in the air, but there were no more drops.

Even the ground was only slightly damp.

When they stepped on it, the wet soil clung to their soles, still kicking up a layer of dust underneath.

At this moment, Hong Ying not only stopped but also took a few steps back, saying meaningfully, “Yes, it really was quite sudden.”

Crack…

Two unusual sounds echoed in Shen Bei's ears.

“Hmm? What was that?” Zhuang Bifan's puzzled voice rang out.

At the same time, Fang Hanxi also shrieked, “My leg! What did I step on?!”

Shen Bei, who was standing in front, looked back, his brows instantly furrowing into a ' Sichuan' shape.

He saw.

At some unknown moment, four skeletal arms had emerged from the ground, firmly grasping Zhuang Bifan and Fang Hanxi's ankles.

Zhuang Bifan tried to struggle, but the skeletal arms were extremely hard, as if fused with the earth's surface itself; no matter how hard Zhuang Bifan pulled, he couldn't break free.

If Zhuang Bifan couldn't struggle, then Fang Hanxi, being completely weak and powerless, certainly couldn't.

Shen Bei looked at his own feet; there was nothing there.

He then looked at Ying Hong's feet; there were no skeletal arms binding her either.

Meanwhile, the bald, burly man had a grinning face, rubbing his head, his gaze playful and malicious.

The other man with the small braid propped his hands on the ground, looked up, and met Shen Bei's eyes for a moment, then suddenly grinned and asked him, “Brother Shen, do I need to say sorry?”

Shen Bei tilted his head slightly: “You're so polite, it makes me uncomfortable. Robbers should have a robber's demeanor. Come on, give me a fierce look.”

Hong Ying's voice beside him was like a blade, enunciating each word: “Do you think we're joking?”

Shen Bei stretched his legs: “What else could this be but a joke? If you had even a shred of sense, when the spell was cast, it should have trapped me.”

“I'm very sorry, Brother Shen,” the braided man said politely, “You were standing too far forward. If we had cast it at your feet, the two people behind you would have seen it and warned you, and we would have lost our preemptive advantage.”

Shen Bei gave a thumbs up: “Clever and polite. When I beat you to death later, I'll make it quick for you.”

“Stop with the arrogant nonsense,” Ying Hong extended her hand: “Give me the Storage Ring, and we'll go our separate ways.”

“Are you out of your mind?” Shen Bei scoffed: “How can we go our separate ways? Aren't we all heading to Black Furnace City?”

Hong Ying raised an eyebrow, adopting the air of a big sister: “It seems your education isn't very good.”

“That's the only answer you've gotten right.”

“I also know another answer, which is if you don't hand it over, you'll die.”

Shen Bei shook his head: “If this kind of confidence only exists in your mouth, then the greed of you three will be your undoing.”

Shen Bei's tone was calm and indifferent, indicating his complete confidence in his words, leaving no room for others to dispute.

“You're asking for death!”

The bald, burly man stepped forward, spitting: “Once I break off your finger, I'll see if you can still remain as calm as before!”

Shen Bei's imposing figure also walked forward step by step, looking down at the bald, burly man: “Your life is truly worthless. Come on, make your move. I advise you to fight with your life, this will be the last time you covet someone else's things.”

The bald, burly man had never taken Shen Bei seriously from beginning to end; although he was also a Fifth-Rank Martial Artist, his years of experience in the Dungeon made him highly skilled in combat, and dealing with Shen Bei, who frequently hopped around on the earth's surface, was completely more than enough.

It should be known that the Dungeon and the earth's surface were two different existences.

Fighting in the Dungeon for a month was comparable to training on the earth's surface for several years!

The intensity of combat was that vastly different!

Therefore, in the bald, burly man's eyes, Shen Bei was just a hothouse flower; only the Dungeon was the best place to train a Martial Artist!

And at this moment, facing Shen Bei's relentless pressure, the bald, burly man's arrogance and ferocity surged, and he sneered, “Since you're so arrogant, then I'll see if you have the capital to back up that arrogance!”

Ying Hong, on the side, gave a seductive cold laugh: “In for a penny, in for a pound.”

“Of course,” the bald, burly man grinned menacingly.

Crack!

The next instant, the bald, burly man suddenly bent down and flexed his knees, launching himself like a bow and arrow, instantly appearing before Shen Bei, using his hand as a whip, exploding the air, and lashing out fiercely!

Clang!

However, the next moment, with a dull thud like metal colliding, Shen Bei raised his right arm to block, his iron-tower-like body unmoving, while the bald, burly man, who had attacked first, grunted and retreated several steps, feeling as if his whip-like strike had hit a thick steel pillar; not only did it have no effect, but his own arm was also vibrated, numb, and faintly aching!

Looking at the bald, burly man who had retreated after one strike, Shen Bei's lips curled into a fierce smile: “Harder.”

Bang!

The bald, burly man's face twisted, his eyes revealing a fierce glint. As he pushed off the ground, large chunks of earth's surface and stone immediately exploded, and he himself, with a fierce whooshing sound, launched a kick-knife towards Shen Bei's neck!

Clang!

Shen Bei effortlessly blocked with a single arm, and again there was a dull thud like metal colliding. The bald, burly man's face turned pale, feeling as if he was hitting a solid iron man, while his whole body felt as if it had been electrocuted, stinging and numb.

Damn it, was this guy's body electrified!

The bald, burly man retreated several steps, veins throbbing on his forehead, feeling as if all the gazes directed at him were silent mockery, piercing his heart like knives!

“Didn't eat? Harder.”

Shen Bei's calm voice continued to ring out, instantly turning into unparalleled humiliation in the bald, burly man's ears. His face turned crimson, and he suddenly let out a roar, curling his fingers into claws, and viciously lunged towards Shen Bei's crotch!

Clang, clang.

With two consecutive dull thuds, Shen Bei bent one knee and swept down with one arm, once again swatting away the bald, burly man's insidious attack as if swatting a mosquito.

However, this time, as the bald, burly man recoiled as if electrocuted, Shen Bei's patience ran out, and a ferocious, evil smile bloomed on his face:

“Useless trash, with such little skill, you dare to come out and rob? Has the Dungeon become so pathetic? I told you to hit harder!”

Slap.

Shen Bei's large, fan-like hand stirred up a dull current of air, instantly crossing the distance and pressing down on the bald, burly man's twisted face, causing his vision to instantly black out.

The next moment, the bald, burly man, also a Martial Artist, felt an irresistible force assault him, rendering him as powerless as a chick. Then, with a loud bang, his vision blurred, his ears rang, and his whole body was wracked with intense pain!

Boom!

Shen Bei was seen like an eagle catching a chick, pressing down on the bald, burly man's face, slamming him into the ground like a pile driver, causing the ground to shake violently, earth's surface and stones to explode into the air, and countless broken stones to bounce up!

Shen Bei stood up, the air currents blowing away the dust, revealing a shallow pit on the ground, more than a meter deep.

The bald, burly man, bruised and swollen, with blood gushing from his nose, lay motionless on the ground like a dead dog. He hadn't even withstood one of Shen Bei's attacks; his head was concussed, and he had fainted on the spot.

This battle, which could barely be called a battle, ended too quickly. When the dust settled, the bald, burly man, who had been so arrogant earlier, had instantly turned into a dead dog lying motionless at Shen Bei's feet…

Shen Bei spread his hands nonchalantly, a look of worry on his face: “So weak… you truly disappoint me.”

The braided man: !!!

Ying Hong: !!!