"Mm!"
"Come on!"
"Let’s hang in there together!"
"Alright!"
Ren Zhong felt an unexpected sense of comfort in his heart.
Who would’ve thought that the desolate town’s people would reignite with vitality because of him.
Look, there is a glow of hope on their faces.
They have seen the hope of changing their fate.
It’s merely ten Contribution Points.
Alas.
Ren Zhong sighed again.
He realized he was trapped in a desperate situation.
Escape, certainly, was not possible.
Not to mention the professional team blocking the gate, even if he managed to sneak out at night, come tomorrow when the Pu Cha figure is exposed and Ma Dafu issues an official arrest warrant in fury and shame, once the Hunter is activated, he is surely doomed.
He didn’t believe he could escape the Hunter’s pursuit.
So, should I fight?
Forget it.
That would also be in vain.
What should I do?
Ren Zhong also thought that staying in the street was quite dangerous.
Now, the desolate people saw his armor color didn’t match the intelligence and dared not question him easily.
But after ten o’clock at night, the streets would be naturally empty.
Then find a place to continue hiding?
It wouldn’t mean much either.
By tomorrow morning, death awaits.
Ren Zhong sighed deeply.
He thought tonight he would become a Second Level Professional and take off, but had not imagined that after just one day, he had no place to stay under the sky.
This world is indeed interesting.
Ren Zhong looked up at the sky.
Unknowingly, he had survived on Source Star for half a month.
The dual moons in the sky had transformed from the full plates as he arrived to two serrated sickles.
This time, I’m truly doomed, aren’t I?
What kind of death should I choose?
If caught, would I be tormented painfully?
Perhaps I should just cut my throat quickly?
Ren Zhong never considered resisting.
Not because he didn’t want to, but because he was a smart person.
Smart people don’t make foolish mistakes easily; they know what is feasible and what is impossible.
A Fourth Level Professional is not a praying mantis, much less a Crystal Winged Dragonfly.
The disparity in strength is overwhelmingly vast, and the opponents are intelligent, there’s simply no breakthrough opportunity.
Without closing the absolute gap in power, no matter how many times he tries, a thousand or ten thousand, the odds of success are zero.
Besides, if resistance fails and the person gets thoroughly angered and caught, then thrown into torment, unable to live or die, that would be truly miserable.
What should I do then?
While Ren Zhong was mulling over these thoughts.
Suddenly, a loud commotion came from not far ahead.
He lifted his gaze, and in an instant, his entire body shuddered.
A young boy was lying on his back, blood covering his face.
Blood was gushing out from a gash on the top of his head.
The boy’s body was shaking futilely, a sign that his head had suffered a severe blow, causing rapid blood loss in the brain.
Within seconds, the boy stopped trembling.