"Boss, you're a genius! Now not only can we suppress the Dragon Nation, we can also rob other countries' adventurers while we're at it. We've got the numbers — what's there to be afraid of?"
Darman Raha's ambitions had grown greedier by the day, and he thought his underling's words made perfect sense. After all, with a pack of lackeys following his lead, victory — and the top spot — surely belonged to him.
Of course, he was also the type to put on airs. So he replied modestly, "It's all thanks to everyone's efforts. We agreed beforehand — the top fifty spots will belong only to our team!"
The two of them were chatting and laughing when — thwip! thwip! — two cold arrows shot straight toward their chests. The underling reacted a second too late and was pierced clean through.
Darman Raha moved fast enough to avoid a fatal hit, but one arrow still grazed his arm.
"No… something's wrong. The arrows are poisoned…"
He immediately sensed his body going weak and limp — but it was already too late.
A new round of tracking bullets locked on to him, and this time, he could no longer dodge as he had before. His limbs were soft and powerless.
Thud. Another body hit the ground.
The commotion drew the attention of the nearby group of allied adventurers.
"Crap! Enemy attack!"
The first one to arrive shouted for everyone to be on alert. But when he saw the two corpses lying motionless, his legs began to tremble, cold sweat poured down his forehead, and his hand wouldn't stop shaking.
Just as the Dragon Nation audience was getting excited watching the battle unfold, that familiar black screen appeared again — An Xiaomei's livestream feed had gone dark. It had become such a common occurrence that everyone groaned in collective frustration.
Some sharp-minded viewers quickly switched over to foreign streams — only to find that those were blacked out too. All they could do was sigh helplessly.
Meanwhile, the so-called "allied army" had gathered in chaos. Their leader had been killed without a sound — no wonder panic spread like wildfire.
Suddenly, a strange man stepped out of the bushes. He had a Western face, blond hair, ordinary features, and a short, slight build.
This man was none other than An Xiaomei — disguised with her Gender-Swapping Mask.
The moment she appeared, she activated an item she had looted earlier: "Heaven and Earth Freeze", which immobilized all enemies for five seconds.
In that brief window, An Xiaomei moved like the wind, swiftly cutting down the paralyzed adventurers. Her two little companions assisted her invisibly from the shadows.
The three of them worked with ruthless efficiency.
Originally, An Xiaomei had only planned to take out their leader. But when her psychic sense overheard that this group had already slaughtered over a hundred adventurers, she decided they were all demons — none of them deserved to live.
Oh — there was still one hiding in the grass.
An Xiaomei dashed over, finding a trembling man staring wide-eyed at her. When he saw the blood-dripping sword in her hand, he immediately wet himself in terror.
With one clean stroke, An Xiaomei finished him off. Then, grimacing in disgust, she rinsed her blade with water. "Ugh, filthy. Guess this sword's only good for chopping firewood from now on."
After the cleanup, she used her psychic ability to scan the area three more times to make sure no one had survived. Only then did she vanish from the blood-soaked battlefield.
If not for the danger of starting a wildfire in the forest, An Xiaomei would've had Bi'er simply burn the whole area down — it would've been much simpler than this.
With the disguise item's duration still active, she didn't waste any time. She used her Phantom Thief's Glove to "pickpocket" the adventurers from countries that had once invaded the Dragon Nation.
To her delight, she discovered that the glove could even steal treasure chests containing resource cards directly from their backpacks.
Well then — if their ancestors sowed the sins, collecting a bit of "interest" from their descendants wasn't too much, was it?
Before long, adventurers from countries like M, L, and Y were all left bewildered. They felt something invisible brush against their backs — and then their backpacks were suddenly lighter. A nightmare alert popped up before their eyes:
Ding! You have been attacked by an adventurer with a special item. Your inventory has lost: 1 Treasure Chest, 2 Energy Stones…
When her Stealth Stone finally timed out, An Xiaomei looked at the towering pile of treasure chests in her inventory and grinned from ear to ear.
Using her spiritual sense, she sent a message to her companion:
"Xiaotian, all clear. You can remove my invisibility now."
Over the next hour, she found three more treasure chests before returning to rendezvous with Xu Qiang.
After that, with that troublesome "shit-stirring alliance" wiped out, the remaining adventurers competed far more cleanly — after all, anyone who'd survived this long wasn't stupid. They all knew by now that their opponents were not to be trifled with.