88: Chapter 88 Wolves in Front, Tigers in the Back!

Cross-Zone Racing Track.

This was a special stretch of road suspended in the void.

The wide asphalt surface stretched to the end of the horizon, flanked by flickering neon light curtains on both sides.

Normally, this place should have been filled with the roar of engines and crazed street racers.

But now, it was eerily quiet.

Hum—!

Space twisted, and Butcher, along with his vehicle, slammed heavily onto the starting line.

He slammed on the brakes, gasping for breath.

After confirming that the blood-red figure behind hadn't followed immediately, his tense nerves finally relaxed slightly.

Butcher immediately jumped out of the car.

He pulled a spare fuel canister from his system inventory and refilled the armored vehicle without a moment's pause.

Having finished, he stood by the car door and stretched lazily.

His bones let out a series of cracks.

"Hahahaha!"

Butcher turned his head, looking at the empty start of the track behind him, a look of extreme arrogance on his face.

"Bitch! Keep being arrogant! Keep chasing me!"

"I dare you to cross dimensions and bite me!"

Having vented his fear, he climbed back into the cab, started the engine, and floored the accelerator.

The armored vehicle sped down the track.

Although this was a Cross-Zone Racing Track and there should have been many players from other zones...

...Butcher drove for over a hundred kilometers, and the road was completely clear.

Not to mention racing opponents, he didn't even see a ghost of a person.

Not a single car.

However, his mind was currently filled with the relief of survival, and he didn't give the abnormality a second thought.

Just as he had completely let down his guard and even pulled out a crumpled cigarette to light...

...a sudden, blinding reflection flashed before his eyes.

The sudden glare stung his eyes.

Butcher slammed on the brakes and squinted ahead.

That was...

With just one look, Butcher broke into a cold sweat.

Ahead was a vast ocean of red!

It stretched on endlessly, completely blocking the wide track.

At a glance, this red expanse stretched for at least several kilometers!

"Damn it!! What... what the hell is this?"

"Dammit, is it some special monster for this track?!"

Butcher cursed loudly, his heart pounding.

But when he rubbed his eyes and looked closer, his brain simply short-circuited.

What the hell do you mean, 'ocean of red'!

That wasn't water at all!

It was vehicle after vehicle, all painted in a blinding red!

All kinds of vehicles!

Motorcycles, sedans, sports cars, off-road pickups, heavy trucks...

At the very edge of the convoy, there were even a few red-painted mobility scooters!

Everything was red!

This boundless stretch of red made Butcher's scalp tingle instantly.

And what terrified him most was at the end of that red ocean.

A blood-red tank, as massive as a small hill, stood in the middle of the track.

Its dark main cannon barrel was aimed directly at him.

The pressure, as if locked on by the Grim Reaper, made his blood run cold.

Red Wolf Guild.

Those words exploded in his mind.

Right at that moment.

Something happened that threw him into complete despair.

From the space behind him, a violent beastly roar suddenly erupted!

Crack—!

The space at the track's entrance was forcibly torn open.

Bai Li, covered in silver scales with crimson eyes, had actually hunted him down!!!

"Fuck!!"

"Damn it! Fuck!"

Butcher pounded the steering wheel frantically, roaring in a breakdown.

In front, the Red Wolf Guild's tank army blocked the way; behind, a completely berserk monster was on the hunt.

After a brief breakdown, Butcher gritted his teeth.

Compared to that irrational monster Bai Li, who would only tear people to shreds...

...he would rather face the Red Wolf Guild ahead!

At least they were players; maybe he could kneel and beg for a way out!

Bracing himself, he stepped on the gas again and sped toward the red convoy.

As the distance closed, the scene before him made his hair stand on end, a chill shooting straight to his skull!

The red vehicles were parked by the roadside, and thousands of players in red vests stood there in small groups.

These people had half-smiles on their faces, their eyes feverishly fixed on the slowly approaching armored vehicle.

Everyone held heavy tools in their hands—some had oversized wrenches, some had felling axes, some had crowbars...

No one said a word.

They just watched Butcher coldly, their right hands holding weapons, rhythmically slapping them against their left palms.

Slap!

Slap!

Slap!

The muffled sounds of metal hitting palms merged into one.

That intense, thick atmosphere of underworld thugs was suffocating.

Looking at these thugs who seemed ready to rush forward and eat him alive at any moment...

Butcher's hands on the steering wheel shook like a sieve.

He swallowed hard, his voice trembling.

"These guys..."

"What..."

...what the fuck do they want?!"